La Fin de La Semaine Essay Question: Special "In Matters of Opinion, One's Opponent is Always an Idiot" Edition

FYI -- I believe the title quote comes from George Bernard Shaw, who if he'd been born a century or so later would probably have toiled as a rock critic. 😎

In any event, it sprung to mind after I stumbled across this interesting story online a few days ago.

Here's a hint: The Floor Models pretty much agreed with Townshend.

Anyway, you can read the complete article over at the link HERE. In case you're wondering, it was Pete's daughter Emma who outed him in this regard.

Which leads us, inexorably, to the subject of the weekend's business. To wit:

...and your favorite objectively schlocky post-Elvis pop/rock/soul-r&b/country hit song that you love unreservedly anyway is...???

Discuss.

Arbitrary rule: I'm disqualifying obvious novelty records, i.e. "Gimme Dat Ding" or that kinda stuff. Instead, we're talking about records that aspire to something serious/artsy/significant, but simply fall short for whatever reasons. Or that you love, but everybody else makes fun of you for it. Or that just strike most normal people as kinda cornball.

And in case you're wondering, apart from everything else by ABBA, my nominee is...

Actually, a pretty good, if overly melodramatic song, and Pitney's great, but hey -- some of the arrangement touches, like the wailing girls chorus vocals? I mean, oy gevalt.

So alrighty then -- and remembering the Shaw quote -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

An Early Clue to the New Direction

From 1963, and one of those fabulous local teen rock TV shows somewhere, please enjoy extremely blonde nice Jewish girl Diane Renay and her smash hit tribute to pre-Vietnam military enlistment "Navy Blue."

I really liked that at the time, corny as it is, and still do. BTW, when I found that clip, it dawned on me that this was the first time I had ever heard it in stereo.

Wiki also informs me that the song was co-written and produced by the great Bob Crewe, of Four Seasons and Mitch Ryder fame.

In any case, a coveted PowerPop No-Prize© will be awarded to the first reader who gleans the song's significance to the theme of tomorrow's Weekend Essay Question.

Wednesday's Cartoon Chuckles and Photo Funnies

Love that last one particularly, although the youngsters in the photo probably have too many teeth. 😎

Those Fabulous Nineties

Attentive readers will recall that last week I sung the praises of a 2025 BBC/Britbox comedy/drama called Riot Women. Short version of the premise: A bunch of (mostly meopausal) British gals get together to form a punk band. Hilarity ensues.

So we're watching the first season cliffhanger episode the other night -- there's gonna be a second season sometime this year, I'm happy to say -- and this song, with which I was previously totally unfamiliar, comes on the soundtrack. And I flipped out over how cool it is.

Uh, hello -- why did't I get the memo? 😎

True confession -- back in the mid-90s, when Ms. Phair was at her peak, I really didn't pay much attention to her, or her alleged masterpiece (from whence that song derives) Exile in Guyville.

Although I was deliriously thrilled with this collaboration she recorded around the same time (with Chicago power pop band Material Issue) on a fabulous tribute album to Saturday Morning kids shows.

No fooling, I used to blast that at full volume over the sound system in my office at Stereo Review at all sorts of inapropriate times (I'm pretty sure I also raved about the album in print). And I was delighted to discover I still loved it. But in any case, that Phair song above is just great; I'm obviously going to have do a retrospective re-examination of the Guyville album.

P.S.: I was a huge fan of Material Issue, who were one of the fewer-than-you-might-suspect 90s bands I actually was nuts about.

In fact, I recall being far more upset over MI frontman Jim Ellison's suicide than by Kurt Cobain's. For the simple reason that -- unlike most his of contemporaries during the Grunge Era -- Ellison always projected the attitude of somebody who really, really enjoyed being a rock star.

I should add that I just discovered there's a Material Issue documentary movie available for streaming (1 dollar -- cheap!) over at Amazon Prime HERE. Gonna watch it tonight; I'll get back to you if it's worth the price of admission.

Your Monday Moment of Words Fail Me

And speaking as we were over the weekend of Beatles tributes, I stumbled across this one by accident the other day, and...well, behold it in breathless wonder. 😎

I can only add that I was delighted to learn that the Good Father (a/k/a Don Novello) is still with us, and still hilarious. As witness this recent performance on the Colbert show.

Hedgehog milanese. I really gotta try that. 😎 😎

La Fin de La Semaine Essay Question: Special "Beatles Selfies" Edition

Yeah, yeah, it's gimmicky. But it's also terrific.

That's the work of a British musical comedian/impressionist named Stevie Riks, who grew up Liverpool adjacent, and who's apparently been doing this kind of thing for a while now (you can find out more about him at his official website over HERE).

And I should add that if the actual Beatles had the same technology available to them back then, we can say with some certainty that they would have taken advantage of it.

In any event, this leads us inexorably to the subject of the weekend's business. To wit:

...and the best (or worst) single song or album by a post-1964 artist (solo or group) making obviously deliberate attempts to ape elements of the Fab Four's style/sound is...?

Discuss.

No arbitrary rules here, but let's just say that if you attempt to nominate an actual Beatles tribute band or the original cast album of Broadway's Beatlemania ("Not the Beatles, but an incredible simulation") I will come to your house very late on a weeknight and give you a severe tongue-lashing.

Anyway -- for my choice? Album-wise, I don't really have a dog in this hunt, sad to say. But an indivdual song? Well, this won't be a surprise to anybody who knows me, but IMHO this one is the ne plus ultra.

C'mon -- nobody but nobody has ever done it better. And the fact that it's by a bar band from down the street from my childhood digs in Teaneck, New Jersey makes it even more fun.

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!

[h/t Ida Langsam]

Songs I'd Forgotten Existed (Let Alone Loved): Special "If I Was a Carpenter and You Were a....Oh, Wait!!!" Edition

And speaking as were yestrday about folk-rocker/country star Mary Chapin Carpenter, from 1990 please enjoy her powerful and insinuating "Quittin' Time."

That was a strictly country radio hit, i.e., it didn't get any pop/rock crossover to my knowledge, and I'm somewhat perplexed about how it showed up on my bingo card. If I had to guess, I suspect I got hepped to it by my colleague/friend Alanna Nash, who was Stereo Review's country music maven/reviewer for most of my tenure over there.

In any case, a terrific song/record; if the production was just a tad tougher sounding, I would go so far as to say Fleetwood Mac-or-Petty and the Heartbreakers terrific.

Be Still My Beating Cornea

From 1993, recorded live in Glasgow, please enjoy Mary Chapin Carpenter and a nicely semi-countrified version of The Records' jangle-pop classic "Hearts in Her Eyes."

Jon Bryant 2 · Mary Chapin Carpenter - 'Hearts in Her Eyes' - Glasgow, Scotland 10/21/93

I was unfamiliar with that until the other day, when it turned up on the Facebook page of Records drummer Will Birch, who co-wrote the song with the late and much missed John Wicks.

Longtime readers will, of course, recall that another take on it appears on The Floor Models' (recorded in 1982) live album.

As you may be able to tell, our version was quite blatantly cribbed not so much from the Records original but rather from The Searchers' cover (on their self-titled 1979 comeback album). I should add that "Hearts..." was the very first non-original song that the Flo Mos ever worked up, and that we performed it I would guess at just about every gig we played in our entire career. Hell, we did it so often everybody in Greenwich Village thought we wrote it.

In any case, Ms. Carpenter's version does it full justice, I think. Birch thinks so too.

Hmm...I seem to recall I had an 80s Carpenter CD with an original of hers that I listened to a lot at the time. Let me do the research on that and get back to you.

Tuesday's Music-Themed Photo Funnies

That last one isn't music-themed per se, of course. But it is how I wanna be remembered.

Television Notes From All Over (An Occasional Feature): Special "And You Thought the Clash Were Angry" Edition

Okay, so a certain Shady Dame and I have been watching a BritBox show -- a comedy/drama -- from last year called Riot Women and we're totally hooked.

The premise: A bunch of mostly menopausal British gals with shall we say difficult lives (the show is set in the present) get a chance to form a punk band and against the odds decide to go for it. Hilarity (not to mention violence, anger, and all sorts of obstacles in their way) ensues.

Seriously, I lack the words to describe how much fun -- and occasionally how outrageous -- the show is. Plus the music, featuring a lot of well-chosen vintage punk and New Wave stuff on the soundtrack plus some new songs written specifically for the titular Riot Women by an actual alt-rock gal band called ARXX, is terrific, and the acting is fabulous across the board. I'm particularly taken with Rosalie Craig (the red-headed hot mess guitar player in the trailer, who's a real-life Brit musical theater star with amazing pipes), but they're all great, and apparently most of them learned how to play their instruments for the show, which is totally cool. And I've gotta say, that scene above where Tamsin Grieg (as an ex-cop) has to count up the frets of her bass before they start a song is one of the funniest things I've ever seen outside of Spinal Tap.

There are six episodes in the first season; as of this writing, the BBC has announced it's renewing the show for a second batch, and I can't wait.

Hey -- trust me, you'll love it; if you've got access to BritBox, pounce. If not, consult (as they used to say) your local listings.