What’s a “gramophone?” I hear some of you ask.
Well, if you need to ask you are probably an ignorant young snot who thinks that CDs were the only thing before streaming came along, who “doesn’t do History” and prefers “Rap, or the styles that my dear wife calls “Hippety Hoppety” or “Shed” (because she can’t decide if it’s “House” or “Garage” and opts for something in between). I’m not going to explain it to you – you will just have to look it up!
I decided that I needed to write a new piece about music and it seems that (until something as yet unforeseen turns up) I have currently dried up as far as the “CD of My Life” series of articles is concerned!
These, as you may recall are the songs connected to certain “memory boxes” taking me back to specific places, times and/or events. I have written quite a lot of them down (which you can find in the “Categories” heading on this page) and really have no idea how many of those associations are still to be made.
So, until the necessary trigger happens, if I want to write about music at all it has to be a different aspect.
A few years back I did a piece here: https://littlealfie.wordpress.com/2017/04/05 about my favourite songs that I think are the greatest but which, because they are not connected to a specific memory, will never be a part of CDoML.
And then, last Christmas I produced an annotated list of what I consider the all-time worst Christmas musical offerings – and I use the term “musical” advisedly!
All of which really only leaves me song lyrics to play about with.
There are numerous websites devoted to misheard song lyrics but I am writing this on the deck of my caravan in North Norfolk which part of the world remains blissfully in ignorance of the benefits of Wi-Fi or even a decent mobile phone signal. This means that I am having to rely only on my unassisted memory and should probably put up a disclaimer concerning likely inaccuracies in content.
Because, as Abraham Lincoln famously stated, “Everything you read on the Internet is completely true”! And I know that to be the case because I read it online!
The most regularly quoted Misheard Lyric is from the 1967 classic “Purple Haze” by the late Jimi Hendrix where debate still rages over whether he sings “Excuse me while I kiss the sky “ or “Excuse me while I kiss this guy”!
If that song came out now I don’t think anyone would care either way but trust me, it was a big deal back in 1967 when, despite the “Summer of Love” and homosexuality recently being made legal in the UK, a man kissing another man would not only get you talked about but probably, in many parts of the world, arrested as well!
While I may edit in a few more examples when I can look them up I will, for now, pass on to you another example that I saw on social media a couple of days ago and which I had not come across before.
Someone in one of the weirder Facebook groups to which I belong related that it has taken him nearly 48 years to realise that the line in Abba’s 1976 hit “Dancing Queen” is NOT “Young and sweet, only seven teeth” rather than “Seventeen”! I cannot unhear that now.
Leaving that side of things for the moment, my train of thought then moved on to the category of “Weirdest Song Title” and having decided on a label like that, conceived of the idea of turning this into a simple inaugural award ceremony for the “Alfiegrammies”.
For this (very) shortlist I am indebted to the Country & Western genre for the candidates that sprang immediately to mind.
The first of these (in third place) is the somewhat unpleasant “Dead Skunk in Middle of the Road” – with the follow-up line of “And it stinks to high heaven”! It is pretty awful and made worse if you can imagine it sung in a flat Texas drawl.
The Runner-up candidate is presumed (mainly because I’ve never actually heard it and am basing my comments entirely on the title) to be an extremely witty little number concerning the problems of solitary drinking and probably addressing mental health issues too.
It is called “I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy” and I think that is a pretty clever piece of wordplay.
The winner, though, is a song that I have known ever since I found it on an album that I purchased in 1969. The album is the late Glen Campbell’s “Galveston/Where’s the Playground Susie and the song is about a well-meaning wastrel who blows all his pay on dubious schemes every week.
So the Alfiegrammie for Weirdest Song title goes to… <drum roll>
“How Come Every Time I Itch I Wind Up Scratching You?”
And now we move on to the “Most Meaningful Lyric” category which has three candidates – two of them from the same song. It was those two, as you may have guessed, which I heard a couple of days ago, that gave me the initial idea for this piece.
In third place then is the following extract from the Billy Bragg song “New England” made famous by the late Kirsty McColl (particularly the underlined bit):
“I saw two shooting stars last night; I wished on them but they were only satellites.
It’s wrong to wish on space hardware; I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care!”
I don’t believe it would ever have occurred to anyone to put that sentiment into song before!
In the Runner-up spot is the brilliant final verse from the same song – double negatives have surely never been used to such effect before:
“Once upon a time at home I sat beside the telephone.
Waiting for someone to pull me through, when at last it didn’t ring I knew it wasn’t you!”
Actually that last one was the winner right up to when I was transcribing this onto my computer and I overheard the next one on someone’s car radio as they went past the caravan.
The winner then is from The Beatles’ 1966 album “Revolver” and is “Tomorrow Never Knows”.
I do put it in first place for the entirety of its Lyrics but do not intend to type them all here for you – I’ll let you have the pleasure of discovering it for yourselves! It’s the one that begins “Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream” and I used to have it as a scrolling screensaver on my computer in the early (1993) days at the Barclays Bank Trust Company Taxation Sweatshop in Peterborough. I think it’s called “passive resistance” these days!
That concludes the 2024 awards but I would love to hear from you with your own nominations for the 2025 ceremony. You can nominate for the categories I have used here or add some of your own if you like. Contact me via the “comments” bit at the end of this page or email me at littlealfie@hotmail.com and I’ll add it for you. Then, in twelve months’ time I can do this again.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Alfie