Friday, February 18, 2011

Big Booties? Oh Yeah!

Attraction is a funny thing. Some people like blondes while others like brunettes, never mind the fiery wild cards known as redheads. But why? Well Timmy, it all stems from the basic principle of Sexual Dimorphism, or the physical differences between the male and females in a given species. Take, for example, the noble Peafowl. Peafowl are often mistakenly referred to as a Peacocks, which is actually the name for the male only while the female is dubbed the Peahen. This bird perfectly illustrates the scientific premise of sexual dimorphism.

Witness the glorious spectrum of colors exhibited in the plumage by only the male of the species. It looks like this for one reason and one reason only... and no, it's not to end up as a design staple for 1970's studio apartments. The reason in scientific terms is called procreation however, in romantical terms  its known as  doin' it.

Look at the male and the brilliant colors of his exquisite tail-feathers; Now look at the female as she dons a schlumpy sand colored number. Sexual Dimorphism rears it's slightly differing male and female heads  when peahens simply choose their peacocks based on how impressed they are with these tail-feathers. In the human species we have obviously spawned language and society among other intellectual discourses to deepen and complicate the mating process, but have we really evolved that much past looking at butts? Supposing we haven't, the only difference between us and the birds is that our roles are slightly reversed. Now I'm not calling myself a schlump, but I think many (including this facebook group) would agree that the females are the ones with the glorious tailfeathers.

You remember Lydia? Check out her newest, 
non-Butt-Touching endeavor, aroundthe.net

If you don't believe me, or obvious butt-loving royalty, Sir Mix-A-Lot, maybe you can be convinced by my man Mos Def and his hind-centric opus. Ms. Fat Booty has been adored by all races (especially White People) and females and males alike. I have personally seen this song played on the subway by my fellow straphangers on more occasions than I can count, and I'm sure that if you don't know this one already, you'll be buying it and playing it too.


Mos Def - Ms. Fat Booty

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Uh Oh

Wait, wait for the moment to come.
Stand up, stand up and take my hand.
Believe, believe in mystery
Love, love is simple as 1-2-3.
I'm a know-it-all, I'm the smartest man around,
That's right, you learn real fast
you the smartest girl in town, so:
Here come a riddle, here come a clue...
If you are really smart,
you'll know what to do...when I say:

Jump back, sit back, get back, relax...it's ok.
I called in sick, I won't go to work today.
I'd rather be with the one I love...
I neglect my duties...I'll be in trouble...but
I been to college, I been to school
I'm not the people
that read about in books...so:
Here come a riddle, here come a clue...
If you are really smart,
you'll know what to do (when I say)
Jet pilot gone out of control,
ship captain run aground,
Stockbroker make a bad investment,
when love has come to town.

Where, where is my common sense?
How did I get in a jam like this?
Believe, believe in mystery
Love, love is simple as 1-2-3.
Here come a riddle, here come a clue...
If you are really smart,
you'll know what to do (when I say)
Why am I going out of my head
whenever you're around?
The answer is obvious...
love has come to town.


Talking Heads - Uh Oh, Love Has Come To Town
(I'm posting two versions so you can see an super young David Byrne sing live while also sharing the steel drum solos featured on the record)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Love Kills

There's not much to mention about this song, except it's beautiful Afro-Lypso style get interrupted almost right away with a murderous threat. You'd think someone named Pepsi-Orlando would be a little more lyrically tame. Regardless, this gem reflects an extremely colorful musical period in Ghana's history that occurred during the 1960's. 
An interesting way to express one's love? 
I think so.

If you like what you hear, try to buy this unreal compilation of 1960's Ghana Music entitled Money No Be Sand. It actually took me years to find and since I was able to procure it a few months ago, It has garnered serious airplay in my personal collection.  

Pepsi-Orlando & His Young Star Band - I Love You

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Oingo Wrongo

Sometimes love is not always ok. I'm not sure what the intentions of Oingo Boingo's Danny Elfman were when he penned this ode to gross, but I wouldn't be surprised if he had some pretty nasty things on his computer. Up until today I had only listened to this song, but the audio alone made me fear for the young daughters of the 1980's. Seeing a performance set to the words makes me want to call the government. "Little Girls" are made up of all sorts of nice, magical, delicate things and it is perfectly fine to enjoy the precious beauty they contribute to this cold-cold world, but keep it together man. We have a wannabe Lewis Carol over here and it kind of calls the integrity of the entire excellent album into question. Experience the weirdness below, continue to experience it every time you hear the theme to the Simpsons.
gifs via  


Oingo Boingo - Little Girls

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

This year, instead of putting up a few sappy songs, or even "Songs To Bone To" like I did last year, I have decided to give this Valentine's space to alternative love songs. Now I don't just mean alternative as in gay or lesbian (although this will most likely be represented), but the true meaning of alternative, as in straight up different from the norm, or weird. Yes, we can all agree that the Fab Four's "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" is an extremely romantic song, as is anything by the Carpenters, Pretenders, Smokey Robinson, Bryan Adams, Celine Dion, Billy Joel or Savage Garden, but it takes a true wordsmith to express love without falling into the same-old  ruined clich├ęs. This week will celebrate those who went out on a limb, and whether it was successful or not, take the road less traveled, towards love.

Take today's song, specifically not only as a throwback to Rasta Mon-Days of old, but more importantly for it's slightly off putting hook. I have heard this song is actually written by the most famous reggae singer ever, Mr. Bob Marley, but this version is performed by Johnny Nash off my favorite soundtrack of all time (you should already know it's The Harder They Come). It begins with a soothing voice serenading you with high fructose lyrics but quickly slides into a chorus that repeats a very odd and fetishistic simile. I don't know what the 'it' is, that he's looking to have rubbed all over him, but I guarantee the next time you look at a jar of jelly... it will be way different. 

Come back all week for more Alternative Love Songs, here at
Every Day, Another Song.

Johnny Nash - Guava Jelly