Showing posts with label Happy Birthday to You. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happy Birthday to You. Show all posts

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Newsflash!: LET Birthday Contest!

As some of you know, on the first of this year we celebrated birthday number 3. We're getting old! But we like to think we still look pretty good for our age. Anyway, digressions aside, Chris and I kinda felt like celebrating. And part of this celebration, dear friends, is for you. Yes you. We're offering one lucky, lucky son of a gun the chance to win a nice little bundle of musical goodies from your favorite DC bloggers.

What does that mean, exactly? Well, basically, friends, you could win a tidy little stack of grrrrrrreat CDs, including some that you'll see in my favorite records of the year, as well as some other fun stuff like band stickers and other little surprises. We like you so very much, we just can't not do this contest. To enter, simply email us and tell us why you love us. Hey, we're as narcissistic as the next guy, and we like heaps of praise. It can't be helped.

Details: Contest is open to anyone and everyone. If we like what you have to say the best, we'll ship your goodies just about anywhere. So make it good. Let's say we'll stop accepting entries on the 1st of February. That gives you plenty of time to come up with great reasons why you love and adore us. So Happy Birthday to us, and happy contesting to you! Good luck!

mp3: Subliminal Message (Happy Birthday from Happy Birthday)

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Happy Birthday, Keith

Ok, this blessed event was actually yesterday, but y'all know I couldn't let this here birthday go by without wishing the birthday boy well.

Mister Keith Richards belongs to the best rock&roll band that ever will be. He'll probably go down as one of the finest guitarists that ever have shredded, to boot. As he should. His lifestyle is unmatchable, the stuff of rock&roll legend. Richards is truly in a class of his own, a giant among boys. He also composed, too, for the excellent Aranbee Pop Symphony Orchestra. And to him I say, Happy Fucking Birthday, sir.

mp3: Happy (The Rolling Stones from Exile On Main Street) (thanks to the most excellent Giant Panther for the tune)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Happy Birthday, Frank

Few people could, or could ever hope to, croon like Ole Blue Eyes, Frank Sinatra.

To paraphrase The Big Lebowski, he was definitely a man for his time and place, so much does he idealize and typify gentlemen of a certain era. He was the penultimate Guy's Guy, while also managing to be the penultimate Ladies' Man. Those suits, those moves, those drinks, those women...Sinatra, one could argue, had it all and then some during his lifetime.

Personally, I like him best during those wild and crazy Rat Pack years. When Vegas was a glamourous, sizzling hot place to be for reasons other than the weather. When showgirls were classy (ish) and you had to wear a suit to dinner. So raise a martini to one of the finest voices that ever did sing, Mister Frank Sinatra.

mp3: The Christmas Waltz (Frank Sinatra from The Frank Sinatra Christmas Collection) (song from the excellent A Free Man)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Happy Birthday, Leonard

There are few people in life who have true Voices. When they sing, they don't merely sing. Something happens when they open their mouths, not just song but experience. There will be those who say that Ole Blue Eyes had one great Voice (personally, I prefer Dino). Some might say Janis was one such Voice. For me, it's Mick Jagger. Well, and this man. Where Mick is the sound of hot, unadulterated sex, Leonard Cohen is the other end of the spectrum, the sound of pure, blissful, agony. His songs can pull you apart, so painfully honest and bare as they are. His are songs of Blake-ian innocence and experience, wry and world-weary, and yet effortlessly and unendingly beautiful. Many of them can and frequently do make me cry.

It just so happens to be the birthday of Mister Cohen. So sit yourself in a dimly-lit corner, pop open a bottle of your finest red, and take comfort in his woebegone splendor.

mp3: Famous Blue Raincoat (Leonard Cohen from Songs Of Love And Hate)

Happy Birthday, Liam

So, back in the mid-90s, I wanted nothing more in life than to become Mrs. Liam Gallagher (don't judge). To me, there was no boy cuter than Our Kid, that brashest of swaggers blowing all other teenage crushes to smithereens. Not to mention those cheekbones! Those chops! No wonder I didn't like many dudes at my high school, I was too busy swooning over the musicians at such a tender age. But really, in 1996, was there any hotter frontman? Any saucier tambourine shaker? I think not.

And so it is that today, with all those old tender feelings in mind, I'd like to extend a warm birthday snog to Mister Liam Gallagher. Word on the street is that he's working on getting a new band together, in the wake of the latest (and perhaps final?) demise of Oasis. If so, well, best of luck. But for memories' sake, here's a little Oasis for all of my fellow Liam-ites.

mp3: Wonderwall (Oasis from (What's The Story) Morning Glory?)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Happy Birthday, Kenny

When I think of Kenny Rogers, there are a few things that spring instantly to mind. The first, of course, being his luxurious, snowy white coif and equally awesome beard. Next, naturally, is the line, "you gotta know when to hold 'em/know when to fold 'em/know when to walk away/and know when to run," from "The Gambler". Butterfly collars are the final image in my mind when I call up mental images of Kenny. Oh, and those of us that are fans of The Big Lebowski, well, there's a dream sequence involving a Valkyrie, a mile high rack of bowling shoes, and a cracked-out Busby Berkeley-esque gaggle of bowling pin headdress clad ladies soundtracked by an unexpectedly trippy Kenny & The First Edition song. Oh yeah, and then there's Men Who Look Like Kenny Rogers...

And why am I rambling about Kenny Rogers, you might be wondering? Well friends, it's the man, the myth, the legend's birthday, that's why. I'll be throwing some Kenny on the turntable later, you just wait. I hope you'll join me in wishing all the best to the one, the only, Mister Kenny Rogers.

mp3: Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In) (Kenny Rogers & The First Edition from The Big Lebowski OST)

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Happy Birthday, Andy

Well kiddos, yours truly is pretty crankypants this morning. I'd like to once again reiterate that if you are a band/label/PR person who does not like us having a song of yours on our site, PLEASE EMAIL US TO REMOVE IT. Nobody wins when you don't go to us first, and it only makes us very unhappy to get grumpy notices from our hosting site and makes us not want to write things anymore. So then, let's all be nice to one another in future, shall we?

Stepping off my soapbox, it's time to wish a very Happy Birthday to the spirit of one of pop culture's most important and iconic figures. His birthday was actually yesterday, but I'm pretty sure Andy Warhol would be ok with my being late to the party. Warhol's shadow still looms large to this day, and I can tell you I just about got goosebumps standing in the presence of his Three Elvises at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts last weekend. Not only powerful as an artist, Warhol was powerful in life. Love him or hate him, he still stands as one of the biggest personalities this country has ever produced. And hey, I'm sure many of us sure do love the band he spent a lot of time with over the years. So to celebrate Andy, here's a little Velvet Underground to start off your day.

mp3: There She Goes Again (The Velvet Underground from The Velvet Underground & Nico)

Monday, July 26, 2010

Happy Birthday, Mick

Y’all know this already, but perhaps it bears repeating that I love The Rolling Stones. Love above just about all else. To me, it doesn’t get much better than Mick & Keith, and that blanket statement applies to many things (voracious appetites for the rock lifestyle, affinity for skinny pants, unbeatable songcraft, etc.). And as such, I certainly couldn’t let the birthday of the leader of my beloved band of legends pass by unheralded.

Yes, little lads and ladettes, today is the birthday of Mister Mick Jagger, otherwise known as The Voice (or The Lips). When it comes to frontmen, there is none better than this man. Nor, possibly, will there be better. Those pouty lips, those undulating hips…his primal persona behind the mic (and probably behind closed doors, too) means that the man is and forever shall be walking sex. And let’s face it. In the realms of rock, that’s exactly how it should be.

A very hearty, lusty, and enthusiastic birthday to Mick.

mp3: Dead Flowers (Townes Van Zandt from the Big Lebowski Soundtrack)

mp3: I'm A King Bee (The Rolling Stones from England's Newest Hitmakers)

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Happy Birthday, Screamin’ Jay

Creepy. Kooky. Mysterious. And yes, perhaps even a little spooky. No, I’m not talking about the family Addams. I’m talking about the one, the only, the cat with a slight case of the crazies: Screamin’ Jay Hawkins. The music world has never had a shortage of characters, and Screamin’ Jay still stands as one of the biggest, baddest characters the industry has ever seen. And we sure do love that here at Les Enfants Terribles!

To start with, the man had enough kids to start his own child army. He wrote a song about constipation. And standing as perhaps the crown of his eccentricities, the man had a skull that he named Henry. For all his, er, quirks, Screamin’ Jay should probably be better known for that voice of his. The impetuous, lively, gorgeous, theatrical voice that you hear in all of his songs, but perhaps most notably in the song you’ll find below.

So put on your satin cape, grab a hold of that skull you hold dear, and throw on some Screamin’ Jay today in celebration of this legend. Happy Birthday, Mr. Hawkins.

mp3: I Put A Spell On You (Screamin’ Jay Hawkins from I Put A Spell On You)

mp3: I Put A Spell On You (Nina Simone from I Put A Spell On You)

mp3: I Put A Spell On You (Creedence Clearwater Revival from Chronicle)

Friday, July 9, 2010

Happy Birthday, Jack

Gather round, wee lads and lassies. I can still remember it so very well. There I was, living (and occasionally living it up) in bonnie Scotland, many years ago, when I heard of some new American bands. These bands were causing quite a kerfuffle among the British contingent, and it's still entirely possible they were more popular, as are many a good band over the years, in the UK than in their homeland.

The bands in question? That would be the ones usually given credit for popularizing the "The" movement in band naming: The Strokes, and this birthday boy's band, The White Stripes. I instantly loved them both, and found something ever so fascinating about a red-and-white-clad duo who got their jollies keeping the music press guessing about whether they were siblings or ex-lovers. Ever the oddball, Jack White has managed to create many an album of good old, dirty bluesy rock. And while he's a pretty big name now, what with all those other bands and movies and whatnot, let's all pause to remember the olden days, the days of the red and the white and the way those two Whites crashed the scene like nobody's business.

So then, Happy Birthday, indeed, Jack White.

mp3: Hello Operator (The White Stripes from De Stijl)

Monday, June 21, 2010

Happy Birthday, Ray

Where o where would we be without Ray Davies? Without him, there would be no Village Green Preservation Society, no Muswell Hillbillies, no Lola…there would be entirely less biting musical social commentary from Engerland, and that would be an utter and total shame.

From the early days of The Kinks, Davies had that band doing very, very special things indeed. You can bet your sweet bippy that there’s thousands of young musician pups who wish they were Ray Davies at any given moment. Hell, as I sit here listening to “All Day and All of The Night”, even I wanna be Ray. He’s one heck of a songwriter, that Davies, and his voice ain’t too shabby, either.

So many happy returns to Mister Ray Davies, CBE!

mp3: Lola (The Kinks from Lola Versus The Powerman & The Money-Go-Round Pt. 1)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Happy Birthday To Me: The Best Damn 1979 Mix Of The Day

Well, my little lovvies, yours truly is another year older (though definitely, positively, without question none the wiser) as of the wee small hours of today. I’ve got no bones about admitting when I was born, partially because I look young (or so people tell me, and they can’t all be lying) and partially because with age (supposedly) comes a certain modicum of wisdom (though, as I said above, I don’t feel all that wise), of being above being concerned about one’s age. Now, when the carding stops, then perhaps I’ll start celebrating the same birthday year after year. But for now, well, I’m in my Terrible 30s. And I’m rather happy to have made it this far.

But I’m not the only one, oh no. There were some monumentally good records born along with me in 1979, and I’d like to celebrate them today. Here’s my favorite song from some of the most noteworthy of 1979 releases. We’re not getting older, just better.

mp3: Rock Lobster (The B-52s from The B-52s)

mp3: Disorder (Joy Division from Unknown Pleasures)

mp3: Metal (Gary Numan from The Pleasure Principle)

mp3: Damaged Goods (Gang of Four from Entertainment!)

mp3: Get Over You (The Undertones from The Undertones)

mp3: Wrong ‘Em Boyo (The Clash from London Calling)

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Happy Birthday, Nancy

Her boots were, and will forever be made for walkin'. Today marks the birth of one of the most famous of celebrity spawn who actually made a name for themselves, Miss Nancy Sinatra. I for one love her style and that super thick eyeliner (don't knock it til you try it), and of course, her footwear. But there's definitely more to appreciate about the apple of Ole Blue Eye's baby blues than just her affinity for fashion.

Nancy is known best among hipsters for her superb collaborations with the incomparable Lee Hazlewood, who was the yin to her yang in terms of creating a knockout song. Not only did they work well together on songs, but Hazlewood also produced Nancy's slightly eyebrow-raising duet with her Pops, "Somethin' Stupid".

Nancy's sultry sass and Lee's earthy gravel tones worked like a charm together. I know Johnny & June first did "Jackson", but I must confess I like the Nancy & Lee rendition even better. Sorry, purists. And so, friends, put on those boots, drink a glass of summer wine, and think a thought of Nancy (& Lee) on this glorious, velvet morning.

mp3: Jackson (Nancy Sinatra from Country, My Way)

Friday, May 28, 2010

Happy Birthday, John

Now this, this is a birthday I can totally get behind. Mister John Fogerty has given the world so much good music, primarily while running things with Creedence. He's so good at the craft of songwriting that it's scary.

Those CCR songs of his are so darned great that I can even forgive him for those couple of baseball-related songs he inflicted on us all in the 80s (I can't even bear to name them).

Faux pas aside, (and really, it's not like he was alone in 80s faux pas-ing, the entirety of the 80s was one big faux pas for people like Rod Stewart) Fogerty is an absolute legend. When I was a young girl, I thought he was as Southern as they come, realizing later that this bayou boy was really from California. He even did well in covers, both the covering of good songs and being covered himself. After all, just think of how spectacular the CCR cover of "I Put A Spell On You" is, not to mention the Ike & Tina cover of "Proud Mary". Fogerty knew what was up, friends.

So put on your copy of The Big Lebowski, pour yourself a cold one, and remember the unrivaled radness of Fogerty in the glory days. Because for a while there, it sure was glorious.

mp3: Penthouse Pauper (Creedence Clearwater Revival from Bayou Country)

Monday, May 24, 2010

Happy Birthday, Bob

Hard to believe it's time once again to wish a Happy Birthday (69, if you're keeping track) to a legendary fellow Gemini, Bob Dylan. Geminis do it better, it's official. I started celebrating last month, when the two-disc biographical flick "No Direction Home" found its way off my Netflix queue and into my mailbox. I verily enjoyed the insights into Dylan's childhood and early years, and found myself able to relate to his thoughts on college ("I didn't go to classes. I just didn't feel like it."). Though, I suspect he missed a whole lot more class than yours truly. And he's probably just a wee bit more gifted. But I digress.

Dylan will, most likely, be looked to for inspiration and revered for years and years and years to come, and rightly so. While initially a Woody Guthrie fanboy, he turned into one of the best lyricists musicdom has ever seen, and is likely to see. He blew typical songs to smithereens, and I think you'll agree that his style was a welcome change. So here's my probable favorite Dylan song, as a little gift from me to you, in honor of the birthday boy.

mp3: Isis (Bob Dylan from Desire)

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Happy Birthday, Morrissey

He’s the crush of many an indie girl and boy the world over. In fact, a good percentage of my friends (and of course myself) all had crushes on this magnetic, moody bastard at some point during our formative music years. It’s something about that expertly coiffed hair, the doleful, heartbreaking lyrics, and that rather good-looking face…he’s a brooding, soulful, miseryguts. And he’s totally irresistible. His skill at moping and being miserable has certainly set him apart from the rest, and his songs have been the soundtrack to our sadness for many a long year. He has made a career out of being sad, and he's definitely got a knack for it.

So then, let’s all tip our caps to the one and only Mopefather. Because be it with The Smiths or on his own, nobody does it quite like Morrissey.

mp3: I Started Something I Couldn’t Finish (The Smiths from Strangeways, Here We Come)

Monday, May 17, 2010

Happy Birthday, Trent

Y’all know I couldn’t let this birthday go unnoticed. After all, the birthday boy in question is the reigning two-time Stone Coldest Fox, as ordained by LET (and let’s face it, he’ll probably be a three-timer by the time the end of 2010 rolls around). He’s also a damn fine musician, as the legions and hordes of Nine Inch Nails fans will attest to. And while NIN is currently on an indefinite hiatus, that hasn’t stopped this guy from keepin’ on keepin’ on (check out How To Destroy Angels to get more Trentness).

And so, it’s time to break out your favorite Nine Inch Nails record (may I suggest perhaps The Downward Spiral?), have a glass of whatever tickles your fancy, and join me in a rollicking birthday toast to the man, the myth, the fox: Trent Reznor.

mp3: Discipline (Nine Inch Nails from The Slip)

Friday, April 16, 2010

Happy Birthday, Dusty

We all know her voice, that slow burning, naughty but nice smoky sound (perhaps the perfect example of this being the classic “Son Of a Preacher Man”). Dusty Springfield was, in my mind, one of the most gifted vocalists of the 20th century. Listen to Dusty In Memphis and just try to disagree with me. Few people can match her voice, which echoed with not just the sentiment of the song she might have been singing, but with a deeper, constant touch of sorrow. Frequently, in song as well as life, she seemed to be the woman done wrong. And nearly always, she reached the realms of the magnificent with that voice of hers.

In a time when a whole bunch of people didn’t even think about singing songs they had written, Dusty made every song that came her way sound like it was hers and hers alone. With that kinda voice, it was easy to stake claim on just about anything. And so, please take a moment to remember that heavenly, heartbreaking voice, and the woman behind it.

Happy Birthday, Dusty.

mp3: Just One Smile (Dusty Springfield from Dusty In Memphis)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Happy Birthday, William

William Shatner. He's an icon for his portrayal of the fearless leader of the Starship Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk. Who doesn't love hearing him say "Beam me up, Scotty," or watching him covered in Tribbles, or see him draped with a constantly revolving bevy of intergalactic ladies? I know I sure do, and I'm not even a Trekkie!

Shatner also gave voice to some, er, interesting music. I can still remember the first time I heard his take on "Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds." It was a late English evening and there had been heavy drinking, but not quite enough to prepare me for the Shatnerian experience. I find his music to be an acquired taste.

Lately, I've fallen back in love with the divine Shatner courtesy of his fantastic turn as the Priceline Negotiator, that long-running Priceline ad campaign. His deadpan delivery and expressive features get me everytime. I tend to use Priceline quite a bit, so perhaps the subliminal affection for Shatner is making me choose them over those other travel sites after all. And so, friends, if you will, let's wish a very happy birthday to Mr. Shatner.

mp3: The Transformed Man (William Shatner from The Transformed Man)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Happy Birthday, Billy

Today happens to be the happy day wherein we all don one of a million shades of green, go to Irish pubs, and drink copious amounts of green beer, but did you know it’s also a rather important gentleman’s birthday? He’s the sometimes cranky, oft-brilliant leader of one of the most important bands from the 90s.

I can still remember how vital the Smashing Pumpkins were in my formative musical years, and when I close my eyes I can see that video for the song “1979” that so epitomizes my high school years (totally just dated myself). Regardless of how you might feel about them and him these days, I think most of us can agree that Smashing Pumpkins helped define the 90s, musically speaking. We celebrate his multitude of musical achievements (and his super-shiny scalp) today, and raise a glass of green as we wish Billy Corgan a very, very Happy Birthday.

Top’o’the morning to you, Billy.

mp3: Zero (Smashing Pumpkins from Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness)