50 posts tagged “tune of the week”

I bought this Midnight Oil CD a long, long time ago, and it's never gotten old to me.  I'm playing it as a part of the "Hetta Music" thing I've been doing for some time now because she likes this band and especially this album.  Their "earthy" sound and consistent vocal support for the environment and the less fortunate make them attractive to me and remind me of Heather.

I hope you all are doing fairly.  Sorry I've not been reading any of your blogs, but I'm saving significant time by avoiding the blogosphere for the time being.  The business site is getting bigger every day!

With the posting of my last tune (and the subsequent appearance of my picture of Spinal Tap on Vox's home page), there's been some revived conversation and laughter in our place concerning them.  Heather particularly likes Spinal Tap, and the tune posted today is her favorite from what I can tell (because she laughs the hardest when she hears this particular tune).  Another installation in my "Hetta Music" feature.

A little bit of trivia: if it's been a while since you've seen This Is Spinal Tap, or, gasp!, you've never seen it, this song is performed in the movie at an army base.  The band is greeted by an obnoxious sergeant or whatever who reminds them that the crowd is going to be conservative and won't want the music to be too loud, etc.  As the show begins, couples prepare to get out and dance as if to lounge music, and the band opens with "Sex Farm".  Awesome.

By the way, one of the dork brothers from the band, Oasis, apparently cried when he discovered to his chagrin that Spinal Tap wasn't a real band.  Genius, pure genius.

The lyrics to this tune are priceless, but I've opted not to post them as they might land me in jail or something.

In case you were wondering, the White Sox just swept the Cubs in a three-game stretch played at home.  Although we live exactly one mile north of Wrigley Field, we're Sox fans and are quite happy about this!

Anyway, here's another "Hetta Music" selection.  Heather likes her because she sings in a genuine, slightly older style and not the breathy vocal lurching that is so often mistaken for singing these days.

Enjoy!

I don't think anybody who grew up around the time I did hasn't heard this song.  I heard it for the first time when I was in junior high school at a friend's house -- the same good friend who also had a Motley Crue poster on his wall that scared the crap out of me.  Anyway, I liked it then, and I like it now.  As does Heather.  I quickly discovered that she was into 80s music, particularly "hair metal" and the like.  Having both been born in the early 70s, that would make sense.  I think I'll play several selections from the 80s before I'm done with this "Hetta Music" feature.

Gotta love Def Leppard!

I posted this tune once before, but it makes Heather laugh so hard that I've decided to post it again as a part of the "Hetta Music" feature.  Again, if you're offended by profanity, you may want to skip this one.  In my case, I think it's pretty funny, as was this (un)band.

Yes, this one actually does fit into the category of "Hetta Music".  I had just purchased Hammered, the album this song is from, when Heather and I were going out.  As you may know, we dated for a little less than two months when we eloped.  So this album reminds me of our honeymoon big time.

AND, some time after we'd been married for a while, I came home from work and Motörhead was on the CD player.  Heather still says the album reminds her of when we first met.

And it reminds me of what a frickin' cool wife I've got.

In honor of our troops everywhere (including our brother-in-law, Mical Crumbly, pictured below, who's currently serving in Afghanistan), I'm playing a ditty from Stryper.  This tune falls in the "Hetta Music" category because we went to see these guys together and she loved it.  Even more than me, and that's saying something.

If you believe in such things, say a prayer for the troops today when you think of it.

Eventually, I'm going to do a whole series on this guy.  His name is Tim "Ripper" Owens, and he was discovered by Judas Priest and eventually sang for them as well as Iced Earth, one of my very favorite bands of all time.  I've heard him interviewed, and he's an extremely down-to-earth fellow who speaks highly of being a father.

Anyway, the Ripper has got an unbelievable, colossal voice, and when I heard he had finally formed his own band, it was a must.  The entire album is a very good listen, and putting it on the player brings back memories of Wyoming.  We had it playing in the car nearly the entire trip.

I woke up this morning with "Scream Machine" in my head, and so I've decided to play it.  You should see Heather do her "troll dance" to it.  Wish I had a video camera.

Next week, I've decided to start a series on "Hetta Music".  Should be fun.

This is a totally different type of tune from Deep Purple, and the last I'm going to post for a long while.  It's from an album called Bananas, and I like it.  Hope you do as well.

That's it for this week.  Cheers!

I've got to post this tune.  It's subject matter (which I have confirmed) may or may not be obvious to you.  If it's not, don't worry about it as it's not at all worth it.

I'm posting this tune for two reasons.  One, it's an example of a more recent Deep Purple sound, with somewhat of a more typical usage of the keys than in past Purple albums.  Second, I used to hear the beginning of this song, which sounds strangely different from the rest of it, at Chicago Blackhawks games all the time.  I wonder if the Hawks knew what they were advertising?

I'll be posting one more by Deep Purple next week, and then I think it's time to move onto something else.

Although I only play music from my collection, if anybody has a request, I'll be happy to try to accommodate them if I've got something of that particular band!