🎵 Monthly Song Challenge 🎵

Day 1: A song you would love to see live

I was going to pick a Halloween song (it's September and that's good enough for me) but I'm not sure the band is still touring so maybe not in the spirit of the prompt. So instead I'll go with a song I've loved for ages and I've probably posted before. I could technically see her perform this week but it's probably not going to happen 😔

Murder On The Dancefloor - Sophie Ellis-Bextor
 
Catch up Sunday, part II:

Day 30: A song that makes you feel like a bad ass


Day 31: A song that you recommended to a friend this month

 
Day 1: A song you would love to see live

I really love live music.

I really love live music too. Every time I go, as infrequently as I do, I always promise myself that I’ll make more of an effort to get out to see more shows.

This reminds me… I need to get tickets to see - something.

I’d love to see Modest Mouse. And especially this song. I love it. This is a scream-in-the-car song.

 
I really love live music too. Every time I go, as infrequently as I do, I always promise myself that I’ll make more of an effort to get out to see more shows.

This reminds me… I need to get tickets to see - something.

I’d love to see Modest Mouse. And especially this song. I love it. This is a scream-in-the-car song.

Saw them last year with the Pixies. If you get a chance, go!
 
Day 2: A song that has many meanings

I'll never have an experience again like listening to the Magical Mystery Tour while high as a fucking kite.

Strawberry Fields came on, and I was transfixed on this song - it felt like it went on and on and on and on and on and on forever. As time stretched and I saw patterns in the song dance and twist and taunt me, I became increasingly convinced that the song was recorded specifically to fuck with a tripping audience. There weren't any tempo changes but it felt off somehow. I couldn't put my finger on it, so I just chalked it up to performative brilliance.

A few years later I was reading up on the album, and it turns out I was right - something was off. I felt so damn vindicated, as my friends that night hadn't believed me. They couldn't hear what I heard, and I was so frustrated. The song is actually made up by dozens of different takes in slightly different pitches and tempos, which were then sped up or slowed down and cut together, which caused me to be plunged into this auditory uncanny valley.

It's fucking brilliant.

Oh right!! Double meanings... Taken at face value it's a pretty obvious love letter to LSD and psychedelia. Living is easy with eyes closed. Misunderstanding all you see. Nothing is real. But the basis of the song is actually Lennon dealing with his childhood memories and anxieties and insecurities. Strawberry Fields was a Salvation Army children's home where he used to play as a child.

The Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever

 
Day 2: A song that has many meanings

When I first heard "I Don't Like Mondays," the lead off Ireland's Boomtown Rats' third album, The Fine Art of Surfacing, I thought "here is a song I can relate to!" I mean, who doesn't hate Monday, right? It starts with a piano flourish, into a hook and some solid opening drums, has some interesting vocals, clapping, time changes-- it has some interesting musicality. I really enjoyed it. And I could sing along with it, even if I tried to figure out how silicon chips fit it. But even at 11 years old, I hated going to school on Monday. It was almost my theme song. And I wasn't much into the news. As far as I knew, it could have been about Garfield the Cat, who also hated Mondays. But...

On January 29th, 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer barricaded herself in her house and started shooting at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California, with the .22 scoped rifle she had received from her father that Christmas. She stated she had asked for a radio but he gave her the gun "so I would kill myself." She waited until the principal opened the school, then began to shoot at the kids on the playground, starting with an 8-year-old who was wearing her favorite color. She shot and injured eight children and killed two adults -- the school principal who was trying to save the wounded children, and a school custodian. The casualty count would have probably been higher, but the police moved a garbage truck between her home and the school. She held up in her home for several hours, surrounded by police. In a telephone interview during the stand-off, she told a local TV stations her reasons: "I don't like Mondays. This livens up the day." Bob Geldof was doing an interview at a college station when the story came over the Telex, and he started writing the song as soon as he read her callous answer. It was first performed less than a month later.

It still works as both a banal complaint and a piece of horrible history.

"I Don't Like Mondays," The Boomtown Rats


(They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons)
 
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Day 2: A song that has many meanings

When I first heard "I Don't Like Mondays," the lead off Ireland's Boomtown Rats' third album, The Fine Art of Surfacing, I thought "here is a song I can relate to!" I mean, who doesn't hate Monday, right? It starts with a piano flourish, into a hook and some solid opening drums, has some interesting vocals, clapping, time changes-- it has some interesting musicality. I really enjoyed it. And I could sing along with it, even if I tried to figure out how silicon chips fit it. But even at 11 years old, I hated going to school on Monday. It was almost my theme song. And I wasn't much into the news. As far as I knew, it could have been about Garfield the Cat, who also hated Mondays. But...

On January 29th, 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer barricaded herself in her house and started shooting at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California, with the .22 scoped rifle she had received from her father that Christmas. She stated she had asked for a radio but he gave her the gun "so I would kill myself." She waited until the principal opened the school, then began to shoot at the kids on the playground, starting with an 8-year-old who was wearing her favorite color. She shot and injured eight children and killed two adults -- the school principal who was trying to help the children, and a school custodian. The casualty count would have probably been higher, but the police moved a garbage truck between her home and the school. She held up in her home for several hours, surrounded by police. In a telephone interview during the stand-off, she told a local TV stations her reasons: "I don't like Mondays. This livens up the day." Bob Geldof was doing an interview at a college station when the story came over the Telex, and he started writing the song as soon as he read her callous answer. It was first performed less than a month later.

It still works as both a banal complaint and a piece of horrible history.

"I Don't Like Mondays," The Boomtown Rats


(They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons)
Was a strong contender for my song-of-choice... Had no idea how fast Bob started working on it! Inspiration strikes at the most (in)opportune moments.
 
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