the last song you played on repeat
- Thread starter edith head
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got Eddie Holland's S/T LP the other day(raer son, although there is a chip in it that renders the first songs on side one and two unplayable , otherwise its mint)
anyway the facemelter for me is the last song on the album, "Gotta Have Your Love"...
anyway the facemelter for me is the last song on the album, "Gotta Have Your Love"...
I just cleaned then played my copy of Syl Johnson's Sock It To Me/Try Me 45 about 5 times in a row, hoping I could coax some last bits of life from it's thrashed grooves, I really love this record but it is beyond dead. I am hunting ebay for a replacement copy
So it's not just stuff on CD's and/or the iTunes, right?
Well then...Bobby Marchan's "Get Down With It" 45 on Dial has been making several return trips to the turntable all week.
NOW HOLD IT!
And when I say hold it, I mean HOLD IT!
Snap yo' fingers..
Well then...Bobby Marchan's "Get Down With It" 45 on Dial has been making several return trips to the turntable all week.
NOW HOLD IT!
And when I say hold it, I mean HOLD IT!
Snap yo' fingers..
charles "mr c.c." carlson - don't want to sit down
just picked this 45 up for the song she's not to blame but can't stop listening to the flipside, what a great record
just picked this 45 up for the song she's not to blame but can't stop listening to the flipside, what a great record
I just listened to this 45 last week...twice.
But the most recent song I listened to on repeat was "All Over Again" by Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. I was driving down to Springfield for this conference and listening to the iPod on alphabetical all songs. When I got to All Over Again, I listened to it four or five times, singing along with an increasingly embarrassing amount of passion. It vaulted to the top of my list of songs that remind me of my wife and make me remember how glad I am to be married to her.
Every time I see you,
Every time I see you, darlin,
Every time I SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU
I FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL in love
All over again.
XO Wife,
JRoot
More repeats:
- "People Make The World" - Roosevelt Grier (it really is alright to cry)
- "Love Ain't Never Hurt Nobody" - Barbara Lynn
- "People Make The World" - Roosevelt Grier (it really is alright to cry)
- "Love Ain't Never Hurt Nobody" - Barbara Lynn
"Come Through" by Endle St. Cloud.
It starts off with melodramatic Snidely Whiplash piano rolling underneath a brief monologue delivered in this reedy, slightly jokey, hippie Paul Lynde voice:
"All right, Bunnetti--I've fronted the bread, I did everything you ask.
Is this another one of your super-heavy, super-duper deals?
Bunnetti, WHEN WILL YOU COME THROUGH?!?!"
I haven't listened to the rest of the record recently enough to remember whether the whole scenario gets explained--it may be about some weed deal gone awry, or about some inside joke, or about nothing at all--but know this: Even if the whole thing is a put-on, the voice summoned in those last five words is as absolutely real as it gets; whatever it was about before, those last five words are about something else. To hear that kind of cartoonish hippie shit--"bread," "super-heavy," maaaaannn--mount so quickly into this incredibly real-seeming anger, this bone-weary frustration that just kinda explodes, is straight gut-punch, no matter how many times I hear it.
And the catharsis is made complete when the closing question mark and exclamation point take less than a second thereafter to contort into the left and right fists of this searing/smearing fuzz-guitar grind that stampedes away on double drums, gone in just over two minutes. Brutal.
It starts off with melodramatic Snidely Whiplash piano rolling underneath a brief monologue delivered in this reedy, slightly jokey, hippie Paul Lynde voice:
"All right, Bunnetti--I've fronted the bread, I did everything you ask.
Is this another one of your super-heavy, super-duper deals?
Bunnetti, WHEN WILL YOU COME THROUGH?!?!"
I haven't listened to the rest of the record recently enough to remember whether the whole scenario gets explained--it may be about some weed deal gone awry, or about some inside joke, or about nothing at all--but know this: Even if the whole thing is a put-on, the voice summoned in those last five words is as absolutely real as it gets; whatever it was about before, those last five words are about something else. To hear that kind of cartoonish hippie shit--"bread," "super-heavy," maaaaannn--mount so quickly into this incredibly real-seeming anger, this bone-weary frustration that just kinda explodes, is straight gut-punch, no matter how many times I hear it.
And the catharsis is made complete when the closing question mark and exclamation point take less than a second thereafter to contort into the left and right fists of this searing/smearing fuzz-guitar grind that stampedes away on double drums, gone in just over two minutes. Brutal.
I've been there. I've spun the flip (BUZZZZZSAWWWW) several times, too.
do u have the audio of the flip. its ben a minute!
i hear that
the fuzz - i love you for all seasons
107 street stickball team - look to me
107 street stickball team - tell her i love her
velvet underground - waiting for my man
de la soul - Plug Tunin
east of underground - smiling faces
east of underground - walk on by
east of underground - java girl
stevie wonder - hey love
owen gray - gimme little sign
brenton wood - oggum boogum song
april march - chic habit
lee dorsey - get out of my life woman
the shirelles - baby its you
i have 30 or so songs that i need to hear all the tyme !
does that mix of versions of Summertime still floatin around ? (slept on it!)
Also my 500th post!
