Six for ’12
Not being an ancient Mayan with an apocalyptic mindset, I expect this new year will hold good things for Paul, myself and all of you! Resolutions? Not many, except to be better (read: healthier, thinner). Predictions? Only one … that I will rework the Rancho’s landscape and have it induce the same level of pleasure for us and our visitors as the previous iteration … I’ve already begun amassing inspirational materials and storing them in my noggin’s memory banks for plucking later. Today, however, I’m nursing a hangover brought on by The Eve’s bubbly temptations and scrolling through youtube’s cluttered attic for garden-themed numbers … allow me to share my 6 favorite musical stylings; just hit ‘play’.
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PJ Harvey’s “The Garden: The Peej is a notorious dark chick; her garden is full of strange urges and black as night … there will be consequences.
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Madonna’s “Secret Garden”: From her “Erotica” era, Madge’s garden is jazzy and beat-driven … photos from her accompanying “SEX” book removed all remaining secrecy, however.
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Van Morrison’s “In the Garden”: Not the well-known hymn of the same name, but full of lyrics that portray the garden as a romantic religious experience. Pretty, transcendant.
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Einstuerzende Neubauten’s “The Garden”: Purveyors of hardcore German industrial clang und drang, this clip is hypnotically pared down visually and sonically. Call it anxious Amish.
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TEED (Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs), “Garden”: Trippy techno/house video featuring a skinny pale boy, his girl and a garden full of scary plantlife. Oh, and bubbles.
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John Denver’s “The Garden Song”: Double-denim enthusiast, nice guy Denver touts the joys of gardening backed up by harmonizing snapdragons, a thistle and a cantaloupe …
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I once bought lunch for Einsturzende Neubauten’s Blixa Bargeld. He was an expensive date.
Still waiting for an opportunity to buy anything, anything at all, for PJ Harvey.
Please tell me that lunch for Blixa was at In-n-Out burger …
With a dessert stop at Krispy Kreme! No, no such luck. Lunch for Blixa consisted mostly of red wine, which is where the tab started adding up.
Ahhhhh … makes sense now!
I miss you, John! RIP.
Paul and I felt the same: JD, for all his squeaky clean-ness, was a terrific vocalist … we’re such 70s throw-backs!