70s:
This crazed glove commercial from 1975. The disembodied green-screen gloves banging at a parking meter, the weirdly dispassionate narration saying "A fine gift," the library disco with horns.
80s:
A DJ on xray.fm played the Meat Puppets' "Up on the Sun" yesterday and that got it stuck in my head tonight, so I was singing it for my boy. He kind of flipped trying to figure out what it meant to sing "I turned to myself and said you are my daughter." "How is there an ocean up on the sun where the wind never blows?" he asked. Good question.
Those first three albums of theirs (bought second-hand in high school) find a way to sneak into my rotation every so often. Unlike a lot of things I've listened to a million times, they are still pretty fresh.
90s:
I found my old copy of Nice's self-titled album (well, technically I found my old iPud with a lot of old mp3s on it). This track always get me:
Incredibly, we were able to get this Australian trio out to my college in the early 90s. I remember being too prudish and poor to pick up one of their "Mobile Orgy" shirts. They had some sweet Casio bass pedals that I have never seen since. I remember not being able to figure out their interpersonal dynamics but liking their performance. Regretting not recording it on my Recording Walkman.This Slovenly 7" from 1991-ish. (I had just unlocked access to the college radio station and spent hours there going through stuff from the Trouser Press guide. Magic.) Sometimes Steve Anderson's vocals kind of sat on top of their instrumentation, but here he digs in hard.
