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Alex V. Cook is an author, journalist and music critic living Baton Rouge, LA. His work has appeared in The Believer, The Oxford American, DownBeat, Paste Magazine, Hails and Horns and The Wire, and his first collection of essays Darkness, Racket and Twang: Essential Listening from the Fringes of Popular and Unpopular Culture was published by Side Cartel in 2006.

He is the music editor for outsideleft.com, editor for Sweet Tooth, and a frequent contributor to 225 Magazine, OffBeat and Country Roads.

He is a founding contributor to the Badasses of Contemporary Composition blog.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Perfect Song: "Hanging on the Telephone"

For some reason, I was singing "Hanging on the Telephone" in the car on the way back from the show documented below. NO reason, except I think it is one of those perfect pop songs, and is never off my mental playlist. Blondie of course are the ones that made it big-ish - Blondie was not really on the cultural radar at large until "Rapture" I believe, but I saw Videodrome on Night Flight late one night, so she was forever etched in my adolescent mind.

Blondie's version of the song off Parallel Lines is good, great even - a last gasp of rock and roll for the band before disco, Richard Gere and bad island music ruined things for everyone; but its the original by LA punk band The Nerves that wins the cigar. So tennagerly urgent, so desperate, such a great song. I could listen to that guitar riff for days on end.

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