Thursday, June 17, 2010

Music is Funny

A couple of words, then, about "The Finals", as the National Basketball Association likes to refer to its version Stanley Cup Final.  First, that was so a charge by Kobe Bryant with 2:00 to go on the foul, the 6th personal foul, called against Rasheed Wallace, but Mr. Wallace must realize that when you are the Lifetime Leader in Techincal Fouls like he is, you are NOT going to get the call in the last two minutes of a Game 7.  Of course, you have to ask how the Celtics could give up an offensive rebound at that stage of the game to set up the charge in the first place, but if you did, for that I would have no answer.  But I think we'd all be talking about that Rondo guy making that Miracle Three (that CAN'T go in!!!) in the waning moments and how the Celtics would now be 5-0 All Time in Game 7's against LA if that charge on Bryant had been called properly.  Instead, the Lakers are Champs for the Gazzilionth time and with weary arm we tip our cap to them for that.

I watched the last 6 minutes of the game--the longest stretch of continuous NBA play I've seen all year.  (I am not, per se, a basketball guy and besides, the Pistons sucked this year.  As you know, I major in Baseball and Hockey.)  I was planning to watch the last two minutes in honor of it being Game 7 and all, but I mis-timed my leap as it were and turned the TV on too soon.

What I had been doing is what I do most nights as is my wont: listening to The Mike Malloy Show because, as I have told you, Mike is great!  He just goes out there and sticks up The Pig Man's corpulent disgusting ass Each. And. Every. Night.  And if you don't know who the Pig Man is, tune in some night and find out.  Tonight Mike plays this song going to break (it's called, in the business, "bumper music") that I'd never heard before but which so totally and so completely KICKED ASS and that's all there is to say about it, that I Googled the following lyrics from the song forthwith (which means right away.  In this case, as I was listening to them): "...this ain't no technological breakdown, oh no.  This is the road to Hell,"   Here's what I got:

Now, don't that tune just reach out and grab you by the scroat?  (I know the ladies will, through no fault of their own, find "the grabbing of the scroat" unrelate-uh-bull, so please feel free and by all means substitute "throat" as the anatomical part belonging to you which is being grabbed by this song.)

All in all, I thought it was a mother.  "Heavy," as we used to say.  I've been putting a mix tape, or as the kids call them now, "CDs' together for a trip I am making with my daughter and her friends next week.  I gotta drive 2-3 hours so I've picked out some tunes from back when I was in high school for them to enjoy.  And while I was researching the above song, titled aptly enough, "The Road To Hell", I found this:  (which, as it turns out, is the funny part foreshadowed in the title of the post)


It's THE SAME GUY!  Chris Rea.  He wrote the latter tune--"Fool (If You Think Its Over)--and being bubble gum pop along the lines of, say, "Moonlight Feels Right" by Starbuck--made the Top 20 in the US in 1979 and made Chris Rea a one-hit wonder.  I never heard of him again.  Until tonight on the Malloy Program.  "The Road To Hell", a great song, an important song, never got airplay here but was big in Europe.  And tonight, after it's been out for over 20 years, I find it.  So Chris Rea wasn't a one-hit wonder after all or by any means.  I wonder what ever happened to Starbuck?