10 SONGS: 5/4/2024

10 Songs is a weekly list of ten songs that happen to be on my mind at the moment. The lists are usually dominated by songs played on the previous Sunday night's edition of This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio with Dana & Carl. The idea was inspired by Don Valentine of the essential blog I Don't Hear A Single.

This week's edition of 10 Songs draws exclusively from the playlist for This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio # 1231. This show is available as a podcast.

DAVID WOODARD: I Used To Be Cool

"I Used To Be Cool?" Yeah, plainly not a song about me. As a practicing and devout square peg, I can't look back at any time in my history when I was ever anything resembling cool. 

David Woodard used to be cool, and he has a new song that says so. And based on the evidence of his new album Get It Good, man, David remains pretty damned cool in the present day. And the album's on the mighty Kool Kat Musik label, so...EXTRA cool! We're playing this one again on our next show.

It seems like the cool thing to do.

THE ARMOIRES: We Absolutely Mean It

Sincerity is also a cool thing. Last week's exciting edition of 10 Songs extolled this merit, specifically as expressed in the Armoires' current single "We Absolutely Mean It." And we repeat our appreciation and admiration of what Armoires Rex Broome and Christina Bulbenko do for our beloved rockin' pop scene with their own cool record label Big Stir Records. 

We mean it times two. The luxury of an indie radio show is that we play what we want to play, without any other concerns. Maybe that's cool? Ah, maybe it's just stubborn. But our statement of intent mirrors the Armoires: We absolutely mean it. Such a sincerely cool track.

DONNA SUMMER: Hot Stuff

Oooo. "Hot Stuff" is also cool--paradox be damned--especially when it's Donna Summer. Hot Summer! From a previous 10 Songs:

"Donna Summer was already the Queen of Disco in 1979, and she wanted to record a rock song. She succeeded, but everyone still thought of it as a disco song. Really, 'Hot Stuff' was both, a dance number with a Big Rock posture, an AOR re-imagining of life under the flashing lights. Former New York Dolls singer David Johansen covered the song in a live medley with the Dolls' 'Personality Crisis,' and it suited him (and those of us in the audience) just fine. No offense intended to my album-rock brethren, but I'd much rather see and hear Donna Summer yearning for hot stuff than listen to Foreigner brag about being hot-blooded. Your mileage may vary."

THE VINTAGE YELL: She Loves You

Beatlemania as Americana. The Vintage Yell reimagine the familiar yeah-yeah-yeah Fabness of "She Loves You" as homegrown advice to the lovelorn. On our next show, we'll hear about a dozen other acts trying on their Beatle wigs, but we'll switch to a new original single for our fresh dose of the Vintage Yell. You know that can't be bad.

LYNDA MANDOLYN: Billet Doux

My command of the French language is...I don't have any command of the French language. The only French phrase I ever (sort of) mastered was Je ne suis Québécois, je suis Américain, which came in pret' damned useful when I was in Montreal in the early '90s, as Quebec separatists peppered random passers-by like moi with requests to sign their petitions. Hell, when I was in France for a couple of hours in 2010, I limited my patter to Bon jour, merci, and Kronenbourg, s'il vous plaît.

So if I say on-air that "Billet Doux" must mean "Separate checks!," it's just me trying to be amusing. Failing, but trying. Lynda Mandolyn's sublime new single "Billet Doux" is très ooh-la-la, a smooth, beguiling, and altogether magnifique (and mostly English language) love song ready-made for pop radio. And it's ready-made for redux, as it will return to TIRnRR airwaves this Sunday night.

And I believe I will have another Kronenbourg. Mercy buttercups!

THE SELECTER: On My Radio

With all deserved respect to the Specials and the English Beat, my # 1 fave rave track from the late '70s/early '80s UK ska revival is always gonna be the Selecter's triumphant 1979 single "On My Radio." Its beat and vibe are infectious, and its chosen subject matter adds irresistible wireless gravitas. From my long-threatened book The Greatest Record Ever Made! (Volume 1):

"Radio used to be so important, so goddamned vital. Its current neutered state of resolute irrelevance breaks my heart. I remember when radio was everything. I remember when radio fucking mattered.

"Yeah, even when radio played silly love songs. It all mattered, all mixed together, rock and soul and pop and bubblegum, metal, reggae, glam/glitter, country, folk, funk, MOR. Punk. Move the timeline forward, and the mix could include hip-hop. It's all pop music. Gather 'round the wireless. Listen to what matters. Radio delivered the sounds that could make a generation live, love, dance, and party. What in the world would we have been without the radio?

"Radio mattered enough to itself become a popular subject matter in song. Chuck Berry vowed to write a little letter and mail it to his local DJ. Lou Reed told us about a girl who one fine morning turned on that New York City station and couldn't believe what she heard at all. Donna Summer sang of hearing something said really loud on the radio. The Ramones remembered rock 'n' roll radio. Screen Test (an offshoot of the Flashcubes) did 'Sound Of The Radio,' an incredible track about how great radio was when radio used to play the Kinks.

"Radio was our shared experience, our common window into a world of music and discovery. It is such a damned shame that had to change...."

And it's not changing back. Dana and I, like our fellow true believers doing their own cool indie radio shindigs across the country and around the globe, keep the flame on behalf of a conviction that radio should matter. 

It sure as hell matters to all of us.

Decades ago, I first heard the Selecter on my radio. Now, we play it on our radio show. As it oughta be. The same old show? No. It's only the same in its virtues, its vision, its passion.

You know. The parts that matter.

THE MONKEES: The Door Into Summer

The Greatest Record Ever Made!

THE FLASHCUBES: Make Something Happen

I'm still in the pre-work work stages of starting my book Make Something Happen! The DIY Story Of A Power Pop Band Called THE FLASHCUBES. Much of this is just preliminary grunt stuff; I've chosen a method to digitally transcribe interviews, and I'm experimenting with ways to record said interviews on my iPhone. I've written the book's one-sheet blurb (basically an expanded re-wording of the blog post linked above), and I'll likely share it here next week. It's about time to start doing the interviews themselves.

(I've also been sketching in tentative ideas for a separate but related project. It's too soon to talk about that now.)

"Make something happen." I will be repeating that mantra a zillion times. Summer 2025. Smile everybody! It's the Flashcubes.

THE RAMONES: Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue

Destination: Glue. Exactly my reaction when I saw the sales figures for my book Gabba Gabba Hey! A Conversation With The Ramones. NO! I KID! I'm a kidder.

KISS: Shout It Out Loud

But here's the thing: Love of music is its own reward. Enthusiasm is its own reward. All of us who do anything at all within this broad category of indie pop music--performers, players, singers, producers, songwriters, promoters, record label go-getters, DJs, pop journalists, bloggers, even naive mooks who write books about the Ramones--do whatever the hell it is we do because we feel a compelling desire to do it. We'd like some financial reward--I would, anyway--but chasing the dollar isn't our primary motivation. We love the music. We love the experience of music. We love the sheer sense of life within the grooves of the music we love so much.

Maybe KISS isn't the most appropriate band to attach to a stated embrace of music without mercenary goals. But "Shout It Loud" is the perfect song. It's cool. It's hot! It's sincere, it matters, and it's about making something happen. 

We absolutely mean it. We wouldn't be shouting out loud if it weren't the motherlovin' truth.

We cool?

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THE EVERLASTING FIRST: Quick Takes For S [music edition]

Continuing a look back at my first exposure to a number of rock 'n' roll acts and superheroes (or other denizens of print or periodical publication), some of which were passing fancies, and some of which I went on to kinda like. They say you never forget your first time; that may be true, but it's the subsequent visits--the second time, the fourth time, the twentieth time, the hundredth time--that define our relationships with the things we cherish. Ultimately, the first meeting is less important than what comes after that. But every love story still needs to begin with that first kiss.






SAM & DAVE



Well, this was certainly ass-backwards. I have no recollection whatsoever of Sam & Dave's music from when I was a kid in the '60s, nor did I develop any awareness of them as an oldies-obsessed adolescent and teen in the '70s. I'm embarrassed to admit that I first heard the song "Soul Man" via Saturday Night Live, when John Belushi and Dan Akroyd performed it on the show in their incarnation as Jake and Elwood, The Blues Brothers. I didn't care much about The Blues Brothers on SNL, but The Blues Brothers' subsequent recorded version sizzled, thanks largely to the irresistible guitar work of Stax Records legend Steve Cropper. Cropper and bassist Duck Dunn had also played on the original Sam & Dave recording of "Soul Man," and Jake and Elwood's faux soul revival eventually led me to the real deal. Gotta give Belushi and Akroyd some respect for knowing who to hang with. But once I did hear Sam & Dave's "Soul Man" and "Hold On, I'm Coming," I would have neither time nor inclination to ever listen to The Blues Brothers again.




THE SELECTER



I think I had at least heard of something called ska music prior to the 2-Tone British ska revival in the late '70s, but I probably couldn't have told you anything about it at the time. By '79, I knew who The English Beat were (I believe I voted for Saxa as Best Saxophone Player in some music poll), and in 1980 my college roommate had The Specials' first album. My quirky memory associates my belated discovery of The Selecter with the guy behind the counter at Muesey's, a convenience store not far from my apartment in Brockport circa '80 or '81. I usually bought my Goebel's Beer supply at Muesey's, so yeah, I was there a lot. Chatty sort that I can be at times, I must have mentioned my love of punk, new wave, and power pop music on one or more Muesey's visit, prompting Counter Guy to sniff Yeah, I guess that stuff's okay, but you really should be listening to ska, man. Something with a beat. Do you know The Selecter? I'd probably read about The Selecter in Trouser Press, but I hadn't heard them yet. I took Counter Guy's advice sufficiently to heart to at least keep my ears open. Before long, via radio or TV or whatever, I heard The Selecter's magnificent "On My Radio." What a fantastic track! I eventually picked up a 2-Tone sampler LP that included "On My Radio" and the nearly-as-great "Too Much Pressure," though I wouldn't own a Selecter album until purchasing a best-of CD within recent years. Nonetheless: Thanks for the tip, Counter Guy! My taste for The Selecter aged much better than my taste for Goebel's.



SHAM 69



Sham 69 was a British punk group that I read about in the '70s, but never got around to hearing. The press reports didn't exactly inspire enthusiasm, as descriptions of Sham 69 painted a picture of simplistic, laddish sloganeers, more pub-bound football hooligan than no-future anarchist in the U.K. I was curious about them, but not curious enough to seek out their music. It may have been as late as the '90s by the time I actually heard Sham 69, though I think I at least had some small exposure to them before that, or at least to lead singer Jimmy Pursey's appearance with The Clash in the film Rude Boy. Ultimately, Sham 69 struck me as the least-interesting of England's higher-profile punk groups of the day--all right, but no match for The Damned, and nowhere near the same league as The Sex Pistols. I wound up digging "Hurry Up Harry," a simple laddish track about goin' 'round the pub. Of course.



THE SHANGRI-LAS



Girl groups were sweet. The Shangri-Las were the bad-girl group, tougher than the rest, hangin' out with bikers, doin' it on the beach, and regretting such transgressions a year later while [REMEMBER!] walking in the sand. Beneath their leather beat hearts of gold, more fragile than they would easily admit. The Shangri-Las' best records were tiny teen dramas writ large for AM radio. I presume I heard them in the '60s, but my awareness of The Shangri-Las didn't dawn until my oldies immersion in the '70s. I must have heard "Leader Of The Pack" on the radio, and screamed along, Look out! Look out! Look out! LOOK OUT! Man, is she really going out with him? My first Shangri-Las acquisition was "Leader Of The Pack" on the 2-LP various-artists set Dick Clark 20 Years Of Rock N' Roll, which used a defective master that omitted the line One day my dad said find someone new; either that, or my copy skipped. Whatever. A subsequent purchase of an oldies collection called Supercharged Rock N' Roll Hits gave me a complete and unexpurgated "Leader Of The Pack," as well as "Remember (Walking In The Sand)." Yet another oldies comp (15 Original Rock N' Roll Biggies Vol. 2) added "Give Him A Great Big Kiss" to my cavalcade o' Shangri-Las gems. My sister gave me a CD of The Shangri-Las' best; her daughters used to sing along with its track "Long Live Our Love," dressing up and acting it out in the infectious, flamboyant fashion of little girls. Years later, I played the song again on my radio show shortly after my sister's oldest daughter was killed in a stupid car accident. And I just sobbed, singing along Long live our love, long live our love. I still can't come to terms with what happened. (To close this on a happier note, I'll mention that former Shangri-Las lead singer Mary Weiss' 2007 album Dangerous Game was one of the best albums released that year.)



SIMON & GARFUNKEL



Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? In 1968, the success of Simon & Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson" was so vast and ubiquitous that even this eight-year-old knew it, and that's my earliest conscious memory of Paul 'n' Artie. I became a huge S & G fan in the '70s, to the extent that they probably rivaled The Monkees as runners-up to The Beatles in the countdown of my all-time top pop acts. (The Ramones and The Flashcubes ultimately knocked everyone who wasn't The Beatles outta my Top Three, with The Monkees and The Kinks right up there next in line.) I still love Simon & Garfunkel, too. An English teacher in middle school or high school used "The Sounds Of Silence" as an example of poetry in pop songs, and from there I moved on to "The Boxer," "Homeward Bound," "El Condor Pasa," "I Am A Rock," "The 59th Street Bridge Song," and "Bridge Over Troubled Water." When the pair reunited in '75 for the single "My Little Town," it was the next best thing to The Beatles re-Beatling. (And I loved the sequence when Paul Simon hosted the second-ever edition of NBC's Saturday Night (later re-named Saturday Night Live), with musical guest Art Garfunkel. Paul said to his erstwhile partner, So. Artie. You've come crawling back. Homeward bound.)



SLADE



The glittery 'n' glammy-looking (but rompin' 'n' stompin'-sounding) Slade were huge stars in their native British Isles in the early '70s, but nearly unknown in the States at that time. Except for in Syracuse; let's face it, we here in Syracuse were just plain ahead of you backward louts in the rest of America. You'll catch up with us. Someday. Harrumph. Slade's awesome "Gudbuy T' Jane" was a great big hit record on Syracuse's Big 15 WOLF-AM, and I freakin' adored it. I can't remember whether or not I ever saw Slade alongside the divine Suzi Quatro, the loathsome Gary Glitter, or the Tartan-clad Bay City Rollers on cable-TV airings of the British pop show Supersonic a few years later; even if I did, "Gudbuy T' Jane" is my only real Slade memory from that time frame (other than a radio ad for a Slade live concert appearance, which this young teen had zero chance of attending). As a college freshman in the spring of '78, I read more about Slade in Bomp! magazine's landmark power pop issue. A later Main Street Records purchase of the best-of set Sladest gave me "Mama Weer All Crazee Now" and "Cum On Feel The Noize," and I was a fan. When goofy metal group Quiet Riot hit big in the '80s with a cover of "Cum On Feel The Noise," I could only roll my eyes at my countrymen and countrychicks embracing this clunky imitation instead of the rockin' original. When Slade finally had U.S. hits in the mid '80s with "My Oh My" and "Run Runaway," I shook my head in wonder that it took my fellow Americans so long to understand and embrace what AM radio listeners in Syracuse already knew more than a decade before that. Come on: feel the noise.



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