Songs That Saved Your Life

Paula Abdul - “Forever Your Girl” (5.84MB mp3 file)

Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house in Savannah. The road in front of their house was only paved about 15 years ago, so I spent many a hot summer day in the middle of this (not at all busy) street, building sandcastles (dirtcastles?) and making mud pies with the help of their garden hose. I also spent a great deal of time on this dirt road, barefoot, with my little pink-and-grey boombox, making up dance routines to top-40 hits. A lot of time. My younger cousin would join me occasionally, but I did not mind one bit tearing up that dirt dance floor solo-style.

Yesterday, as I was walking around my neighborhood, I passed two young girls (probably about 10 years old) in their driveway, making up their own dance routines. I watched as they tried to perfect their amateur choreography, reprimanding each other if one missed a cue, remembering my time, barefoot on the dirt road, rehearsing my made-up moves to this song playing over and over on the little pink-and-grey boombox I rested atop my grandparents’ mailbox.

Swing Out Sister - “Breakout” (4.1MB mpe file)

Although I was just 7 years old when this song was a hit, I was obsessed with the video, as I thought the lead singer was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. (A few years later, I also thought she was the chick in the Exclamation perfume commercials, but I was wrong.)

I love this song and think it’s an irrefutable jam, but after all these years I still think about this video at least once a month, and also seriously entertain (with absolutely zero irony, I assure you) the possibility of trying to bring back this look. If I had flawless skin/teeth/lips like this lady, I’d be getting that blunt cut and constantly rocking red lipstick in a heartbeat, no joke.

And here’s some mind-blowin’ shit for you: When I got older and got into “cooler” (although that’s up for debate) stuff, I found out that the two dudes in this band used to be in A Certain Ratio and Magazine, respectively. WHAT! I know, right?

Joe Jackson - “Cancer” (6.89MB mp3 file)

(This is a guest post from my brilliant friend Chip Pope, responsible for the genius character and music of R.O. Manse.)

When I was 13, the Joe Jackson album Night and Day expanded my view of “hit” music. It drew from a variety of sources I had never heard in pop music, or had heard but didn’t seem to notice. Jackson managed to stuff Salsa, Bossa Nova, and even Classical (however limiting that blanket description) influences into easily digestible four-minute songs. Instantly, a lot of other pop songs I liked became insipid and simplistic in comparison. My friends didn’t particularly care for it, especially since Van Halen and other types of metal were in vogue at the time. I later learned that, as a child, Jackson had a love of all different sorts of music when his friends were primarily interested in the popular music of his day (Beatles, Stones, etc.). Jackson liked these, but wanted more, wanted to broaden his horizons; it’s part of why he started writing music. It’s fitting that almost 20 years later he would expand the musical horizons of a nerdy kid somewhere in Texas. I feel that as the sands of pop music have sifted over time, Jackson is an underappreciated flower in that soil, barely growing under the shadow of the similar (and more successful) Elvis Costello. But I remember. And I appreciate. (By the way, Jackson was veering off in different directions away from traditional pop much sooner than Costello, not that the “when” matters. But maybe it does.) “Cancer” wanders a bit more than most of the songs on Night and Day, but it’s notable for an amazing, deeply felt (yet playful) piano solo and its darkly humorous lyric. You can imagine this song being played at a really cool Lower East Side dance marathon (a dance marathon possessed of a modicum of wit?) in 1982. But it probably wasn’t.

Tony! Toni! Toné! - “Let’s Get Down” (6.84MB mp3 file)

The other day I was listening to KDAY (best radio station in Los Angeles) in my car when this jam caught my ear. I had to get out my phone and Shazam it, as I’d never heard it before and missed the DJ’s announcement of the song. (I bought the cassingle of “If I Had No Loot” back in the day, and that’s as far as I went with the triple T.)

After hearing the first verse/chorus combo (ignore the guy rhyming at the beginning), I realized this song sounded just like another one I was very familiar with — but just to make sure I wasn’t crazy, I played it for Andy once I got home.
“Tell me what song you think this sounds like.”
He hummed along for a second and replied, “‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’?”
“YES!” I said. “Isn’t that crazy?”

So yeah, listen to the song above and then try to tell me it’s not a smoothed-out R&B version of the Nirvana hit. Weird, right?

50 Cent - “Wanksta” (5.02MB mp3 file)

In between classes in college, I used to kill big chunks of time in the library’s computer lab, and my favorite thing to do in that lab was to look through the files other students had saved on the computers. One day I came across the beginnings of a paper written about 50 Cent’s song “Wanksta,” (oh, I didn’t start college until I was 23, so I’m not as young as this story makes me seem) and I immediately copied & pasted the whole thing and e-mailed it to myself. I wish I knew which class it was for and what the exact requirements of the assignment were (and the grade this person received on the finished product), but those details will forever remain mysterious. Below you will find the text exactly as I found it (and again, this was written by a college-age adult). Enjoy.

I choose the song Wanksta. Mainly because it effects and relates to most people today. To those who are false advertising their lives, living that of which their not. Living that or saying or believing to be something their not, what ever it may be. According to this song, it’s claiming to be a gangster, but their fake, so therefore you’re a Wanksta.

The well known rapper by the name of 50 cent has released the single Wanksta in the year of 2002 off of the sound track 8 mile. Which is also featured on his up coming album. A Wanksta is a fake gangsta. A Wanksta can appeal to anyone. Those of teenager, young adults, to adults. Considering that they are the one’s who would listen to the song Wanksta. The artist 50 cent also produced a video of the song Wanksta. The music video gives a better idea of what a Wanksta is and does. Meaning also, a wanksta isn’t only saying what he is but at the same time doesn’t do what he says he is.

Eve 6 - “Inside Out” (8.36MB mp3 file)

Every Tuesday night, my BFF Chip does karaoke at a bar on our street, and every other Tuesday or so, Andy and I join him. This past Tuesday was significant, as it marked the day I learned the actual name of this dumb Eve 6 song; a guy started singing it, and I saw the title on the screen and thought, “Wait, I know this song…?” I laughed because when this ditty was a hit, Millie and I only knew it as “Tender Blender,” which is what we called it after we stopped laughing at that “Wanna put my tender heart in a blender” lyric.

“Some guy is singing Tender Blender, haha!” — text I sent to her moments later

Willie Nelson - “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” (2.18MB mp3 file)

Last week, one of Andy’s friends from Portland moved to town and invited us to a game night at his new house. We arrived and discovered we’d be playing charades, a game I unfortunately had not participated in since probably ninth grade. But I was ready to dive in, and we were given four slips of paper and told to write something relating to these four categories: movies, music, people, and miscellaneous. (“Top Gun,” The Cure, Tom Hanks, and Batman, if you’re curious about what I tossed into the bucket.)
There was a “too obscure” rule in place dictating that if half of the people on the opposing team hadn’t heard of what/who was written on the paper, you could draw again and choose another to act out. During my turn, I pulled out a slip of paper with “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” written in thick block letters; I immediately knew what this was referring to, and figured the whole room would as well, so I assumed I didn’t even need to invoke the obscurity rule. I pulled some sweet silent moves — pointing to my eyes, making a sad face, fluttering my fingers while mimicking rainfall — but the closest guess I got from a teammate was “Sad eyes in the rain.” Huh? Was I just really terrible at this game? (Very likely.)
When my time ran out, I held the slip of paper up and announced what it said, while every person in the room except one stared at me blankly and a few of them shouted variations of “What is that?” or “What does that mean?” or “I have no idea what that is.” The one guy was on the opposing team, and said timidly, “It’s a Willie Nelson song, right?”
“Yeah! It’s a Willie Nelson song!” I exclaimed. “I thought it was a huge hit for him…? I mean, am I that much older than you guys? I’m only 32. Oh, I grew up in the South and my stepdad played it a lot, so maybe that’s how I know it? I’m sorry, you guys,” I apologized to my team, “I thought it was a pretty big song that everyone knew.” I think we ended up losing the game, but thankfully by more than just that one point.

Bobby Birdman - “I Will Come Again” (3.40MB mp3 file)

When I first moved to Los Angeles, I spent at least three or four nights a week at the UCB Theatre, seeing any show I possibly could. (“This is like our Peach Pit,” my friend Michael once said about how often we hung out there.) During one of these nights, a sweet girl came up to me and asked, “Are you April?” and then proceeded to tell me that she used to read the zine I made in high school. (!) How tiny is the world? I freaked out, hugged her, and we talked for a few minutes until the show started and we had to find our seats.
Later, I returned home to find a MySpace friend request from her (that tells you about how many years ago this was), and after approving it I checked out her profile and this song, which she had embedded in her page, immediately started playing. And when it was over, I played it again. And again. And again. And then a few minutes later, I found the album online and bought it. And then played this song some more.

Jeffrey Lewis and the Junkyard - “Roll Bus Roll” (8.92MB mp3 file)

I was lucky enough to spend two weeks in Australia last month; the first week was for work, and the second week was spent in Melbourne and beyond with my buddy Darren Hanlon. He was on tour, and I joined him and his lovely band for the last few shows, two of which were at the Port Fairy Folk Festival in beautiful Port Fairy, Australia.

They took a slight detour to pick me up from Avalon Airport one afternoon, where I joined them in their tour van for the few hours left on the journey to Port Fairy. Shelley, in the front seat and therefore in charge of the iPod, pressed play on this song and everyone cheered. I had never heard it before, but I had a bit of an “Almost Famous” tour bus moment as I sat and watched everyone sing along, bobbing my head and smiling while we drove through the beautiful Australian countryside.