Sunday, February 17, 2008

CDLC: Steve Miller Band - Abracadabra

Someone played Steve Miller
Someone set some stuff on fire

The brilliance of Jonathan Coulton's song "The Town Crotch" begins with a perfect description of a kegger, right down to music being played. Let's face it, at some point in our lives, we've all been at a party where we've stopped what we're doing, raised our cups and yelled "Woo-woo!" at the appropriate moment in "The Joker."
And that was what Steve Miller did best, create background music for frat parties - and I don't mean that in a bad way. Like an episode of The King Of Queens, it's formulaic and edgeless, but also unpretentious and fun. Whenever you hear "Rock'n Me," "Take The Money And Run," or any one his hits, you can put away your troubles for a spell. I'd rather listen to those than nearly everything Brian Eno has ever produced.
But by 1982, he was six years behind his high point of Fly Like An Eagle. My guess is that he freaked out when his old buddy Boz Scaggs sold assloads of copies of Silk Degrees and never fully recovered. But it turns out he had one more giganto-hit in him, and those of us who remember it are still in therapy as a result. Here's "Abracadabra."








The intro sets the tone perfectly, with Miller's trademark plonky guitar tone above some then-modern synthesizer effects, as if to say, "Yeah, I'm flying like an eagle, but on a big ol' jet airliner."


I heat up, I cant cool down
You got me spinnin' around and 'round
'round and 'round and round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows

He's obviously so taken with this woman that Miller is referring to himself as "it." This is known as the Reverse Rickey Henderson.

Also. when the first verse repeats a word five times and you're not listening to Van Morrison's Astral Weeks, you're in trouble.

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame


It is at this point in the video that we are first introduced to the shirtless men in parachute pants.


That's right, we can blame MC Hammer on Steve Miller.


Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher


Everytime this verse gets played somewhere, Jimi Hendrix's "Fire" dies a little inside. But the song does transition nicely into the chorus.

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya


Now, I know it's got to be tough to come up with a rhyme for "Abracadabra," but come on? I challenge any man to use that as a pick-up line and see if he leaves the bar with his nuts intact. Any woman who could be seduced by a come-on like that probably didn't meet the IQ requirements for Season Two of "Rock Of Love with Bret Michaels."


Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra


Four lines in the chorus, three of which are the same. This challenges Paul McCartney's "My Love" for CdlC's "Laziest Chorus In A Number One Hit" award.

You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry


Again, Miller tries to connect with his past. I'm a joke, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker.


Also, there's the lack of parallel structure in the antonyms. "Laugh" and "cry" work properly, if simplistically, together, but "hot" and "sigh?" Besides, we already know he can't cool down because of the first friggin' verse, so at least he's got continuity going for him.


Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove


She challenged him to a duel?

I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress

OK, I have to confess that, growing up, I always thought the lyric said, "I feel magic when I touch your breast," which would had been so much cooler.

Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face

Settle down, Beavis.

I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs

Just in case you didn't get the hint that this song had a magic theme from the title, here are some reinforcements.

Just when I think Im gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin flame
Burnin flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Was this verse so deep that it needed to be repeated?

I heat up, I cant cool down
My situation goes round and round
(repeat and fade)

Just for the record, apart from the title and "situation", no word in this song has more than two syllables. Make of that what you will.



Friday, February 15, 2008

I've heard of serial killers before, but...

a serial caller??


"Because it's free"

"The caller responded to emergency operators with bodily noises, muttering and pressing beep tones"

Admit it, haven't you wanted to do this?

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

A lucky win, really...

...because when they first opened her cage, the bitch wouldn't come out!

Diva, I mean...

http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/02/11/patty.hearst.ap/index.html

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Lame Hits Of The 1970s

Go over to Power Pop, where Steve's Weekend Listomania compiles ten of the lamest hit singles of the 1970s. Many of these are already part of the CdlC collection, a handful I had forgetten about, and the others I've tried to purge from my thoughts.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

The latest reincarnation of 'Duck and Cover'

'Grab your pants and a shot of whiskey'

It has a certain ring to it, does it not?

A heartwarming story of a tornado (ter-nyder) survivor

A quote for our times: "I think God was holding my leg, beating my ass" which is
a modern manifestation of "“I am a vengeful God full of wrath”"

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

The best Presidential debate EVER!

Harry Shearer hosts a Silent Debate between McCain and Kucinich on his Own Damn Channel.