6 posts tagged “canadiana”
When I was a youngster, music videos were only available to watch for 30 minutes a day after school on "Video Hits", or on "Good Rockin' Tonight", late on Friday night. One particular video, that depicted a girl named Mona, that I viewed in 1985 or 1986, has been haunting me ever since. I only saw it on TV a couple of times, and I remember hearing it on the radio in my parents Omni maybe once. My father had the radio on while he washed the car, and when the song started, I ran a few feet away and covered my ears, so I could only hear the muffled background music and water splashing on the car. The lyrics terrified me.
For the past 20 odd years, I have occasionally tried to find it on the Internet, in music stores, or even find another human being who remembered the video, or the song. No one I talked to, had any idea what I was talking about. I didn't know who sang it, I couldn't remember the finer details of the video. All that I could recall was the fear and the sadness that I felt when I saw the video for the first time. I was terrified of what I saw, and intrigued at the same time. Who was Mona? Why have a never heard anything else about her since then?
This morning, I searched again. It immediatly popped up. One website on the subject. One video on YouTube. Not much, considering the size of this InterWeb, but my search is now over. Mystery solved, weight falling off my shoulders. This video actually does exist, Mona is real, and I didn't make it up in my over-imaginative eight-year old brain.
Learn more about Mona on the site, A Dress for Mona.
I have seen The Tragically Hip play a bazillion and one times. Even so, I am a little bummed that I am not going to their show here in January, and have been listening to them a bit more than I usually would over the past couple days.
I never spent much time listening to their album "In Violet Light" when it came out, and brought it out last night, to give it a proper listen. "Leave" really caught my attention, with it's bluesy, groovy beat that made me want to shake my hips a bit. Of course, the lyrics got me too, which is why I am including them here:
'Do you mean the attack is routine?' a bird asked of a bird
'In this context, a concave nest, how do we learn to hurt?'
'Do you mean there's no variation?' Watching a dog charge a flock of birds
Exploding in congregation
'Why plan; when we stop?
I dunno....but why suppose it's not the way it should be? when you can fly above the great waiting list,
as the grow inplies;
we won't be missed,
we can leave
It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
there's more worms than earth in the Afterlife
where the blind feed the blind, whispering things like; 'On the money' and 'Bullseye'
she picks up the little leaves where human wrecks are left to seed
left to repaint their deities and plaster away at their villainies
where there's love there's hope
'and do you hope those earthbound poets
could learn to sing as good as us?
so we can sit back and enjoy our illusions and our quietus?'
'Well I don't know....but why suppose it's not the way it should be?
when you can squawk and wait for word from above
and change yourself into something you love
when you leave
Since I am going to miss the New Pornographers concert tonight, due to lack of funds in my bank account, I thought I'd choose one of my favorite songs of theirs for this here Fab Song #7.
"Streets of Fire" was originally recorded by the Destroyers, but I've gotta say, I like the Pornographers version much better. Maybe it's because I have a huge crush on Neko Case.
Go on, give it a listen.
"That guy sounds like Don McKellar", I say to myself.
Low and behold, I turn around, and there he is.
I am not easily star-struck. If some Hollywood A-lister was sitting at the pub, I'd probably think it was neat-o, but I would not feel the way I felt when I saw Mr. McKellar.
I stopped breathing, had what I can only hope was a quick, but intense orgasm, and not a stroke, and went out to spill the beans to the patio people, and well, no one really gave a crap, because most people didn't know who he was.
A few minutes later, I went inside to go to the bathroom (and see what the Don was up to, I admit), and just as I was about to open the door, he beat me to it, and smacked me pretty hard with the door. I giggled a big guffaw, yelled "HI THERE!", and backed away, dazed and amazed. He said sorry, and took off into the rainy night, to his fancy hotel room down the street.
I am guessing, that once he got back there, he realized how amazing the loud girl was that he hit with the door, and he's searching for me, this very minute, wanting to whisk me away to wherever Don McKellar does his whisking.
Ya right.
When you start a song with the paragraph:
"I want to take a streetcar downtown
Read Henry Miller and wander around
And drink some Guinness from a tin
'Cause my U.I. cheque has just come in."
And later slip in a somewhat romantic reference to cunnilingus:
"Well, I've kissed you in France and I've kissed you in Spain
And I've kissed you in places I'd better not name
And I've seen the sun go down on Sacre Coeur
But I like it much better going down on you."
You are forever on high rotation on my personal playlist.
Good job, Lowest of the Low, good job.
Now go on tour again.
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