In this, the longest running series that I post here, I feature songs which are suitable to be listened to late at night.
Of course, the type of tune one wants to hear in the wee small hours very much depends on what you’re doing at the time.
So whilst the main focus may be on quieter, more reflective, often acoustic songs, it does allow me the flexibility to play something a little more lively every now and again.
See, when I am ‘with drink’, I don’t get argumentative, agitated or violent. Instead, I tend to knock the volume dial up a couple of notches, and have a good sing-a-long, often to the likely annoyance of whoever I’m with at the time, and almost definitely to the annoyance of my neighbours.
Still, the house next to me is currently unoccupied, and whilst I haven’t touched a drop tonight, it would be rude not to take advantage of the opportunity.
Which leads me to Tina Turner.
I’ve never been her biggest fan, but I was genuinely saddened to learn of her passing this week. That said, I’m not going to write a long piece about her, as many others will have done so already, probably far better than I can manage. Also, I doubt I’d be able to avoid mentioning that The Best is one of those records that makes me change channels to escape it whenever it comes on the TV or radio. (See? Couldn’t stop myself.) Since it was one of her biggest, most-recognisable hits, practically her theme tune, it featured in pretty much every tribute to her passing that was aired. My TV remote batteries will need changing imminently.
Needless to say, I won’t be posting that song here tonight.
Of course, I don’t wish to speak ill of the dead. There are some records of hers that I really like. I actually bought her Private Dancer album back in the 80s; I love the title song (written, surprisingly, given the lyrical content, by Mark Knopfler), and I’m a bit partial to her version of Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together too. Not forgetting earlier belters like Nutbush City Limits and her version of Proud Mary. Tina could really belt them out.
But I’m not going to post any of them either.
Instead, perhaps predictably, a stone cold classic. It’s just a shame that she had to share performing credits with her wife-beating (then) husband (I’m not entirely clear what exactly he contributes here, much less why he gets top billing), and that it’s produced by a man who died in prison whilst serving time for murder. Strictly speaking, both of these facts should have lead to it being cancelled (you’ll note, for example, that I’m not posting anything by Rolf Harris, who’s death was also announced this week, and I love Two Little Boys. Wait…let me rephrase that…I have a soft spot for the song Two Little Boys, as, I would venture, most people do after seeing Spud’s heart-breaking rendition at Tommy’s wake in Trainspotting.)
But I digress. Tina saves this record. She makes it okay to like it and listen to it, because the world would be a sadder place if we were forbidden from hearing her frankly barn-storming, show-stopping vocals.
Turn the volume up and sing with her:
Ike & Tina Turner: River Deep – Mountain High