Oh, let’s just pretend it HASN’T been nine months since my last post. I’m tired of excuses. Actually, right now, I’m generally just tired.
So, here’s my favorite latter-day Cure tune:
The Cure’s musical record, post-Wish, is spotty. Not “spotty” as in “a British kid with acne,” but “spotty” as in hit or miss. Not “Hit Or Miss” as in New Found Glory’s first major label single, but “hit or miss” as in all over the place. There’s some amazing stuff (about half of Bloodflowers, about 1/3 of Wild Mood Swings, “Wrong Number”, and “Underneath The Sky”) and some less thrilling stuff (everything else.)
But for sheer late ’90s pop joy, with chopper delayed synths that sound like guitars and over-compressed guitars that sound like synths, you can’t do much better – especially with our boy Robert flopping his nest of black hair about like so while he pips on about “lime green and tan-ger-ine.”
It’s a pity this song isn’t better known, because there’s some amazing parodies to be written – and, believe me, over Christmas Break of ’97, they bloody were.
“I had the best fried clams this side of Annapolis…”
“I had moo goo gai pan the size of an elephant…”
And those are just the food related ones. There’s one I half completed, based on the plot of Les Miserables…
Fantine… Fantine… and Eponine
Are two tragic waifs in old Par-ee
Fantine…oh poor Fantine
the sickly sweet singer of “I Dreamed A Little Dream…”
skip to the chorus…
VALJEAN’S THE BEST EX-CON THIS SIDE OF OL’ SAINT-MICHEL
STOLE A LOAF OF BREAD AND THEY LOCKED HIM IN A PRISON CELL
RED AND BLACK FLAG, DO YOU HEAR THEM SING..
(hear ’em SINGIN’… hear ’em SINGIN’…)
And so on.