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“10:15 Saturday Night”–The Cure

Live At Praça da Apoteose, Rio de Janeiro, 26 de Janeiro de 1996

This has always been an incredibly cool song.  If any band captures my life through High School it has to be The Cure. This song shows every facet– the tension, desire, and immense boredom.

Watch these 3 videos as the song devolves from stadium rock into a bare boned, rage restrained, reggae infused punk groove.

1979 version does it for me. I love the minimalism, the clock ticking bass line, water dripping high hat, unmistakable skank guitar, and Robert Smith’s singular, pleading voice.

Live at the Nakano Sun Plaza in Tokyo October 17, 1984

09.09.1979 Rotterdam

10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap
Drips under the streetlight
And I’m sitting in a kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip

Waiting for the telephone to ring
And I wonder where she’s been
And I’m crying for yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip

10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap
Drips under the streetlight
And I’m sitting in a kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip, drip, drip, drip

The Cure – 10:15 Saturday Night (Robert Smith Home Demo 2/78)

“Mirror in the Bathroom” –The English Beat

The Beat – Mirror In The Bathroom, Rockpalast, 1980

This Ska gem written by The English Beat singer and guitarist Dave Wakeling reminds me of my youth in the late 80s of Philly. Hair pouring over the front of my face, short and jagged around the ears and back of head. Tight jeans and Chuck Taylors and some black or checkered button down shirt worn for the night out with my mates. Trying to run the streets like I had any idea what I was doing and like we wouldn’t end up home alone with a couple of crappy beers from the Greek take-out on Spruce that would serve us kids.

Then there was this song to Skank around the room to and it was all alright.

The English Beat on Dance Craze live show!!

Mirror in the bathroom
please talk free
The door is locked
just you and me.
Can I take you to a restaurant
that’s got glass tables
You can watch yourself
while you are eating.
Mirror in the bathroom
I just can’t stop it,
Every Saturday you see me
window shopping.
Find no interest in the
racks and shelves
Just a thousand reflections
of my own sweet self, self, self…
Mirror in the bathroom
You’re my mirror in the bathroom
You’re my mirror in the bathroom
You’re my mirror in the bathroom…
Mirror in the bathroom
recompense
For all my crimes
of self defense.
Cures you whisper
make no sense
Drift gently into
mental illness.
Mirror in the bathroom
please talk free
The door is locked
just you and me.
Can I take you to a restaurant
that’s got glass tables
You can watch yourself
while you are eating.
Mirror in the bathroom
Mirror in the bathroom…

The official video

Fifi from the Sinkhole Album and the SLC Punk Film

“Precious”–The Pretenders

A more recent performance by the Pretenders

This is a poetic, lyrical, stylized and rocking as sh*t performance. No one sounds like Chrissie Hynde and her Pretenders. They are cool, criminal, and original. This and the “Middle of the Road” have that hot ass punk talking blues feel.  I had a hard time picking my first post from this band. There will be more.

The Pretenders Rockpalast 1981

I like the way you cross the street ’cause your precious
Moving through the Cleveland heat how precious
Taking rides and all the kicks was so precious
But you know I was shittin’ bricks ’cause I’m precious
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

East 55th and Euclid avenue was real precious
Hotel sterling coming into view how precious
It’s a pity that you bruised my hip ’cause I’m precious
You shouldn’t let your manners slip you’re too precious
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

We went around and round and round and round and round the
Shoreway
We was a duet duet duet duet do it on the pavement
Oh maybe maybe I’m gonna have a baby
We was a duet oh we do it all night

I was feeling kind of ethereal ’cause I’m precious
I had my eye on your Imperial you’re so precious
Now Howard the Duck and Mr Stress both stayed
Trapped in a world that they never made
But not me baby I’m too precious I had to fuck off
Made me wanna, made me wanna, you made me make it
Oh, you’re so mean

Pretenders – Precious (Induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame)

It’s hard to find a decent cover of this one, but this one is largely authentic rock and roll.

The Lovers – Precious (1980)

“Black Hole Sun”–Soundgarden

Soundgarden Live 1996

The Great orginal Music video by Soundgarden for A&M Records

This Chris Cornell composition was released in 1994 as the third single from the band’s fourth studio album Superunknown . I was not deep into the grunge scene. I really liked punk, classic rock, jazz, and reggae at the time, but something about this song seemed epic. It was like a modern day version of the Yes’s, Roundabout, a pop and rock song perfectly balanced and with a hook that drilled deep into my head.

Revisiting the song the lyric and performance reminds me of a prayer for the apocalypse.

Chris Cornell Solo

In my eyes,
Indisposed,
In disguise
As no one knows.
Hides the face,
Lies the snake,
And the sun
In my disgrace.
Boiling heat,
Summer stench.
‘Neath the black
The sky looks dead.
Call my name
Through the cream,
And I’ll hear you
Scream again.

Black hole sun,
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun,
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come?

Black Hole Sun by Chris Cornell of Soundgarden – Live Earth 2007

Peter Frampton