To dull the stress of my work, I’ve taken to spending one day each weekend slowly BBQing a chunk of meat (usually pulled pork), reading a book and sipping the odd G&T. It’s the middle of winter, but seeing as this is South-East Queensland and I live on the edge of a rainforest, that just means that I’m wearing long sleeves and that there are fewer snakes around than normal. The only brown leaves in sight are on the Japanese Maple that hangs above the BBQ, a victim of my over-exuberant lighting technique.
My musical accompaniment for the last month, besides the bellbirds, whip birds and parrots, has been a playlist of classic period Stevie Wonder, and I think that Stevie and I have made a deep connection this year. The connection is strained, however, whenever he breaks into the Muppet Show voice he uses in the back half of Living for the City, and a couple of others. He’s trying to sound hard and gritty, but the result is pure Fozzie Bear. It punctures his lyrical intent immediately.
So this got me thinking about other bits in great songs that make me cringe. I’ve documented before on this site » Continue Reading.