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A friend got me hooked on the Dresden Dolls’ “Coin-Operated Boy,” and about a month ago I finally bought _the Dresden Dolls_, the CD that song is featured on. Since I don’t like to listen to CDs from start to finish upon my first listen, I hit random on the CD player in my vehicle and listened to about 10 seconds of other songs before putting “Coin-Operated Boy” on repeat.
When I pulled into the driveway (“Coin-Operated Boy” playing for the umpteenth time), I took a moment to flip through the booklet that came with the CD. A Winona-Ryder-esque “Yesss!” spilled out when I saw the booklet included words.
As I turned over page after page of Weimar Germany inspired images, I came to a page covered with photo-copied images of the mid-1990s Jeep Cherokee. Hmmm, I thought, pondering the title “The Jeep Song.” I decided to have a listen and skipped forward to track 10. I read along as the song started. When Amanda Palmer sang the lines “But with every Jeep I see/ my broken heart still skips a beat/ I guess it’s just my stupid luck/ that all of Boston drives the same black fucking truck,” I dropped the booklet, gasped and clasped my hands to my mouth. No other song has EVER EVER in my entire life rang so very true for me. Ever since I moved to Raleigh last summer, I have seen red Jeep Cherokee after red Jeep Cherokee after red Jeep Cherokee (The number of them is insane,” sings Palmer; I concur). The song is about her seeing the vehicle (black Jeep Cherokee) of her ex everywhere she goes. Well, the “bully and the clown” (a line also from “The Jeep Song”) to whom the red Jeep Cherokee that I seem to constantly see is my ex-boyfriend. I could not believe it! Of all the ultra-duplicated cars in the whole wide world (Ford Escorts [even though they have been discontinued], gold Toyota Camerys [sorry Jennifer], and well, anything Honda), it is the Jeep Cherokee (the vehicle I dreaded seeing for months because it caused my stomach to drop every time I saw one that might be my ex’s) that the Dresden Dolls decided to write about.
At least I no longer want to chase and threaten him, like Alice did to Dana on _the L Word_ last season.
I’m sure someone else has probably MOGged about this, but here’s my tribute:
My older sister sent me a news article this morning about the passing of Tony Thompson, 31, from the 1990s R&B group Hi-Five. Apparently, Thompson, who was working on a solo album, died of a drug overdose. I remember when Hi-Five came on the scene with “I Like the Way (Kissing Game).” That song was the jam! My sisters, my cousin, and I loved Hi-Five even more when we found out the group was from Dallas, Texas (we grew up in North Houston). Hi-Five’s debut album, _Hi-Five_, which featured “I Like the Way” and “Can’t Wait Another Minute,” got so much play on a family trip to Las Vegas in the summer of 1991 that I’m pretty sure if they thought we wouldn’t have missed it, the adults would have mysteriously lost the tape in the Nevada desert. We used to tease my older sister that she and Tony Thompson were going to get married when they grew up because they were close in age, both lived in Texas, and had parents with the same first names (all very silly, I know, but so endearing in hindsight). Rest in Peace.
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Dudest That Sucks! Two Zep Drummers that have passed away...(great post thanks for it...) R.I.P. Tony Thompson
Kevin Michael is a new artist I think we’ll be hearing plenty of soon (hopefully, he can stay true to his neo-soul/hip-hop roots). The 22-year-old Philadelphia native is featured on the Roots’ Home Grown! and has a deal with Downtown Records (they produced Gnarles Barkley’s “St. Elsewhere” if that says anything about this kid’s potential). I first heard about him through the online grapevine. I liked what I heard, but not enough to investigate further. Then there was a blog (including video clips) about him on one of my favorite online clothing sites, karmaloop.com. I’ve been playing this song all day, so I figured I’d MOG about him. Enjoy. Peace, Hattie.
And yeah, you heard right. He said, “I’m stuck on the other side of the door/ She can’t hear me, she can’t feel me/Same thang like Demi Moore.”
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He seems like a cool artist. Nice song! Kudos to the cat beat boxin' and playin' the guitar!
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Okay...well, damn...now I wanna hear the song!
Yeah, I tried to upload it, but my work computer just froze up, so I had to post without it. Sorry, Troy.
Jeez, man. Now I have to get off my ass and find it for myself. :p