{"id":5567,"date":"2020-12-12T12:12:00","date_gmt":"2020-12-12T17:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/?p=5567"},"modified":"2024-12-21T10:20:48","modified_gmt":"2024-12-21T15:20:48","slug":"concrete-blonde","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bandsiusetalike.com\/biul\/concrete-blonde\/","title":{"rendered":"Concrete Blonde"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I don’t really have to link the song, do I? We all know what I’m talking about!<\/em> It’s not like they had another Top 20 song!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The above comic strip is a reasonably accurate depiction of what it’s like being in my car. Poetic license is taken in that I would literally never turn on a car radio. There hasn’t been a decent station in Georgia for at least a decade. We used to have Grown Folks and Album 88. Now we have autotune, alarm-clock beats and never-ending leftist propaganda. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Joey<\/strong>” is the ninth track from\u00a0Concrete Blonde’s third and most successful album,\u00a0Bloodletting<\/em>. The song was released in 1990 and was written and sung by\u00a0Johnette Napolitano. Napolitano mentioned in her book\u00a0Rough Mix<\/em>\u00a0that the song was written about her relationship with\u00a0Marc Moreland\u00a0of the band\u00a0Wall of Voodoo, who would eventually die of kidney failure following a liver transplant. The song was written in a cab on the way to a photo studio in Philadelphia; it was the last vocal recorded on the album due to Napolitano’s reluctance to record the lyrics, which were hard for her to deal with.<\/p>\n–Wikipedius<\/a><\/em><\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

That’s some raw material, eh? Singers really went for broke in 1990. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ah crap it’s stuck in my head now. I tried. I seriously tried. Plus on top of it I’m visualizing a favorite musician’s losing battle with alcoholism. I need to go for a walk. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t really have anything else for this round (as evinced by the titular comic strip), so I’ll resort to what everybody else does* to farm content; eat junk food in front of a camera. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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