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“Some Like it Hot” is a song I like that I lost track of. For some reason, I stopped listening to it. I have a habit of listening to a song I like until I am sick of it and then stop listening to it again for a very long time. I think this is what happened here because I certainly enjoyed listening to it again when I stumbled across it the other day.

The only thing I have a quibble about is some rather inane and juvenile lyrics which I find easy to forgive for the following reasons:

  1. The drums. There is some pretty intense and powerful drum playing – particularly at the beginning of the song. A solo drum start which gives the song a primal sound that brought me into the song and continues to pound throughout the song.
  2. Robert Palmer. I have to confess I have very few star crushes but Robert Palmer is one of them. His voice has a sexy pitch that it is difficult to define — masculine and playful — not exactly the words I am looking for but as close as I can get right now. He means to seduce you but he is also assuring you that it will be a lot of fun all the same. It’s weird. It could just be an irrational response to a man who gets my pheromones going. Whatever the explanation, I like Robert Palmer.
  3. Brass. I like horns in a band. Except for the tuba, brass instruments are easy to carry. A small band could certainly throw in a trumpet into the trunk of a car as easily as a guitar case so its absence in rock bands is a mystery to me. In this song’s case, the brass adds powerfully to the sexiness of the sound.
  4. It is entertaining which I think all any piece of art has to do. I enjoyed listening to it.

Here is a link if you want to give it a try. Some like it hot, I know I do. Sorry, I couldn’t resist.

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“Architect” from Frighten Rabbit and Manchester Orchestra is my favorite depressing song right now. You know the song. The one you play when you are feeling blue and listening to this song connects somehow with your sadness and maybe if you play it, your sadness will quickly be purged and you get back to normal. And it usually does the trick better than a therapy session with a psychiatrist. You know the song. Well, this is my quick fix depressing song right now.

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When I listen to a song, I create a movie about the song. The song creates images when I listen to it and these images carry on through out the song. Once I have these images, my tendency is to have the same images the next time I listen to the song. Different images may evolve over the years if I listen to a song for a long time but usually fixed images based on my first listening take over and see the same images.

Recently this has become a problem as I am learning that my understanding of words can be wrong. Last year I learned that I misunderstood a line from Joni Mitchell’s song California. I thought Sunset Pig was an animal unique to California. She is actually using a term that people in the 1960’s used when referring to cops.

For almost 40 years, I took a different meaning from the song which is OK. I mean it is the audience’s song once the singer stops singing. But learning this changed the meaning of the song for me and I can’t get back my original understanding. It is a less sweet image. Thinking about Joni trying to kiss a cute little pig who is trying to wiggle free of her embrace is kind of sweet while thinking of a policeman on Sunset Boulevard that she derogatorily calls a policeman isn’t. It doesn’t amuse me any longer. It changed my experience with the song.

This brings me to Procol Harum’s “A Whiter Shade of Pale. “ The song is an enigma and people debate what it actually means and often are wrong. Keith Reid, the writer of the song, wasn’t referring to Chaucer when he wrote the line about the Miller telling his tale even though most critics think that is what he is referring to. So trying to understand what the song actually means is probably a losing battle. It isn’t meant to be understood in a straight forward manner in the first place. Still, one line now bothers me because I realized something about the song writer. The line is:

And would not let her be/One of sixteen vestal virgins/Who were leaving for the coast

I have assumed for years that the coast meant California until I realized that Reid was British. Does “the coast” mean something different for somebody from Britain. I could only find definitions that meant California although one person defined “the coast” as the whole American Pacific Coast. But mostly when people use the phrase “the coast,” they meant California.

As far as I could learn, British people mean California as well. But it has begun to bother me because why would a British person getting on a plane and saying they were leaving for “the coast” mean California. California is pretty far away and “the coast” is pretty vague. I would think any British person leaving for California would actually say California.

But I do think it would be important to know what Reid actually means here because it changes my understanding of the song. If a British person is taking a plane to Blackpool instead of to California “the coast” means something different. For the time being, I am sticking with California unless someone can give me a reason to think differently. Let me know.