I heard Don't Touch My Bikini for the first time today, despite its having been around for fifteen years. As soon as it started I thought, "That's today's song!" If you've been similarly out of the loop, let me want you that, whether or not you enjoy seeing females in bikinis, The Halo Benders is not comprised of a bunch of women. That just makes the song all the better, to me. Let me know what you think.
I finally gave in and picked up "Suitcase" from Keb' Mo'. I knew I was going to buy it eventually, because I love his music, but it's been pretty low on the priority list for me. I've had new music coming out of my ears, and that's all to the good as far as I'm concerned. Yesterday, I finally picked it up while killing time at a big-box department store. What can I say, except that it's classic Keb' Mo'? Life Is Beautiful and Still There for Me are beautiful, Remain Silent has some real "ouch" moments, and I'll Be Your Water moves you and still makes you tap your toes.
My favorite song on the album, though, has to be Whole 'Notha Thang, spelling issues aside. It reminds me of Taj Mahal (particularly Ain't Nobody's Business mixed with the recently-posted Big-Legged Mamas Are Back in Style Again). It's a bit naughtier than most of Mr. Moore's other music, excepting You Can Love Yourself, which is more silly that risque. I'd like to see this side of Keb' Mo', in truth, he does it so well.
My favorite song on the album, though, has to be Whole 'Notha Thang, spelling issues aside. It reminds me of Taj Mahal (particularly Ain't Nobody's Business mixed with the recently-posted Big-Legged Mamas Are Back in Style Again). It's a bit naughtier than most of Mr. Moore's other music, excepting You Can Love Yourself, which is more silly that risque. I'd like to see this side of Keb' Mo', in truth, he does it so well.
I can't help it, Cowboy Ska gives me the giggles every time. I think it's rhyming chores with horse that gets me. I'll have something a little more substantial for you all tomorrow, but for now, have a good time with this dance tune that isn't ska, except for when it is.
I share a certain twistedness to my sense of humor with the folks of Cake. As a case in point, consider Sheep Go to Heaven. It's one of their more musical songs, more singing than speaking (although none of their tunes requires perfect pitch by any means). The song could just as well be called The Grasshopper Responds to the Ant, considering the theme. If you take nothing else from the song, take the puzzle of why they claim that "sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell" and what the heck a gravedigger is doing with those forceps.
While Sir Mixalot was touting the joys of much back, Taj Mahal was signing his own ode to the big booty, in a bluesier but still rollicking style designed to get you jumping, regardless of the amount of your own endowment. Kids, this one's not really for you, although there isn't anything too explicit herein. The subject matter is for grown-ups, though. My particular favorite part? It could be the WD-40 reference, but shortly thereafter Taj calls for "hammer time", introducing a piano hammmering. I'm pretty certain he's not about to do the "Hammer Dance", but you just never know with people. Whatever the case, enjoy this gun tune and let me know whether you think Sir Mixalot did a better job convincing you that a big behind is beautiful.
