goo goo g’joob
It might likewise deserve our most serious Consideration, how far, in a well-regulated city, those Humourists are to be tolerated who not contented with the traditional Cries of their Fore-fathers, have invented particular Songs and Tunes of their own: Such was, not many Years since, the Pastry-man, commonly known by the name of Colly-Molly-Puff, and such as is this Day the Vender of Powder and Washballs, who, if I am rightly informed, goes under the Name of Powder-Watt.
I must not here omit one particular Absurdity which runs through this whole vociferous Generation, and which renders their Cries very often not only incommodious, but altogether useless to the Publick. I mean that idle Accomplishment which they all of them aim at, of Crying so not to be understood.
Joseph Addison, Spectator #251
I am the eggman, indeed. This puts a new twist on the DIY “start your own band” thing. Though, perhaps, as Addison suggests and REM affirmed, there is something to be said for enunciating clearly to garner the big hit.
It’s incredibly difficult not to join in the conversation regarding Jim Hart’s best albums of the 80s. I’m trying to get my focus back. But I was positively amazed to see Let’s Active and a number of the more obscure choices on his list. However, I certainly miss the presence of The Minutemen, and would have chosen Zen Arcade over New Day Rising to represent Husker Du. No Meat Puppets either . . . such a shame. But at least Days of Wine and Roses made it. Far too many REM albums for my taste as well. Hmm, I’ve got this strange urge to revisit Wall of Voodoo’s Call of the West now that I’ve removed the huge stack of CDs from the top of my turntable.
One of these days, I may just have to write more about music, but for now, I’m still contemplating the idea of a pastryman named Colly-Molly-Puff, and wondering if I need some powder and washballs.
I must also extract my head from it’s usual location to wish Shauny a happy birthday.
