I get asked often (as all of you do I’m sure) what my favorite bands are; or what style of music I like the best. This is always a tough question as are most questions regarding music. I was once asked, however, what I thought the best song of the 90s was and I answered in a split second: Primitive Radio Gods’ “Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand.”
I first heard this track on MTV. By then MTV was already making its segway from being a music station, but they played the video for this song as an exclusive, so I saw it before it even hit the radio – it was an odd promotional thing. I thought it was a hell of a catchy tune at the time and went out to pickup the album, which really I could never get into and I don’t imagien others could either. The thing is, I once listened to this song for three days straight and never got tired of it. There is something reflective about the simplicity of it, the constant looped beat, the subtle bass and keys, just all around it works. The tone of the lyrics make the song amazing and the lyrics make so little sense they’re almost a kind of koan. Eventually at every hard point in my life I have cranked this song up because it destroys bad thoughts with me – I can’t obsess when it’s on in a bad way. All the same, I can always listen to it without it trudging up bad memories. It’s like the antithesis of “Something I Can Never Have” by Nine Inch Nails. You’ve probably heard this one, but I’m putting it up anyway. You should listen to it again. I’m wishy washy with music, I change favorites here and there, but if I had to choose only one song that if I heard music on any player would be the only one it would be this one. I suppose that possibly makes it my favorite song of all time.
If you wonder – the sample is B.B. King, from the song “How Blue Can You Get.” Also a great.
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Lyrics:
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we’ve never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Theresa’s joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves but don’t ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh
I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
On a side note – if you want a way to get single songs easily, check out Songbird – it’s kind of an open source itunes with one major feature – it’s search will hit and allow you to download search results from music blogs and the like. It’s a great way to collect one-hit-wonders.
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