That's Art Gecko, in case you were wondering. 😎

As seems to be a tradition around here, the classical one is my favorite. 😎 😎

And in case you're wondering, the critique originally ran in the December 1980 issue of the Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review, and IMHO it holds up pretty well. My memory is that the movie itself really sucked, but I think I nonetheless made a not implausible case for the soundtrack album being at least meh. 😎

I should add that the vinyl edition is long out of print, although if you're among the curious and the kooky, Amazon has some reasonably priced copies available over HERE. To my surprise, the album seems never to have been reissued on CD, which hardly seems a cultural tragedy, however. 😎😎

[h/t Pat Thomas]

Wow -- peace on earth, good will to men, and all that stuff, right? 😎

Long time readers (by which I mean folks who've been around here since 2009, when I originally published the screed excerpted and slightly rewritten in the following paragraphs) will doubtless be able to guess my candidate.

But don't mince words, Steve -- tell us what you really think (thought).

It's official -- I consider David Bowie's Pin Ups to be not only one of the Three All-Time Worst Albums of Rock Cover Versions Ever Made, but also to be among the worst sets of interpretations of any kind of music -- including classical -- in the history of recorded sound.

Okay, that last may be an overstatement, but I stand by the Three Worst Covers Album thing.

(In case you're wondering, the other two are Bryan Ferry's 1973 These Foolish Things and Duran Duran's 1995 Thank You. The former, I think, is an utterly appalling concept record in which Ferry, nitwit that he was, advances the idea that Bob Dylan's "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall" has something in common artistically with Lesley Gore's "It's My Party" other than the fact that both were originally recorded by sentient mammals. The latter, on the other hand, is merely a sloppy mess in which one of the world's most useless bands pays tribute to its non-roots and tries, unsuccessfully, to convince the world that Simon Le Bon has any business performing a Public Enemy song.)

Anyway, the main reason I so utterly loathe the Bowie album is that the entire attitude it exudes (reeks of, might be a more accurate phrase) is a "Look at Me I'm Wonderful!!!" contempt for the source material. The album, IMHO, is the work of a guy who's convinced that these silly little songs, AND the people who recorded them, are ever so trivial and ridiculous, so thank god that he -- The Greatest Star -- is deigning to give them a little undeserved, reflected, acclaim in his trademark bullshit campy ironic way. Not to mention that the singing is flatout awful; the affectless, emotionless, pretentious pseudo-operatic croon Bowie subjects the songs to is light years removed from the punkish snarl and passion that most of them (with the possible exception of The Mersey's "Sorrow") require.

And just to spread the blame around, let us not forget (actually PLEASE let us forget) Aynsley Dunbar's drumming. Everything he does on the record is overplayed, underlined, and generally reduces the songs to sludge.

Have I mentioned that I hate the goddamn album?

But okay then -- what would YOUR choice be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

[I've posted a slightly different version of this on several previous Christmases; consider it one of those internet traditions you've heard so much about. -- S.S.]

Ahem. So. Way back in December of 2007 -- when the world, myself and this here blog were young -- I found myself, quite improbably, falling in love.

And the Christmas song I kept hearing in at least two TV commercials at the time was the ineffably touching "All That I Want" by The Weepies.

Which, as it turned out, was, improbably, about the improbability of somehow finding the right person to fall in love with.

Above the rooftops
The full moon dips its golden spoon
I wait on clip clops
Deer might fly
Why not? I met you

All these years later, I still can't hear the thing without getting a little misty, sentimental old fluff that I am. So I thought I'd share it once again...as sort of a Christmas card to you all.

And to a certain Shady Dame,let me just say, and for the record -- I love you, babe. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. 😎

But please -- don't even ask about the mistletoe. 😎

[h/t George Cullinan]

The Willie and Keith one is sheer genius. 😎

Mariani's apparently been doing stuff like the above since the '80s, but I must confess to having been unaware of him until this past weekend, when friend of PowerPop Mark Rosenblatt played the song (after two by the Floor Models -- thanks Mark!) on his radio program, which airs (and streams) every Saturday morning (betwee 10am and Noon) on WPKN-FM 89.5, from Bridgeport Connecticut. You can find out more over at the station's website HERE, and come to think of it they have a very good archive, so you can listen to the most recent show in its entirety.

In any case, that song just slays me, so I'm going to be doing the research on this Mariani guy. I'll keep you posted on what I unearth.

Seriously -- how come none of you bastid kids ever hipped me to that clip before I accidentally discovered it last week?

I should add, and I've said it before and it still behooves repeating, that yes, I have the raving hots for that woman -- who I've never witnessed in concert, alas. Also alas, I know that if we ever, er, actually got together in a carnal sense I wouldn't be able to survive the foreplay, and that's not just because of my current advanced age; if we'd hooked up when I was as young as she is now, she still would have killed me. 😎

But that being said, and with no further ado, it's onward to the weekend's thematically related business. To wit:

...and the contemporary/post-90s/21st century pop/rock/r&b/folk/country solo artist or group you regret not having seen live, and would in fact sell someone near and dear to you to obtain tickets to a forthcoming show if they're still active (the artist, not the person dear to you😎) is...???

Discuss.

No arbitrary rules you're welcome very much, except I'm gonna be strict about the "nothing before the Aughts" thing; this is strictly post-classic-whatever. And if you've read the above you already know who I regret not encountering in person (yet).

Of course, my second pick would be THIS woman, who I also had the hots for. And alas, of course, it was not to be. 😎😎

But in any case -- who is/are YOUR choice(s)?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

I must admit, the classical one is my favorite. 😎

That's the Springsteen song (from his first album) obviously, and originally recorded by Amos for her Strange Little Girls project, which is being reissued on vinyl with four bonus tracks end of next February.

Long time readers are aware that I have a kind of sneaking affection for this woman and her work, largely deriving from the EP she did in 1992 featuring an ace piano/vocal rendition of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and an album cover where she posed wearing a necklace made out of what most people would consider, er, side dishes.

In any event, Strange Little Girls -- which I was previously unfamiliar with -- is a concept album of sorts, in that all the songs were originally written by men, but then recast by Amos from the perspective of a female character she created for each of them. I apparently missed it by design when it was first released, but having now heard the above -- which, admittedly, does get a couple of the chord changes wrong, which irks me -- I think I'm gonna give the album a chance when the vinyl comes out.