So, what have you been listening to lately?

[uwe]

Hey, that was the cover of a German hit!

Jennifer Rush (real name Heidi Stern) was born NYC (Queens), but had German roots. Her dad was an opera singer, her mom a classical pianist, the family lived in Germany for a few years (where her father found a job as an opera singer, he didn't want to raise kids in NYC). She returned to the US, but would come back to Germany (her brother had stayed there and had found a career as a musician/producer too) and that is where her career took off. And this was her signature song (you can tell by her characteristic vibrrrato what daddy's occupation was):



That song - not a bad number and co-written by her -  was played to death in the 80ies of course and not only Air Supply picked up on it:





I think I like Laura's version best. But you'd have to be deaf to claim that Jennifer, Celine and Russell didn't do the song justice as well.

So now we've come from the arcane U.K. to the more mundane popular The Power Of Love in the course of a few postings - only here at the legendary LBO, where we stay on track like a spinning top!

[Pilgrim]

Always on track, that's us!!



(Hey, this is worth watching....there's ONE Big Boy steam locomotive still running.)

[westen44]

I wouldn't want to be on a panel judging those different versions of "The Power of Love."  They're all really good.

[uwe]

Always on track, that's us!!



(Hey, this is worth watching....there's ONE Big Boy steam locomotive still running.)

Oh my, steamy phallic locomotives in tunnel scenes, Wild West scenery ... WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! As gay as a shower room full of cowboys! 

I watched The Power of the Dog last night on netflix. An elegy on a dying Wild West, sibling rivalry, missing father figures that are still omnipresent, unhealthy mother/son relationships and coming out when you really couldn't. Great movie.

[Pilgrim]

Witty repartee, LBO style.....

"Is that a toy locomotive in your pocket, or is that your Big Boy..?"

[uwe]

If only Coverdale had sung it. Sykes and him might have hated each other's guts at one point, but as that latter day pop hair metal era of Whitesnake goes, they were a match made in heaven.





Good trio too. I like Appice's drumming and stage demeanor.

[uwe]

I liked it when she still drummed and sang. Had more of a band feel.

[westen44]

I still can't find the exact source, so you have to be careful about assuming anything.  But supposedly Paul McCartney once said Karen Carpenter had the best female voice in the world. 

[uwe]

She and Rumer!

[Basvarken]

If only Coverdale had sung it. Sykes and him might have hated each other's guts at one point, but as that latter day pop hair metal era of Whitesnake goes, they were a match made in heaven.





Good trio too. I like Appice's drumming and stage demeanor.

That first Blue Murder album really showed that Whitesnake 1987 was more a Sykes album than a Coverdale album.
All the nonsense that the Coverdale camp said about Sykes's guitar parts being out of tune and not good for the songs. Some even claimed Dan Huff had to be called to the rescue to re-do all the guitar parts.
The album has Sykes written all over it (nobody was as "pinch harmonies happy" as Sykes back then (yet))

I do like the Blue Murder album better.
It is more playful and fun.
Even if the lyrics are a bit questionable here and there (Jelly Roll, Sex Child... )

[uwe]

Not that David Coverdale would ever be guilty of questionable or mono-themed lyrics!

[Basvarken]

You forgot Slide It In.
And Spit It Out 

[uwe]

I wasn't done yet ... There is no lack of material.

He just never grew up. Forever caught in that adolescent netherworld ...

[Dave W]

Ween always has such subtle lyrics.

A fan favorite.

[uwe]

But that's not inane and full of lame clichées like Whitesnake songs at all. It's a hilarious breakup song with intentionally crass lyrics anybody can relate to in anger. It's even witty. Reminds me of the stuff Shel Silverstein used to do for early Dr Hook & The Medicine Show.



David Coverdale has never written a witty lyric in his life unless you want to take this here to literature class:

You ain't a bad girl, honey,

No matter what the neighbors say,

It's just that you were those skin-tight dresses

With your G-string tuned to "A"

Sheer bloody poetry.