Big Hair, Big Music, Big Videos: Twisted Mixtape 80's Part 1

It's Tuesday, time for the first part of the 80's edition of Jen's Twisted Mixtape. A very interesting decade musically. Some of it was really good, some of it was really bad. The bad part has continued ever since.

When I started thinking about music defining this era, I immediately came up with seventeen songs. After thinking a little while longer, I was up to twenty-seven. Needless to say, I breaking the rules again this week. Picking only five songs is just not in the realm of possibility. The only question is how many over the allotment will I go.

Two songs on my list are related in a way. The first is the title track of an album which redefined the career path of a veteran performer. It was influenced largely by the music of Africa and employed many musicians from South Africa, which was still under the rule of Apartheid during its final days. The album was Graceland and the artist is Paul Simon. He took some flack for that, but if you have the opportunity to see the fascinating PBS documentary about the making of Graceland, most of it is explained. Graceland is still on my regular playlist. I could have chosen several songs off the album, but for its place in history, I'll pick the title song.

"Graceland"

In South Africa in 1985, there was an entertainment area within a city called Sun City. While it proclaimed itself to be an interracial resort, it was a sham where the wealthy gambled, while the poor outside the walls lived in squalor. Steve Van Zandt of the E Street Band created a group formed by well known artists, where they would spread the word about this stronghold of Apartheid and create a boycott for performers to play there. The video for the song was a virtual who's who of the music industry.

"Sun City"

Let's lighten the mood just a bit. There was this song about a girl and a phone number. It was everywhere, it's still everywhere. C'mon let's sing along.

"867-5309" 

With some very recognizable opening notes, this song gets new life every spring. Catchy and perfectly evoking the feeling all of us baseball freaks get every opening day. Mr. Fogerty, if you please.

"Centerfield"

It was the 80's, London was calling, but the Clash song which always made my day went like this:

"As soon as the sharif was

Outta their hair

The jet pilots wailed"

"Rock the Casbah"

Extra song #1. While it wasn't one of my favorites, there was no denying the importance of the song or the album from which it came. The album was Thriller, the song was...

"Billie Jean"

Because I like to push the envelope, I'm going with seven songs this week. And I might do it next week too. So shut up. In 1980, John Lennon came back to the music scene, along with Yoko and created Double Fantasy. Nowhere could you find a more self-defining song than the one Lennon wrote for what sadly would be his last album.

"Watching the Wheels"

So that's Part 1. Jen, I apologize for being a rude guest and highlighting seven songs, but as Eric Burdon sang, "It's my life and I'll do what I want." Hope you invite me back next week.

The Clash: A Little Car Jamming

Starting to catch up on my blog writing and hopefully you've been enjoying some of the musical choices. None of us has the same taste in music, so I never expect everyone to like everything I feature. But it's still a good thing to listen and hear different styles and genres. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean it's not good. And even though it might be good doesn't mean you should like it. Baby, that's what musical taste is all about. 

So being I was a busy girl this week, I thought I'd jump into the 100 Word Song Challenge again. This week Lance and t, two of my favorite writers of the moment (trust me they could be on my shit list in a heartbeat) got together to choose a band so universally adored, I don't know anyone who doesn't like at least some of their music. The band is The Clash and the song chosen is "Car Jamming," an interesting choice to say the least.

100 Words with the song used as inspiration.

"Car Jamming"

Nothing could beat turning 360’s in the Torino while Jimi wailed out “Crosstown Traffic.” Lying in his sweat-soaked bed, Danny cried at the memory. It was the last good day of his life. The day before his draft notice took his future and later his legs.

Now it had taken his mind.

Through the drug haze he saw the old movie on TV while checking the cylinder. What was her name… she was married to Bogie.  She had that line “Just put your lips together and blow.” Danny smiled at the irony as he put his mouth around the barrel.