Suns That Were Freezing
Posted on | April 6, 2008 at 11:46 am | Comments Off
The TV show My Name Is Earl can be hit-and-miss humor at times from me, and there’s some speculation that it jumped the shark during the interminable Earl-goes-to-jail story arc. But one thing that it can’t be faulted for is its use of Blue Öyster Cult music. I already mentioned how one episode had the guitar solo from “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper”. Well, last Thursday’s “post-strike premiere” prominently featured the song “Burnin’ For You”. There was even a scene where the cast was singing along with it (although the song was edited weirdly and they skipped a line or two). But the most glorious part was when the scene transitioned into the 60s-sitcom world that Earl’s coma-affected brain had escaped to, the song was still playing on an old radio in his dream. But it was a like an old-timey version sung by a crooner or lounge lizard. That was awesome. BÖC should release that as a single.
Yeah, I know that the show features classic rock music in general, because that’s what Earl and his mates are into, but this focus on BÖC really rocks it for me. Now if they would only play “Career of Evil”.
In other classic music trivia, N and I went to dinner last night with Hugh and Lisa to Czechoslovakian bar/restaurant Sobo 151. I’ve been there a few times for lunch (it’s near work), but this was my first time for dinner. I have to say that the music was awesome. The jukebox, or whatever was playing the music, was stuck in my era of the 80s playing some pretty obscure stuff for this area/crowd. I heard Magazine’s “Shot By Both Sides”, The Chameleons’ “Mad Jack”, and Lets Active’s “Every Word Means No” among other classics. Tell me the last time you heard any of those played in a bar! There was a lot of IRS-era R.E.M. as well. I think N was getting disgusted by me constantly interrupting to point out the songs, but I was in shock. Oh, and the food was good too. To top it off, they gave us free strudel, because they accidentally messed up and delayed mine and Hugh’s orders. Now that’s service! Unlike some bagel shops I could name.
Latre.