Well here we are, September already, back to school, darker evenings and all that. Still plenty to look forward to, and we start with this week’s earworms, which have a slightly French flavour. Thanks to all contributors, and please keep the earworms coming in to firstname.lastname@example.org.
The Sundays – Summertime – CaroleBristol: So, summer is coming to an end for another year. I turned the calendar over a page and weirdly it made me think of this song, which I’ve not played in years. I’m left wishing I’d thought of it back in June. Perfect summery pop from the late, lamented Sundays.
Sandy Denny –Écoute Écoute – severin: From her 1972 release, “Sandy” which I bought in 2006. A bit late but I got there in the end. I do like it when she sings in French.
Christine & The Queens – Christine – tincanman: Irresistible French technopop that has resurfaced for some reason. I thought the chorus was about not jumping by the pool, but she (Héloïse Letissier) is singing in French that (according to google translate) she doesn’t much like Heaven because it’s nonsense and so is sorry she began her book at the end. (I think meaning spoils pop songs anyway).
Alain Stivell – Suite Irelandaise – AliM: Alain Stivell is a Breton and Celtic musician and master of the Celtic harp, which he helped to revive. He was the precursor of Celtic rock. This is from his beautiful 1970 album, “Reflets”.
George Benson – White Rabbit/California Dreamin’ – Ravi Raman: Jazz Legends: Guitars is a super album with originals and covers from a large number of artists. Here it is George Benson.
The Mighty Diamonds – Pass The Kutchie – goneforeign: The kutchie is obviously the bong, though that word wasn’t much used in Ja. It was released in 1981 on their album ‘Changes’, the beautiful album cover was by my friend and fellow DJ Donna, that was about the time I started shooting for the Diamonds.
James McMurtry – We Can’t Make It Here- tincanman: Pretty good throwback protest song in the vein of Country Joe, Stephen Stills, et al. The laconic voice takes the sting out of his words – for a while; after a minute or so I found myself getting pissed off myself. Not that anyone will listen.