As promised yesterday, I’ve compiled a complete list of all the Inappropriate Walk Up Songs. This should prove useful to those of you who need to settle arguments in bars, or as a handy crib sheet on your next midterm exam. Enjoy!
This list is arranged in alphabetical order by artist. Why? Because that’s how you organize music, dammit. I’ve been doing it that way ever since I started buying albums, and I ain’t about to change my ways now, dagnabbit.
What did I discover while compiling this list? Not much, except that I accidentally used Johnny Cash twice, despite my declaration that I wouldn’t use any artist/band twice. Boy, is my face red!
In my defense, tell me you could resist using “Wo Ist Du Haus, Mama”. That is comedy/German gold right there.
So without further ado, the list (after the jump):
Holy Goddamn! is back for another action-packed episode. Sorry that this one’s a little later than usual. I’ve tried to adhere to my self-imposed every-other-week schedule, but some unforeseen issues have plagued the Scratchbomb Home Office of late–most of them not good, as chronicled here. As you’ll probably notice, these events, and my attempts to defy them, have greatly affected the song choices (as have my reflection on baseball seasons past and present).
In episode 006, I have a long chat about fantasy baseball with Skip “Wheels” Slater, a frequent Scratchbomb and Holy Goddamn! contributor. You’ll also hear some wise advice from Vin Scully, some more nostalgic sound bites, and a closing tune that’ll make you wanna run out in the street and punch somebody in the face.*
* Please don’t actually run out in the street and punch someone in the face. Unless they deserve it.
And please forgive the inclusion of a song from my old band. It just seemed to fit the flow and theme. I vow not to engage in such reflective narcissism again. Probably.
Holy Goddamn! 006 Setlist:
“Watch me paste…”/Intro “Have you seen the schedule…” Les Savy Fav, “The Year Before the Year 2000”, Let’s Stay Friends Deefhoof, “Scream Team”, The Runners Four Viva Voce, “Lesson #1”, The Heat Can Melt Your Brain Vin Scully lectures on perspective, spring training, 1988 XTC, “No Language in Our Lungs”, Black Sea The Pixies, “Down to the Well”, Emerson College radio, 1987 Bill Moss, “Number One”, Eccentric Soul: The Capsoul Label (v/a) Interview with Skip “Wheels” Slater on fantasy baseball strategy Elvis Costello, “Hand in Hand”, This Year’s Model Jay Reatard, “I Know a Place”, Singles 06-07 The Replacements, “I’ll Buy”, Tim “Someone’s rockin’ my dreamboat…” Record Ignite!, “Chew You Up”, demo, 1999 “But we were winning!” Vince Guaraldi, “Rain Rain Go Away”, The Charlie Brown Suite and Other Favorites Ted Leo, “Rappaport’s Testament: I Never Gave Up”, Mo’ Livin’ EP
For previous Inappropriate Walk Up Music posts, click here.
This is it, folks. Today is Opening Night–an abomination in the eyes of God, if you ask me (and God). I’m not a traditionalist when it comes to most baseball matters, but the first game of the year should take place in the daytime, dammit. It should be a horrible, rainy afternoon where you can’t feel your toes and you wonder why you gave up a whole day’s pay to drink overpriced watered down Bud Lite while watching it.
In any case, that makes this the final edition of Inappropriate Walk Up Music. Shed a tear, if the mood moves you. Do I have some enormous climax for you to mark this momentous, bittersweet end?
Um, no. Just three more songs. Sorry.
But I will have a full list of all of the Inappropriate Walk Up Songs tomorrow, listed in alphabetical order by artist. Why that way? Because that’s how I’ve always organized my albums, even when I was a kid. How else would you do it, you maniacs?!
Without further ado, the end.
* “Bicycle Race”, Queen The Wife spun this tune on the House Stereo yesterday, after hearing it on a classic rock station. I know I’ve heard this song many times before, but the true weirdness of it never really struck me before. Wow, this is bizarre–even when judged against the scale of Queen’s other mock-operatic work.
I also considered “Body Language”, which is just as weird and a much worse song. But “Body Language” doesn’t have a video in which tons of naked people ride bikes.
* “Fingertips”, They Might Be Giants I may be cheating here, because this isn’t one song per se. It’s 21 separate minitracks on Apollo 18. A couple of them break the 20 second mark, and one is over a minute, butmost range between 5 and 12 seconds. Apparently, TMBG wanted you to employ the shuffle function on your CD player, so the listener would hear lots of tiny non sequiturs in between the “real” songs. But I loved to listen to “Fingertips” as one long miniature opera of weirdness. And I have a feeling most people who bought the album listened to it in the same way. And this is my stupid feature anyway. So screw it, it’s one song.
I remember listening to “Fingertips” repeatedly, at the expense of the rest of the album. Some tracks cracked me up so much that I had to hear them over and over, so I made sure I was near the CD player so I could hit the back button and not have one mini-song polluted by the sound of another (I think I’ve mentioned I’m a dork, right?).
A lot of the goofier TMBG material falls into the “I was 13 and a dork when I loved this” category, but think this holds up well. What’s great about it is that each mini-song sounds like an excerpt of a longer tune, yet you can’t imagine them being any longer. “What’s That Blue Thing Doing Here” still makes me laugh (and those are all the lyrics, right there). And “I Walk Along Darkened Corridors” is probably the best song Morrissey never wrote.
* “You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory”, Johnny Thunders Good way to close out this list: Wistful and hopeless. Kinda like Johnny Thunders. Peep this video for a rare clip of Johnny singing in tune and remembering all the lyrics.
As promised yesterday, I’ve compiled a complete list of all the Inappropriate Walk Up Songs. This should prove useful to those of you who need to settle arguments in bars, or as a handy crib sheet on your next midterm exam. Enjoy!