Player -- "Baby Come Back" (1977)
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Anyone ever see that movie with Gena Davis and Samuel L Jackson <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0116908/">'Long Kiss Goodnight'</a> where the England / Coley tune comes on and Mr. Bad Motherfucker is muttering the words under his breath? Pretty tight shit.
God bless VH1 classics.
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Yes, that's Eddy Grant's first band (he's the one shouting "OKAY! ALRIGHT!").
Yes, this Eddy Grant:
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This is incidentally one of my favorite childhood songs, my first exposure to the word "abhor", and the impetus for learning about the African diaspora experience in London. Electric Avenue was, at the time it was named, in the heart of a heavily industrial sector of London (called Brixton, as in "the guns of"). They later built a prison in Brixton, and possibly consequently for a long time it was unofficially the only part of London where landlords would rent to non-whites. My long-suffering mother took me there when I was 15 so I could get my picture taken next to the Electic Avenue street sign and check out the open-air Carribbean-style food market. This was the same trip she accompanied me to Abbey Road Studios (cue photo of me on the crosswalk), and the former BBC building where Monty Python did most of their writing (again, photo op). This is to say nothing of going with me to Paul McCartney's London office only to have me panic and refuse to go inside, so she went in for me and came back out with a stack of pre-autographed booty. The woman was a saint.
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Love it!
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Which is to say, I preferred my soft rock with a steady, mellow backbeat. And that my awareness of the fact that a lot of the ska/reggae songs were covers was not a major factor in my discursive practices.
This all seems so obvious to me as an adult, but I had no idea the guy was even black. I thought that electric avenue was the kind of thing that John Travolta danced on in Saturday Night Fever.
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Needless to say, I had never seen the movie-- I'd only seen pictures.
I've never seen Saturday Night Fever either - by the time I was old enough to rent it, someone had told me someone gets raped in it, and - as you know - I was a skittish little budding Morrissey devotee. John Hughes productions were much more my speed.
I was completely floored by how good the movie actually was. I think I was shaking and crying by the end, and I'm not that much of a cry baby. (shut up, Chippy!)
Had I known the singer was the sort of person who wore white jump suits in my teens, however, it probably would have irrevocably altered my world view. Remember, I got into ska (and reggae, to a much lesser extent), via the specials, the clash and the bosstones, and white jump suits were *not* part of what I understood to be acceptable attire for musicians.
It probably helped that none of the stuff I listened to really even had music videos (or, at least, I never saw them), so unless a band got press in rolling stone/spin, I was free to imagine what they looked like. The only specials video I've seen is the one for "Free Nelson Mandela," and that's only because Rap City closed with it every episode for a goodly while.
Just got to save up the dough and the vacation time! I really am very fond of Amsterdam. This year, however, it looks like my travels will be limited to new england and Australia. Things could certainly be worse.
<i>"What's happening? Ummm, I'm gonna need you to <strong>go ahead</strong> and come in tomorrow. So if you could be here around nine, that would be great. Mmmm'k? Oh, oh, and I almost forgot. Ahhh... I'm gonna also need you to come in on Sunday too. We, ummm, lost some people this week and uhhh... we need to sorta play catch up. Thanks."</i>
Can someone please explain the dress shirt phenomenon of one color for the shirt and another color for the collar?
Who thinks this looks good?
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The first time I saw the video was a little over a year ago. And the effect, after roughly 30 years of imagining the vocalists to be suave and desirable, was terrifying. But I still can't tear my burning eyes away from the screen!
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