November 3, 2011


I decided not to listen to the news/talk stations on the way into work this morning. Usually I tune into Sirius/XM’s POTUS, “Politics of the United States, for the people of the United States”, but I can listen to Herman Cain stammer and stutter his way through changing his story about the sexual abuse allegations so many times before I want to barf. For someone that has claimed that he’s not like other politicians, he sure is trying his best to spin his way out of this latest political bru-ha-ha. The ironic thing is, when I showed Earl the recent ad he released, the one where his chief of staff smokes and Herman himself looks at the camera and then smiles devilishly, I remarked to Earl that he looked “sexually creepy”. Like stalker creepy.

From the reports that have been lighting up the air waves lately it sounds like my assessment wasn’t too far off base. How’s the sanctity of marriage and holier-than-thou thing working for you, Mr. Cain?

Here I have devoted two paragraphs to what I wasn’t listening to. I must have been distracted.

So as I avoided the Herman Cain buzz, I opted to listen to 70s on 7 and 80s on 8. I tried to listen to that new Studio 54 channel but as a club DJ I was taught that you NEVER play a 12-inch single in it’s entirety, and that’s exactly what the Studio 54 channel is doing. I miss, I love France Joli’s “Come To Me”, but the 15 minute version of the song wears thin on even the most jovial of us. Marimba solos rock, but not at that great length.

Flipping between the two decades I listened to great gems such as “I Saw The Light” by Todd Rundgren and more importantly, “They Don’t Know” by Tracey Ullman. I especially enjoy the latter tune, it’s retro sound even back then is spot on when it comes to the vocals being in tune with the backing track. The “baby” at the end of the bridge is actually sampled from the original version of the song by Kristy MacColl (Kristy sings backup on Tracey’s version) and the video is awesome, especially the gong guy at the beginning, the cameo by Paul McCartney and Tracey’s varying looks, including one part where she uncannily resembles Gloria, a woman my mother hung out with right around the time this song came out.

Here’s a link to the video.