What a set of albums. I was lucky enough to see her at the Barbican in London last year - my, she’s still got it and then some.
Coincidentally her Instagram posted this today:
“The video for “Sharkey’s Day,” from Laurie’s 1984 album, ‘Mister Heartbreak,’ is now on YouTube via link in bio. She says: “A goofy song with lots of images from my dreams. I believe in dream language and like to picture the sun that looks like a big bald head rising up over the grocery store.””
“Paging Mr. Sharkey, white courtesy telephone please…”
I’m so sorry. Now I have the mental images of the first time I went to Billy Bob’s in Ft. Worth - Pac Man Fever was blasting on the PA. I think it might be stuck in my head now, too. Oh well, dislodges the song that’s been stuck in my head for a week:
My mom, though, had all their records and especially freaking loved Jackson Browne. I think because when I was born dad was in Vietnam and she was living with a friend in Woodlawn CA, and if you were a Californian in the early 1970’s you were required by state law to stan Jackson Browne and the Eagles.
Anyway I had to go in a Dollar General three days ago and (I bet you can tell where this is heading) guess what was playing on the damn speakers and now won’t leave me the fuck alone?
However, in honor of my mom - the most wonderful kind loving compassionate woman ever who died unexpectedly two years ago and I miss her zentangles in the mail and her voice on the phone - I’m linking to Jackson’s recording instead of, you know, the fucking one I keep hearing in my head.
I’ve got snippets from Muse’s Black Holes and Revelations jumping about in my head lately, but beside that, owing to my recent play of Thank Goodness You’re Here!, I’ve had the pleasure of this Yorkshire folk ditty echoing in my brain-case:
This song got into my head after seeing something about Debbie Harry’s first film role Union City (and not Union City Blue. Less familiar with the tune)
Clem Burke beats the drums like they owe him money.
