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“What I Am” by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians is from the 1988 record “Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars.” The record is from Geffen Records, which spotted the shift in music trends from the pop era of the 1980s to the upcoming grunge trend. While I wouldn’t call Brickell grunge, this song feels much more like a 1990s ballad than an ’80s one. Either way, it’s a song I enjoy and I hope you do, too.
I heard “Pill” by Edie Brickell on KFMG late one night while drinking a beer before bedtime. Sometimes I turn on the old single-speaker clock radio and listen to the radio with its scratchy interference and touchy tuner. KFMG is my favorite station because it reminds me of KDHX, the community radio station I became a fan of when I lived in St. Louis. I never would have heard this song on any of the commercial stations in either city. This is a fun video, too. It reminds me of a cross between one of Terry Gilliam’s old “Monty Python” animations crossed with a little 1980s Peter Gabriel. Anyway, enjoy this song and enjoy your day.
Anhedonia is a psychological condition characterized by loss of interest in things that once gave you pleasure. I live with depression and anxiety. I find myself on bad anhedonia benders from time to time. It’s awful. I watch a football game and feel nothing. I watch “Doctor Who,” my very favorite show, and feel empty. I know it passes. Songs such as “A New Anhedonia” by Phosphorescent help. Wherever you are today, be kind. You never know what burdens someone is carrying.
I complain a lot about the quality of radio in the 21st century. It reflects, I suppose, the quality of the music industry. But my friend Ronnie, who used to deal me comics and coffee in different ages, believes this the best era for music. You just have to look harder. In recent months, I’ve added a few more stops on my dial, bypassing traditional presets in favor of discovering new music. That happened this evening when I was driving home from dinner. I heard “Wanted Man” by the Last Internationale. I really liked it. I hope you do, too.
I have a compilation of Men Without Hats songs. There are two songs on it I enjoy. The first is “Safety Dance,” which peaked at No. 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1983. The other is this ditty, “Pop Goes the World.” I had a crush on a woman in college. I also had a show on the campus radio station. I did silly things. I played themes from TV shows. I thought I was funnier than I really was. This has not changed. I played “Pop Goes the World” for her every show. This resulted in nothing. She is married now with two kids and a big house in the suburbs. It turns out she did not actually like “Pop Goes the World.” She liked a radio parody of the song called “Pop Goes to Work.” This story is a microcosm of every romance I’ve ever almost been involved in.
One of the early CDs I bought after getting my first player was “Timepieces: The Best of Eric Clapton.” The album opened with Clapton’s cover of Bob Marley’s “I Shot the Sheriff.” This is a great musical journey, but the narrative is very odd to me. The narrator is admitting guilt in one murder, but not another. Is this something that would lead the authorities — who were apparently seeking him for the murder of a deputy — to say, “Oh, you shot the sheriff, but not the deputy? Well, then, free to go, mate.” It is not the best strategy for defense I have encountered. But it’s a song, not law school. And it’s an enjoyable song at that. Have a good day, friends.
In the early 2000s, influenced by my friend David, I explored electronica music. One group I discovered Orbital, an English band. My favorite track by them was a remix of the “Doctor Who” theme called “Doctor Look Out.” Here’s one version of the song, mixed with clips from the first 50 years of the program. Enjoy.