And here you have:
- My favourite Clash song when considering performances by the Clash. (I.e. I’d rather hear the Clash perform this than any other song. But, I’d still rather hear Danny Michel do Lost In A Supermarket.)
- Warren Zevon‘s Hollywood tragedy. I love a song with a story, especially if there’s enough vagueness to allow me to make up a few stories that all fit.
- The inimitable Ute Lemper performing a song that begins with the murder of love and goes all noir procedural from there. (As an aside, I love the relatively simple video for this tune–primarily because it makes explicit the menace I always found in Lemper’s delivery of the “I hope one day you’ll know just what I’ve been though” line.)
- Jim White. Good ole Jim White. He’s making a fresh start, and nobody better get in his way. I absolutely love this extended bit: “I don’t want no hoodoos, no voodoo gurus, no spooked out priesty-beasty, no strippers with pasties, self-professed saviors of my soul, no low-down top-secret CIA moles, no crackpot psychopathic behavior specialists, no shriners, no shiners, no decisive moment existentialists, that’s right, no vegetable, no mineral, no institution gonna disrupt the constitution of my ingenious hairdo solution“. In fact, were I still wearing shirts with things written on them, I might well wear a shirt that was based on some of this.
- You gotta have a little Lynott to keep you going into the weekend.
