Perfect Songs
My definition of a perfect song? When I first hear it, it seizes my soul and won't let go, and I'm compelled to listen to it over and over again--maybe dozens of times before the spell breaks--and when I hear it again in the future, it's difficult, perhaps impossible not to listen to it all the way through. A few I've encountered in recent years:
1% of One - Stephen Malkmus
7/4 (Shoreline) - Broken Social Scene
Button Up Buttercup - Haywood
Cotton - The Mountain Goats
(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
Forget - Mission of Burma
Gold Soundz - Pavement
Guns on the Roof - The Clash
Hanging on the Telephone - The Nerves
The Heinrich Maneuver - Interpol
The Hollows - Matt Pond PA
Hotel Bar in Moscow - Haywood
I Will Dare - The Replacements
Obstacle 1 - Interpol
Rainy Streets - Superchunk
Sea Anemone - Jets to Brazil
Slow Hands - Interpol
Sometimes - My Bloody Valentine
The Sweat Descends - Les Savy Fav
Sweet Avenue - Jets to Brazil
Tears Dry on Their Own - Amy Winehouse (Go ahead, sue me.)
That's How I Escaped My Certain Fate - Mission of Burma
T.V. Eye - Wylde Rattz (Sacrilege, I know. Again, sue me.)
The Water - Feist
You Can Make Him Like You - The Hold Steady
Sunday's Best: The Californian
Tragically underrated unsung.
The LeeVees
Thanks to All Songs Considered's 2005 Holiday Show, I'm obsessed with the LeeVees' "Applesauce Vs. Sour Cream":
Applesauce versus sour cream
Applesauce or sour cream
It’s the choice you’re gonna have to make
Which to put on your potato cakes
Applesauce versus sour cream
Applesauce or sour cream, now
It’s the choice you’re gonna have to make
Tell your mom to fry not bake, now
Life has many decisions
It moves in all directions
This is just one huge, enormous, big decision
You have to make
You have to make it
(Alright, listen up)
One has fruit
And one has milk
If you’re lactose-intolerant, then take a pill, now
It’s the choice you’re gonna have to make
The grease is startin’ to coagulate
Your lawyer called, said everything’s fine
Potato contracts have been signed, yeah
I think your heart just skipped a beat
You can’t wait for your greasy treat, now
Life has many decisions
It moves in all directions
This is just one huge, enormous, big decision
(You have to make)
You have to make it
(You must decide)
Da da da dum
Da da da dum
Da da da dum dum da da dum
Da da da dum
Da da da dum
Da da da dum
You have to make
You have to make it
Jews have to make
Listen up at All Songs Considered (RealPlayer required--ugh) or just buy it at iTunes. Best pop-punk Hanukkah song I've heard in many a year.
Gold Digger
I first learned who Kanye West was as a result of Hurricane Katrina. (Unless you're a rap fan [in which case you already knew who he was] or were living under a rock in September [in which case your TV reception wasn't too good], the same may well be true for you--West made waves when he called out President Bush on a telethon for Katrina relief, his candor apparently making his co-presenter Mike Myers fairly uncomfortable:
West: I hate the way they portray us in the media. You see a black family, it says, "They're looting." You see a white family, it says, "They're looking for food." And, you know, it's been five days [waiting for federal help] because most of the people are black. And even for me to complain about it, I would be a hypocrite because I've tried to turn away from the TV because it's too hard to watch. I've even been shopping before even giving a donation, so now I'm calling my business manager right now to see what is the biggest amount I can give, and just to imagine if I was down there, and those are my people down there. So anybody out there that wants to do anything that we can help -- with the way America is set up to help the poor, the black people, the less well-off, as slow as possible. I mean, the Red Cross is doing everything they can. We already realize a lot of people that could help are at war right now, fighting another way -- and they've given them permission to go down and shoot us!
Myers: And subtle, but in many ways even more profoundly devastating, is the lasting damage to the survivors' will to rebuild and remain in the area. The destruction of the spirit of the people of southern Louisiana and Mississippi may end up being the most tragic loss of all.
West: George Bush doesn't care about black people!
Myers: Please call . . .
I had mixed feelings when I heard about this (I didn't see it on TV.) OTOH, even as I blamed the entrenched corruption, ineffective leadership, and general lassitude in New Orleans and Louisiana for contributing to the disaster, it was hard not to feel that the Federal relief effort would have been more effective had the victims been, say, wealthy, white Republicans. But OTOH, I think it's absurd to accuse Bush of personally dragging his feet because Katrina's victims were black. I ultimately just got sick of the opportunistic finger-pointing and didn't pay any attention to West after the controversy played itself out, because I'm not I wasn't a rap fan.
It's not that I didn't appreciate rap as a genre--guitars, turntables; strokes, folks--but I'd just never heard a rap song that made me want to play it again. Until West turned up on last week's rerun of an October episode of Saturday Night Live and performed his hit "Gold Digger."
Odd enough that I happened to catch SNL--I haven't watched that show regularly for 10 years or more, and that rerun was the first one I've seen in a year or two. But even odder (to me, anyway) was that I loved "Gold Digger." It just grabbed me, and I had to hear it again. (Of course, since the song's been on the charts for months now, it's clear that I've spent much of 2005 under a rock myself.)
Listen for yourself: Here's the clean, radio-friendly version, and here's the video. You can get the unexpurgated version at the iTunes store, but I'm sort of partial to the radio version--something about the syncopation of the "broke...broke" euphemism in the refrain.
(Which raises an interesting issue: The original refrain is "Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggaz." The radio version substitutes "broke...broke" because apparently rappers aren't allowed to say "niggaz" on the airwaves. A major step forward in race relations; thank you, FCC.)
So now I'm a rap fan. Should be interesting to see how this affects my Last.fm charts.
