Method behind this week’s madness:
As usual, I have several blog posts percolating on the burner, some with a finer aroma than others. But right at the moment, none of them have quite caused the button to pop on the turkey. (I’m sure some of you know the feeling. The post is probably done, decent enough, but you can’t help thinking you might need to poke it with a stick a time or two, just to make sure.)
Stepping away from the Oven of Incompleteness, I suddenly remember that a mere few days ago, during my lukewarm and unspectacular presentation of the first Friday Night Clam Bake, I had promised several folks that I would make the Clam Bakes a regular thing. These folks were overcome with transcendence at the mere concept, at least in my own mind. Of course, one of the irritating bits about “regular things” is that they should be, well, regular. Ergo, it’s Friday Night and time to be regular, but I haven’t even bothered to dig up enough clams. (Yes, I realize how the last sentence sounds, but I’m not changing it; that turkey button has popped.)
Luckily enough, I also need to shuck some fresh clams for Facebook, where my Friday-Night posting of music videos has taken the world by storm, at least in my own mind. (Last week’s Clam Bake posting here on Bonnywood was a mere matter of cut, paste, submit, wait for comments. This week’s offering will be a bit more arduous, as I don’t have a full bushel of video clams on Facebook right now. The horror!) So, in an alarming hybridization of social media, I am going to be simultaneously posting videos on both Facebook and WordPress this evening. Tell all your friends! Buy stock!
And here we go.
Wait, hold up. I must show compassion and forewarn those of you who do not particularly care for 80s music that several species from that biodome are making an appearance tonight, especially the first three, since those clams have already been shucked on Facebook. But after that, we’re branching out, so just grit your teeth and keep scrolling.
Now we’re going. And for those of you who are not fans of music videos, ever, keep scrolling. There are some surprises toward the end.
The main theme of this video is that someone is really proud of their old-school editing equipment. Of course, at the time, we thought it was amazing, gathered around MTV with our lack of dating and inept social skills.
This video reminds me of running around with all my proud-geek theater friends and being far more dramatic than was necessary in whatever situation we might have created. (But Kate sure loves her signature move of “waving her arms over her head in a frenzied manner”, doesn’t she? Mmm hmm.)
This band was essentially a one-hit wonder in the States, although they fared better elsewhere. The song is great, but the video easily fits into the category of “how many times do we need to see fleeting shots of people we don’t know doing things we don’t understand?”
There are better songs of this video out there, but this one feels different, perhaps because he wasn’t a huge superstar, just yet. And the opening shot of the roses on his outfit is a somewhat eerie harbinger of a song that he would release many years later…
And we’re going even further back. Again, there are better videos out there. But the fact that Miss Dusty chose to wear a dress that matches the fake Spanish moss on the fake set makes this a hoot that you can’t ignore. And if you don’t own the “Dusty in Memphis” album, you should.
How can you not love a video that is so outrageously campy and devoid of artistic value at the same time? (Shout out to the backup dancer in the pink sweater who is really trying to sell it, even though she’s not sure what she’s selling.)
Not a great video, clearly released well after the single and album. But it’s a great song.
Gone too soon. But really, isn’t it too soon for any of us? Make sure you are doing what you need to do.
I’ve actually done an entire blog post on this next clip, and I should really let it go at that. But sometimes you encounter things that are so effortlessly surreal that you can’t help but pull them out of the archives and ponder two things. One, entertainment values have changed over the years. Two, I never was and never will be limber enough to do anything that is happening in this video. Except for the mooing cows. I could probably reach that personal peak if I really tried.
And finally, another clip that once merited a stand-alone blog post, although I currently don’t recall where or when (probably the halcyon days of “The Sound and the Fury”), so I may or may not be lying to you. As seems to be one of our themes tonight, the quality of the video is exceptionally crappy, but the humor is just as fresh as the mussels.
That’s it for now, fellow clam bakers. I’m still fiddling with this new concept, so please grab a comment card as you run out the door…
Categories: Video Review