Musical New Year’s Resolutions from AJoMT Writer Nerhys

I’m content to hear great music from any year that I have never heard. I want to make it a priority to get to at least two live performances this year. I’m keeping my resolutions list short and sweet. In the past year I rarely made time to explore the depths of Spotify and Soundcloud to explore music and musicians I have never heard before that was not directly related to my weekly New Music from the Inbox contribution. Attend at least two concerts

While I did get the chance to go to North by Northeast in 2017, I unfortunately didn’t make it out to any other concert during the year. Do you have any music related resolutions this year? I say “new to me” rather than “new” because there is a wealth of music from years past that I have never heard before. I always looks for new ways to bring music into my life, and the New Year offers the perfect chance to set goals. This year I plan to make the time to discover “new to me” music. This year I want to do two things in particular to make my life a little more musical. Make time to discover more “new to me” music

I’m sure we can all agree that sometimes life gets in the way of things. I wish everyone a happy, healthy, and musical 2018. Let me know if there are any Toronto-area shows you think I should check out this year! It doesn’t matter to me if they are massive stadium shows or small gigs at a dive bar. One concert I hope to catch is the TSO’s “Love, Lust, and Rock & Roll”. As long as the musicians put on a good show, I’m happy. Being the first to discover the next biggest up and coming musician has never been a goal of mine. My background is in classical music, and I can’t resist rock music played on orchestral instruments.
Musical New Year’s Resolutions from AJoMT Writer Nerhys

A List of (Sometimes Semi-) Music-Related Resolutions for 2018

A List of (Sometimes Semi-) Music-Related Resolutions for 2018
Have you ever tried to clean up your phone’s photo library?   (I blame Jack White’s PBS special, American Epic, for staring this new obsession.)
Learn to connect my Google Home devices to other things so I can turn my home into one big HAL 9000. Go to a gig and keep my phone in my pocket the entire time. Spend more time sitting outside in the sun with a sleeping bull terrier in my lap, listening to music on the backyard speakers and just…dreaming. I’d advocate for syncing things up, but that would mean wiping out the last chunk of December from our lives–and that would mean canceling Christmas for one year. So without further delay, let me state that in 2018 I hereby pledge to…

File those CDs that have accumulated over the last six months. If humans had been properly scientific enough, a new year should begin the day of the winter solstice instead of ten days later, a date that has no grounding in the eternal calendar of the cosmos. Even though I’m a gadget guy, the learning curve on this thing has been steep. I wish people would stop sending me discs (links MUCH preferred) because they only add to the piles of CDs I buy. Listen to Gord Downie’s Introduce Yerself all the way through without having to stop for breath. More discipline is definitely required on my part. (By the way, if you’re stubbornly following the Julian, Merry Christmas!)
So we’re stuck with making our New Year’s resolutions on this unhinged date following a period of year-end revelry. Delete all the useless pictures on my iPhone so I have more room for music. File all the vinyl I’ve purchased recently. At the heart of it is a NAD M50.2 Digital Music Player. I’m so intimidated by its operating needs I’ve barely touched it. January 1st annoys me because of its inelegant placement during the solar year. Spend more time learning to appreciate American blues from the 1920s, especially material from the Paramount and Okeh labels. But who really wants to go through thousands of pictures? It can’t be that hard, can it? That wouldn’t work, would it? People are still pissed about the calendar adjustment from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar in 1582. Very steep. Finally learn how to properly use my new office stereo. And that’s just stupid. There’s quite a pile on the floor. Learn to use the coffee maker in the home office.

A Continuing, Very Serious Anthropological Study: Where Did the Special Lyrics in Billy Idol’s Version of “Mony Mony” Come From?

 Skip ahead to 7:50 of the interview to hear what he says.  Perhaps it’s time to address it once and for all–if that’s even possible. Get laid, get fucked!” version of the chant.  The chants were essentially the same but with slight regional differences.  The song reached #3 in both Canada and the US and was a #1 hit in the UK.  Witnesses say that endorsement goes back to an Idol show at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas sometime in the late 80s. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate and respond to selective pressures. In 1981, fresh from leaving Generation X, Billy released a four-track EP entitled Don’t Stop. Then he just shrugged and turned to deal with a very angry principal who was appalled that such obscenities would be chanted by his students in his gym at his school. As we were at it, “Mony Mony” by Tommy James and the Shondells was playing on someone’s transistor radio nearby…
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About three years after this original post, I picked up the phone on a Sunday evening to find Billy on the line.  Get laid, get fucked!”
Texas:  “Come on, everybody! [NOTE: Since I started digging into this topic in the fall of 2014, this post has become the number one most-read story in the history of this website. “No, I’ve done it before,” I lied as we walked up the hill for a tumble in Church House Gardens. Someone comes up with an idea. She rolled me over and said, “Oh, let me do it,” and she stuck my dick insider her and really shagged me. Billy:  Hey she give me love and I feel alright now
Dancers:  HEY MOTHERF*CKER GET LAID GET F*CKED! (Link to discussion board post.)
2. And she said yes! We went behind some bushes and she lay down. – AC]
It was probably in the spring of 1987 when I first heard the special audience lyrics in the Billy Idol version of the Tommy James classic, “Mony Mony.”  I was hosting one of the old CFNY Video Roadshows at a high school somewhere in Southern Ontario. When Martin Streek, the guy in charge of playing the videos, flipped to this clip, the dancers erupted.  Another person likes it and spreads to another person–and so on and so on and so on until it’s a generally accepted practice and everyone is doing it.  Or maybe someone will read this and offer more evidence. Billy:  Here she come now singing Mony Mony
Dancers:  HEY MOTHERF*CKER GET LAID GET F*CKED! But who were those frat dudes in England back in the middle 80s? I update it periodically when warranted.  It’s unclear, but here are some theories:
1.  “What are they shouting?” I asked Martin. She must have sensed the situation. Well, that adds a fair amount to the story. Yes, what you’re about to read is obscene and vulgar, but try to set that aside for a moment. Such study can tell us a lot about a culture, its language, its mores and folkways and various forms of communication.  But this concept of ideas and behaviours spreading within a culture goes far, far back into the depths of time.  At their core, language, religion and all manner of social conventions are memes.  When the Don’t Stop EP was released, Idol appeared on MTV with Martha Quinn.  It couldn’t have been through radio airplay because no radio version with the chanting bit was ever released.  “Mony Mony” was written in 1968 by Tommy James, an American singer who had a string of hit singles through the 60s. And dammit, some day we’ll get to the bottom of this.  Get laid, get fucked!”
Wisconsin/Colorado/British Columbia:  “Hey, what’s that? I looked at him weird. At first, I couldn’t make how what they were yelling. In 1970, the back of the charity shop bear Bromley South held many wonders. “Do you want to fuck?” I asked. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? So where does this leave us? England: I’m counting on you.  He helpfully translated with the appropriate arm gestures. The question of the origins of the special audience participation lyrics has been in the back of my mind ever since. * * *
Wikipedia defines a meme in the following way:
An idea, behavior or style that spreads from person to person within a culture.” A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols or practices, which can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals or other imitable phenomena.  Here’s an example of Idols performing the song in the now-accepted fashion. Over the last decade, we’ve all become familiar with dozens of Internet memes:  Star Wars Kid, LOL cats, the Rickroll and so on. she half asked, half declared.  Some maintain that the tradition extends back to 1969 when the original Tommy James version was played in New York City clubs like The Guest House and the 44th Street Armory. The earliest discussion board post I can find on the subject is from May 20, 1989. How memes take root and travel is a serious area of study for cultural anthropologists and sociologists. Dig around. Get laid, get fucked!”
Elsewhere:  “Hey, hey what?  Sadly, no closer to the truth than when we started.  Instead try to focus on the mystery of where the “Mony Mony” audience chant began, how it spread and how it mutated. First, a little history.  The title comes from a sign on a building that James could see from his apartment in Manhattan:  the MONY Building, short for Mutual of New York.  “How do they know what to say?”
A puzzled look came across Martin’s face for a moment; it was apparent that he’d never considered the question before.  Delving further, it appears that Idol himself endorses the “Hey, motherfucker!  Why?  One rumour involves lip-reading. These chants seemed to emerge spontaneously and at more-or-less the same time.  There’s allegedly a video where we can clearly see Idol mouthing those words. Over the next decade, the song was covered several times with varying degrees of success. Billy also chronicled the story in his autobiography, Dancing with Myself.  And it certainly wouldn’t have been through video play because neither MTV or MuchMusic would have dared play something with such vulgarities. Furthermore, this seems to have largely been a North American phenomenon–or at least I haven’t been able to uncover any evidence of the chant originating (or even being used) in Britain, Europe or anywhere else in the world. 3.  This is far from a comprehensive list, so corrections/additions/elaborations are welcome in the comments section.)

Southern Ontario/New York state/Ohio/Pennsylvania: “Hey, motherfucker! I’d never had sex, so I was a bit nervous as she took me by the hand. Billy:  Well, shoot ’em down, turn around, come on Mony
Dancers:  HEY MOTHERF*CKER GET LAID GET F*CKED!  The origins of the “Mony Mony” meme remains a mystery.  Perhaps this might work as a PhD thesis for some budding cultural anthropologist. (There’s little documentation I can cite for the following, but this is what I’ve managed to glean from various message boards dating back to the late 80s. I got on top aand got hard but was having a bit of trouble getting it in her, it being my first time.  It certainly wasn’t via the Internet because in 1987, no one except a few hardcore geeks knew what that was.  During the interview, it’s alleged that he admitted to losing his virginity to the Tommy James version.  Get laid, get fucked!”
Some university campuses:  “Hey, hey, slut! How did this occur? Could they be tracked down to get their take on the matter? Here’s what he had to say about all this. Get laid, get fucked!”and “Hey, get drunk, get laid, get fucked!”

There were probably others, but you get the drift.  The first song on the disc was his take on “Mony Mony.”  Although it was released as a single, it was a stiff, managing no better than #107 on the Billboard Hot 100. But by the time Idol re-released the song in a live version on October 2, 1987 (and coinciding with the North American release of his Vital Idol collection), an interesting and inexplicable phenomenon had taken root whenever the song was performed live or played in a club, at a dance or even a wedding reception: the obscene call-and-response audience chant between the lines of the verses.  But then came Billy Idol.
A Continuing, Very Serious Anthropological Study: Where Did the Special Lyrics in Billy Idol’s Version of “Mony Mony” Come From?

How Cold is It in Manitoba Right Now? There’s a Song About That.

How Cold is It in Manitoba Right Now? There’s a Song About That.
…once you do get it started, you have to let it run for at least 15 minutes so the seats don’t shock your ass into instant hemorrhoids. How cold was it? …it takes another 15 minutes of driving to warm up the tired enough so that they don’t have a frozen flat spot. Turns out the guy couldn’t be friendlier. I mean, WTF? It has been cold in Manitoba over the last week. How much gas would you like?”
Wait. Dude: you are a long, long way from home. A full-serve gas station? And from what I could tell of his accent and eyes (the man was bundled up beyond belief), he appeared to be from the Philippines. My mom took great delight in telling me that the windchill was -44. (Via the CBC and Tom) …Manitobans were complaining it was too cold. …White Walkers came in, shook their heads and kept heading south. …people went inside to hockey games to warm up. …the local news carried stories about how there were areas on Mars that were warmer. On my way to catch a flight home from Winnipeg, I pulled into a Co-Op gas station on Route 90 just south of Inkster to fill up my rental car. “C’mon, Manitoba! So cold that…
…if you don’t plug in your car (all vehicles are equipped with block heaters) that your engine oil will turn to tar, making it impossible to start. Why do you insist on living here?”

Time for a song. Think your job sucks? Given that the dashboard on my Hyundai Accent told me that it was -24F (-31C; I couldn’t figure out how to change the units), I wasn’t looking forward to gassing up. At these temperatures? Just as I was about to get out of the car, a creature in what appeared to be a lunar spacesuit toddled over and said “Welcome to Co-Op!