Here are three kings for you, followed by a right royal collection of earworms to start your week. Hope it’s a smooth start, particularly if it’s the first day back at work after the holiday. And remember, your worms are most welcome to join in – send them to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Busi Mhlongo – Izinziswa. English title – ‘Young Men’ – goneforeign: Busi is from South Africa, she mixed very traditional African styles with contemporary styles – jazz, reggae, gospel etc. She was very popular throughout S. Africa, she died in 2010. It’s from her CD Babhemu & Twasa on Munich records.
Kev Russell with the Gourds (or some of them) and Debra Kelly – Imbibing My Prescriptions – tfd: this is a live version of one of my favourite Kev songs, which is on his solo album ‘Buttermilk And Rifles’, but this is downloadable from archive.org. Featuring (as does the record) backing vocals by Debra Kelly of Damnations Tx.
Eliza Carthy – Willow Tree – debbyM: This is quite possibly my favourite song ever ever ever; it makes me homesick for an England that probably only exists in my imagination. I love the brass, I love the ‘simplicity’ of the song, but it’s the tall ships at the end that really grabbed my attention.
The Frank and Walters – After All – beltway: I bought far too many 12 inch singles in the ’90’s and was rummaging through a box of them and came across this little gem that I’d not thought about for a long time, such a sweet and innocent little love song and an infuriatingly catchy little guitar riff from the third best Irish Indie pop band of the early ’90s. Ian Broudie’s production is stamped on it with a sledgehammer, and that is no bad thing.
Bon Jovi’s Blame It On The Love Of Rock And Roll – DsD: Do you ever feel the need to just lose yourself in a big, dumb, cliché-ridden, dad-dancing, riffola of a song? No? Oh … oops! OK, just me then. The rest of you: hit SKIP and as you were. Me? I’m spinning round the office gurning & air-guitaring even as you read this!
Ivory Joe Hunter – Since I Met You Baby – Fintan: In 1956 my friends who were paying any attention to music were going around singing ‘Hound Dog’, ‘Rock Around The Clock’ or, more likely, ‘The Ballad of Davy Crockett’. I was singing this and it cemented a lifelong love of the blues. I was a happy 7-year old.