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Mixtape Monologue Monday – Radio Remix #1 – Enigma: “Sadeness, Part I”

So naughty …

Over the last year or two, I’ve started to take a look back at my old mixtapes, tapes on which I collected my favorite songs from the radio. While I had a giant hiatus in the middle to take care of a bunch of work and personal things, I am back on track, and … with this entry I conclude Radio Remix #1!

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George Michael’s Listen Without Prejudice, Volume 1 at 25: “Praying for Time”

Praying for Time

The first song on Listen Without Prejudice, Volume 1 was also George Michael’s first single in almost two years. He released the song in the UK in August of 1990, where it hit the top 10. It made its way to the US a bit later on,  spending ten weeks in the Billboard Top 40 and rising to #1 on the Hot 100 list on October 13. (Just to place this in true 1990s context, it was bookended at #1 by Maxi Priest and James Ingram.) Continue reading

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George Michael’s Listen Without Prejudice, Volume 1 at 25

Twenty-five years ago this past September 3, George Michael released his sophomore solo effort, Listen Without Prejudice, Volume 1.

And this People story is insufficient to my needs.

So, over the course of the next week or so, I’m going to be taking a track-by-track review of what I unabashedly call one of my desert island albums.

September 3, 1990

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Mixtape Monologue Monday – Radio Remix #1 – Robert Palmer: “Mercy, Mercy Me/I Want You”

Well.

It’s been a *long* hiatus. Last year was a little crazy. But, I’ve got my feet back underneath me, and I’m ready to wrap up the first of my old mixtapes.

So, without further ado, Robert Palmer.

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Mixtape Monologue Monday – Radio Remix #1 – UB40: “The Way You Do The Things You Do”

Making me feel alright since 1990.

UB40 first burst onto my radar in 1988 with their ubiquitous single “Red Red Wine.” Continue reading

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Mixtape Monologue Monday – Radio Remix #1: "I’m Sorry" and The Party,"That’s Why"

Well, it’s a Thanksgiving two-fer, but it’s also sort of a cop-out.

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Mixtape Monologue Monday – Radio Remix #1: Wilson Phillips, "You’re in Love"

Between 1990 and 1993, in those glorious days between pre-pubescence and the full onset of my infatuation with the grunge era (which, luckily for me, coincided with my transformation into a Consumer, babysitting money funneling happily away to Columbia House), I made a bunch of mixtapes. I did my homework on my bed, music blaring away on the radio-with-double-cassette-player next to me, anxiously awaiting my New Favorite Song – or just a song that sounded cool – to be played so I could record it.

These tapes are, in many ways, more symbolic of those years for me than any number of photo albums could be. I wore these tapes into the ground, constantly playing and replaying them. Each tape took on its own cumulative significance, the quirks of recording – a few seconds shaved off the beginning of a song when I didn’t hit ‘record’ fast enough, a few mumbled words from a radio DJ here or there, the beginning of the wrong song accidentally captured – creating a new 90-minute-long story, 45 minutes per side. I played those tapes even when the individual songs were no longer popular or were even laughable. It didn’t matter if I didn’t really care for song X anymore, because it belonged right where it was. It was part of the story. My story.

I played them at night to help me fall asleep. I played them at my father’s new house after my parents split up, because they reminded me of happier times and a happier me. I played them in college when I was homesick. I knew just what I had been reading or working on when I recorded each song – I knew I had been in my room, on my bed, with my books and my things around me. They grounded me. They took on a life outside the music. Even now, any of these songs might come on the radio and I know immediately which side of which tape they’re on, what songs they’re surrounded by, and I’m transported back to my room, back to my thirteen-year-old self.

So even if each song, nowadays, might be thought of as cheesy, or awesome, or reminiscent of particular styles of fashion or song production or consumerism – to me, they’ll always be just a bit more than that.

As an aside, I’ve mentioned I wasn’t allowed to listen to a lot of pop music growing up – my father, having been in his twenties throughout the 60s and having been brought up in a conservative, religious, southern household, stuck with country music and reviled pretty much all pop music created post-Elvis. My mother would put on the oldies station, as she had been quite a fan of the Beatles and, later on, of disco and dance music. The tensions between my parents musically were, in hindsight, rather reflective of the tensions between them in all other aspects of life.  By the time I was getting into fourth and fifth grades, and children begin to take notice of anything that makes them different (negatively) from the crowd, my absolute lack of knowledge of pop music had labeled me an outsider.  For my 10th birthday, I begged for my own radio/cassette player combo, which my grandmother bought for me – a light pink Sony, the same that every other little girl in my class had – and she asked me to pick out a tape that I might want. I picked Whitney Houston’s album Whitney! (featuring the smash hit “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”) – not because I liked her, not because I even knew who she was, but because it was listed as that week’s #1 seller in the store. I figured it must be something everyone liked, and therefore it was the only logical place to start learning about what all the cool people already knew. Thus began my intense study of pop music, because I knew I had a lot to catch up on if I were going to be treated as ‘normal’ by my peers in school. I like to think of this turn of events as my introduction to musicology – at the very least, it certainly explains the immense assortment of music trivia that I’ve collected over the years.

It’s interesting to me that the very first song on the tapes I called my “Radio Remixes” (I guess even then I had a penchant for alliteration) is not really that representative of what else found its way into my collection. Sure, Wilson Phillips were popular – you couldn’t hardly get away from them, especially when you had parents that had grown up with the Beach Boys or the Mamas and the Papas and considered their offspring to be the kind of clean-cut, morally upright women you’d want your young girls to look up to. I can very easily remember my father coming into my room to say goodnight and grimacing when he heard that I was playing pop, and not country, on my radio, but I don’t really remember him making any faces about Wilson Phillips. When they made guest appearances on the family-friendly sitcoms (Full House, anyone?), my parents didn’t moan and groan the way they did about, say, George Michael (whose ripped jeans and earrings sent them into frenzies of disgusted overprotectiveness).  They were Okay.

I certainly didn’t mind their music – it was catchy enough. I much preferred their more up-tempo singles, though, like “Hold On” and “Release Me.” I always gravitated toward music with good, close vocal harmonies, learning how to pick out the individual voice parts (especially the lowest ones) by ear and singing along with each in turn, and I can remember doing that with all of their songs. It didn’t really strike me until later that I was more used to doing that with male groups, and that I could actually sing along with all three of the vocal lines without any major strain. I guess, along with Motown, Phil Collins, and the soundtrack to Les Miserables, Wilson Phillips may have helped me pass ear-training in college. Who knew?

As a typical adolescent girl, I was occasionally moved to tears by a sappy love story or an overly romantic ballad, and I suppose that this song was no different, though I think that back in the day I didn’t really understand all the nuances. I knew it was about a girl whose ex-boyfriend was in love with another woman, and she’s – happy about it. But she’s still flabbergasted that he’s not coming back to her. Didn’t really understand it then, and little contradictions like that in lyrics have always irked me. While I certainly understand the gist of it more maturely now, the song still makes me feel a bit … ooky. I guess it’s the oversimplicity of the situation, but hey, a three-minute pop song isn’t required to represent every facet of human emotion, right?  Still, of all the songs I recorded on all ten of these Remixes, it’s one of my least favorite.

I know it was the first song I recorded, and I’d love for it to have some sort of deeper significance, but I can remember fast-forwarding through it even back in the day to get to the stuff I enjoyed a bit more – and yes, that included more Wilson Phillips. I still like the pretty-ness of some of the harmonies and vocal lines (all of which I can still sing), but the overly saccharine sentiment just sits less well than it ever did when I was younger.

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