Something new for a Monday.
Or rather, something old (I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays), with a new name (see above).
Or, to quote Alan Partridge, as I often do: “They’ve rebadged it, you fool!”
Often when I stumble across an idea for a series, I spend a long time trying to think of a clever title. My preference is for something which is a pun, a play on words on, or reference to, an actual song title; hence I’m Not Too Keen on Mondays has echoes of The Boomtown Rats’ most famous song. But I don’t hate Mondays, as reported by Saint Bob of Geldofshire, at least not to the point where I want to gun down all of my class/work mates (some, not all), so I toned the title down a little.
And it’s always bugged me, that title. Mostly because about two weeks after I started writing that series of upbeat tunes to blow away the post-weekend blues, I thought of this spangly new title, which is much better, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Frequently, I spend far more time thinking of the title than I do considering which songs I’m actually going to feature, a prime example being 50 Ways To Prove I’m Rubbish, a pun on a old Paul Simon song (but you knew that, right?), a series where I feature songs or bands that I used to dislike or just plain didn’t “get”, but to whom my attitude had softened over the years. A series which I began several months before my 50th Birthday, optimistically assuming I’d be able to rattle fifty of those off before I hit that particular landmark, and which is currently stalled at #30 as my 51st birthday shudders into view.
Anyway, to today’s tune, which I’ve probably posted before in the previous incarnation of the series, but I can’t be bothered to check, and it’s ace anyway, so shurrup with your moaning.
This, from 1990, and comfortably the band’s biggest hit in the UK, which, if you listened to yesterday morning’s Country record, you’ll notice has a familiar start:
It’s not just on Wear Your Love Like Heaven where that sample (“I preach my dear friend, you’re about to receive Long John Barleycorn, nicotine and the temptation of Eve”) appears; see also this, from which the boys and girls from Definition of Sound borrowed, polished and sped up the guitar riff:
That’s yer lot.
Course it’s not. Here’s the Partridge moment quoted earlier: