Tuesday, October 11, 2011


I remember you the way that I
Remember a bad movie that I saw
Back in the Eighties. 

Everything’s vanished
Except the best lines, one or two good scenes,
And the love theme that played under it all.

The actors tried their best, but when they got
Together, it looked like they were in two
Different movies.

And when it finally ended,
Everyone said, “Huh? That’s IT? What a gyp!”
And didn’t even stay to see the credits.

Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells

Songs for a Tuesday Morning Afternoon: If you were here, I'd only bleed you

When their first album came out, people referred to it as MUTTER or MUMBLE because the lyrics were so unintelligible that the songs sounded like a side project of the Cocteau Twins.  But their sound got--shall we say brasher?--over the years, an evolution you can clearly see between their IRS releases and their Warner releases.  The IRS REM has a small club sound that occasionally erupts into something that shakes the walls; the Warners REM has an arena sound that occasionally gets very quiet and intimate.

Side note: Rolling Stone voted Murmur Best Album in 1983, over Thriller and Synchronicity.  I'm guessing that you, like me, are trying to remember the last time you listened to Murmur all the way through, and knowing that it was a lot longer than the last time you heard a song from Thriller or Synchronicity . . . .

Shiny Happy People

Losing My Religion

(Don't go back to) Rockville

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Songs for a Tuesday Morning - Utter Nonsense

Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when parents listened in to what their teenage sons and daughters were singing along to on their Japanese-made transistor radios. Imagine their approval of The Beatles (they wanted to hold your hand). Imagine their fear of The Rolling Stones (they wanted to knock up your daughter). Imagine their utter inability to understand the lyrics, never mind the appeal, of the Rivingtons' two mid-level R&B hits that were swiped by The Trashmen and turned into the #4 1963 hit "Surfin' Bird." Imagine these fortyish souls saying to themselves, "What total verbal nonsense!" And then imagine how easy it must have been for these ex-youngsters to forget that in their day they were doing the Lindy Hop to "Mairzy Doats."

Papa Oom-Mow-Mow 

Mama Oom-Mow-Mow

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Thought for the day

"Strong women don't have a problem with 
authority.  Strong women have a problem with 

  --MJ Wells