Thursday, January 27, 2011

First Love by Satellite

For those who drive long distances in rental cars, satellite radio is a truly wonderful thing. There is a virtual cornucopia of channels attuned to your specific interests with minimal commercial interruptions and a minimum of chitchat, and if you happen to not like the song that’s on at a given moment it’s easy to flip to someplace where you’re sure to find something you enjoy. Satellite radio also proves The Bride’s contention that I have no concept of music after 1990, as the moment I’m in the hired transport I preset the Sirius channels to 40’s on 4, 50’s on 5, 60’s on 6, 70’s on 7, 80’s on 8, Sinatra, and Laugh USA. The fact that I do not listen to music from the 90’s or the present century also lets me transiently forget most of the Clinton and Bush Administrations, and that’s not a bad thing either.

Because of the nature of the channels, I tend to think that they are likely independently programmed. That being said, every now and then you’ll find some strange overlaps, like the programmers got together and decided on a daily theme. One I was headed down the road in Southeast Missouri and heard “In The Navy” by the Village People, followed closely on another channel by Diane Renay’s “Navy Blue.”

(I may have already told this story, but it bears repeating that my Midwestern naiveté made sure I was well over thirty before I had any clue that “In The Navy” had any other meaning than thinking it was cool to be on an aircraft carrier or destroyer. They’ve got planes, they’ve got missiles, they’ve got torpedoes, and if they work right things blow up. Like there’s any other reason to join?)

So the other day I’m doing an early morning drive across Kansas and heard “This Girl is a Woman Now” by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap” followed by “Tonight’s The Night” by Rod Stewart. This, of course, made me think that the theme for the 5 o’clock hour was “Losing Your Virginity.” Tangential thinker that I am, I then came up with my top eight songs of this genre. Here they are, listed in ascending order:

8. “Girl, You’ll Be A Woman Soon” Neil Diamond

This song should probably be ranked higher, if for no other reason than The Bride, who is both an audiophile and a Neil Diamond aficionado (two things I would have thought were mutually exclusive), will chastise me if this song is not included on my list. That being said, it is ranked lowest because a close examination of the lyrics reveals that while the singer is not imminently about to join his girlfriend in a biblical way, he is making certain to be the first, by dragging her away from the competition if need be:

“Girl, you’ll be a woman soon.
Please, come take my hand…
Soon, you’ll need a man.”

Marking your turf is always a good first step. Just watch out for the claim jumpers.

7. “Summer (The First Time)” Bobby Goldsboro

It turns out that there are two subtypes of this lyrical mode. The essence of the first is "I'm talking you into doing me." The second is exemplified by this song, where the innocent lad is schooled in the ways of love by an older, experienced woman. Here young Bobby is strolling down the beach, having just, “…told Billy Ray, in his red Chevrolet, I needed time for some thinking.” (The rhyming of a proper name and an automotive brand is priceless.) Turns out there was a woman on the beach who gave him a few more things to think about, and “…the boy took her hand, but I SAW THE SUN RISE AS A MAN.” There is no record of if Billy Ray ever stopped back by, or if the now slightly older and much wiser Robert ever got back to town. The song is sappy, syrupy, and incredibly pubertal as he drops his voice to sing the final “AS A MAN.” (The Oedipal issues will remain untouched.) It is also stuck in my brain because I went through a phase in junior high where I was a huge Bobby Goldsboro fan, and I confess to owning his Greatest Hits Volume 1 and 2 on CD. And for this, I’m truly sorry.

6. “That Summer” Garth Brooks

It gets hot in the Midwest, and especially so for a widowed rural wife with a young, sweaty teenaged farmhand. Teenagers are also cheap dates:

“'Til she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadn't worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eyes
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize.”

Needless to say, a good time was had by all. Which probably explains why Colby, Kansas, a town of 5,400 people 200 miles from nowhere, has it’s own Starbuck’s.

5. “War is Hell (On the Homefront, Too)” T.G. Shepherd

Another in a series of summer adventures. This time she’s lonely because her man is off fighting for God, Country, and the ability to spend his leave watching the trajectories of ping-pong balls in the military-friendly Phillipines. At some point these songs begin to read like a Penthouse letter. “I never thought this would happen to me, but…”

(T.G.Shepherd gets an extra nod for “Do You Want To Go To Heaven,” where “…those preacher’s words were barely heard as sweet Bunny Lou gave in.”)

4. “December 1963” Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

Oh, what a night indeed. But have you ever noticed that everyone to this point, with the exception of Frankie Valli, gets laid in the summer? I think it has something to do with a link between the cremasteric reflex (where the testicles move towards the body when exposed to cold) and the timbre of Frankie Valli’s falsetto, but I’m still working that out.

3. “Tonight’s the Night” Rod Stewart

I can’t even talk about this song without cringing. Rod Stewart actually does a nice job on his latest versions of The Great American Songbook. But here, Rod sounds like a chain-smoking drunk trying to seduce my daughter before he hocks up a loogie. And I don’t even have a daughter. I understand Rod Stewart does. I’ll bet he regrets this song now. Maturity brings wisdom.

2. “This Girl is a Woman Now” Gary Puckett and The Union Gap

Up until now, every song has used some assemblage of code words to disguise what is happening, or has a strategic omission in the narrative serve an informative role. This song nears the top of my list for it’s sheer lack of pretense:

“This girl tasted love, as tender as the gentle dawn.
She cried a single tear, a teardrop that was sweet and warm.
Our hearts told us we were right, and on that sweet and velvet night.
A child had died, a woman had been born.

This girl is a woman now; she's learned how to live.
This girl is a woman Now. She's found out what it's all about
And she's learnin', learnin' to live.”

Yeah, I’ll bet she’s learned how to live. Of course, one can’t help but wonder if this is the same Young Girl that Gary sent away before, and if she’s hit 18 by now.

1. “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” Meat Loaf

There are so many reasons I love this song. The driving rhythm and the rocking melody are exquisitely attuned. The lyrics are perfect. The baseball call is priceless. The film version, with The Loaf’s intensity rising as he lifts the microphone stand over his hand, is brilliant metaphor. Even the GoPhone commercial based on the song is worth playing again and again. And it is one of the few songs that my sister and I can sing…badly…together, which greatly distresses my father. I think this is less based on the subject matter or the fact that I sing it with my sister than because he never had that much fun in high school and resents us acting like we did. (I am aware that the fact that I sing this with my sister might have a totally different connotation in Arkansas.)

Have you noticed that all of these are songs are performed by men, either bragging about their prowess in bringing women into the world or proclaiming their newfound status as an adult male through participation in the coital act? You never actually hear woman sing, “Please Deflower Me,” or “I’m Going to Make You a Man. (The only song I can think of with the latter lyric is from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but this involves an entirely different kind of relationship and also takes a week to complete.) Perhaps this is because women tend to discuss these things quietly with friends rather than proclaim them to the world. Or maybe because as men, we’re just so darn glad to get any that it becomes a red letter event, especially when we’re old enough that singing about it is often the best we can do, and even when luck comes our way a three minute song lasts longer than our maximal effort. And while we’re at it, why are there no songs from the male side that say, “I Really Want to Know You Better as a Person Before We Engage in Intimacy, Because If We Don’t Share a Foundation of Mutual Respect Our Relationship Cannot Move Forward in a Positive and Productive Manner,” while the female literature is rife with them, notably Janet Jackson’s “Let’s Wait a While?”

Oh, wait, I know the answer to that one, too.

1 comment:

  1. Actually, I believe that there was a song in Disney with the title I'll make a man out of you..