pure science with a splash of black cat

Meat Loaf - “You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night)”
from Bat Out of Hell

It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning
There was fog crawling over the sand
When I listen to your heart, I hear the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars falling through your trembling hands

The introduction ALWAYS makes me laugh. I should be over it by now, but I totally am not.

The Sugarhill Gang - “Rapper’s Delight”
from Sugarhill Gang

Does anyone else know this entire song by heart?

Steely Dan - “Daddy Don’t Live in That New York City No More”
from Katy Lied

I’ve been listening to this a lot. I’m not sure why. Probably because I’m becoming Can’t Buy a Thrill levels of obsessed with Katy Lied.

Driving like a fool out to Hackensack
Drinking his dinner from a paper sack
He says I gotta see a joker
And I’ll be right back

Previously: Bodhisattva / Deacon Blues / Midnight Cruiser / Everyone’s Gone to the Movies / Brooklyn (Owes the Charmer Under Me) / Almost Gothic

The Fabulous Thunderbirds - “Wrap It Up”
from Tuff Enuff

I actually love The Fabulous Thunderbirds and Jimmie Vaughan, but I always kind of shake my head when I watch this music video (or “Tuff Enuff” for that matter). So painfully ’80s, and it doesn’t look like the song, if that makes any sense.

Fatboy Slim - “Weapon of Choice”
from Halfway Between the Gutter and the Stars

Nothing is beneath Christopher Walken. Remember that, kids.

Normand Baron - “Le blues des glorieux”

Olivia and I are talking about guilty pleasure music and she mentioned some music in other languages. I listen to a lot of Latin rock and pop, but it’s not a guilty pleasure. No. This is a guilty pleasure. And the little image preview probably tells you why.

Billy Ocean - “Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car”
from Tear Down These Walls

I’m bored and home from school, so I’m music-spamming y’all today. It doesn’t matter how good or bad the song is — if I feel compelled to inflict it on everyone, I shall do so.

First up: one of my favorite horrible ’80s songs. And it has something that the other horrible ’80s songs don’t have. That thing is a saxophone-playing duck.