Smokey Robinson and the Miracles — 123

ALBUM: The Best of Smokey Robinson & the Miracles (1979)

MVC RATING: 4.5/$$$$

This two-record set was something of a bargain package on Imperial House when I bought this more than 30 years ago, or so. Penny for penny, it was probably one of the best purchases I’ve made. Every song is good; some are all-time classics.

Most of that had to do with the pure-as-a-bell, falsetto, vocals and songwriting talents of the man they call Smokey.

He wrote 4,000 songs, according to Biography.com.

4,000 songs! Is that humanly possible? (Note to myself: Check that 4,000 number.) He did have 37 Top 40 hits. That is verifiable.

He wrote songs often with collaborators and provided a bunch of songs to Motown acts such as the Temptations.

Ironically before I saw that 4,000 statistic, I bought a book called ‘How to Write One Song,’ by rocker Jeff Tweedy of the group, Wilco, and before that Uncle Tupelo. I haven’t cracked that book yet, but it made me wonder: Shouldn’t Smokey write that book? He could change the title to “How to Write Thousands of Songs.’ No? Guess you have to write one to get started.

Dwight Twilley, Dwight Twilley Band — 126, 125, 124

ALBUMS: Jungle (1984); Twilley (1979) SIncerely (1976)

MVC Rating: Jungle 3.5/$$$$; Twilley 4.5/$$$$$; Sincerely 4.0/$$$$$

One of the great lost bands in the 70’s and 80’s. Their career stalled from almost the beginning. The early single ‘I’m On Fire’ charted at No. 15 with virtually no promotion and it sort of went downhill from there.

The band, it seems, went through the meat grinder in terms of record labels and contractual malfunctions. A good blow-by-blow on this by AllMusic.com. The group from Tulsa, OK, consisted mainly of Twilley and Phil Seymour. Tom Petty worked with the group for a time; and Susan Cowsill was a touring member.

Twilley was bargain bin fodder when I snagged my three albums in the 1980s. Lot’s of memories playing these albums (the first two anyway in college. The self-entitled Twilley caught my ears from the beginning with the song ‘Out of My Hands,’ a sad rockabilly tinged ballad with a slight echo. In fact that echo rockabilly sound created an ethereal, atmospheric sound that was standard on these two earlier albums I picked up.

The third album I bought was Jungle and seemed to be aiming for a wider audience, or should I say straining for a wider audience. The album spawned the single, ‘Girls,’ with a racy-for-its-day video.

The album but was overall hurt by overproduction. Twilley pulled back on his rockabilly and seemed to go straight for a commercial pop/rock album.

While Twilley’s career continued as he put out records of music he never released due to contractual disputes, outtakes in addition to new music.

His early status as a bargain bin pick-up has changed as his music is rediscovered; there are folks on Discogs selling some of it for upwards of $40 and $50.

Having trouble falling to sleep?

My wife and I have settled on some dynamite ambient music that puts us out like a light. Maybe dynamite was not the word. More like woozy space music.

I wrote about this before. But I forgot to try it out more than once or twice and promptly forgot about it. Then I started having trouble going to sleep. Then I bought a pre-owned Pink Floyd re-mastered ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ and it reminded me of that post from several years ago.

I had described it as Pink Floy in their softer, repetitive passages. (No vocals). Or it’s like Electronic Dance Music (EDM) shorn of all that makes you want to dance.

In a study the Marconi Union music lowered anxiety by 65 percent.

So here’s what my wife and I do. I ask Alexa to play Marconi Union for two hours. I keep the volume very low.

Here’s my command from my bed: “Alexa, play for two hours Marconi Union.” (Putting the hours before the name of the song or group seems to work better with Alexa.)

Obviously you can play for 1 hour or 20 minutes or all night. We overcompensate at 2 hours because I’m usually out in 10 minutes or less.

The Police — 127

ALBUMS: Synchronicity

MVC RATING: 4.0/$$$

This was supposed to be done, alphabetically, a dozen or so posts ago. But given the state of my record collection, it didn’t surprise me that I missed it. Records strewn here and there, flying discs to avoid, vinyl in wrong jackets. About what I expected would happen as I near the end of this 678-record countdown.

But it gives me a chance to compare back to back Sting’s solo LP and the Police band’s ultimate recording: Synchronicity has more energy for sure.

But not sure I can get down with the Captain Beefheart caterwauling on a chunk of side 1. It’s funny that on the same album, the Police put out the most popular, melodic, and lyrical song of virtually all time — Every Breath You Take — alongside its most experimental.

Side 2, on the other hand, is the Police at their best. Wrapped Around Your Finger, King of Pain and Tea in Sahara are good if not great songs in the Police reggae-tinged style.

So, except for the Ice-Cream-for-Crow shenanigans on Side 1, we have a fine album. (Although Tea in the Sahara foreshadows, the somber Sting solo album, which I pointed out in that review can be tedious.)

Sting — 128

ALBUM: The Dream of the Blue Turtles

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$

Somber is the word that pops into my head at first listen in more than three decades at Sting’s first solo album after leading the Police for half a dozen years.

Turtle dreams must be sad.

Sting’s voice is in fine form as usual. And the music is steller (yet somber). Jazzy half-describes the situation here, or maybe jazzy reggae.

He’s recorded tracks at Eddy Grant’s studio in Jamaica. Among the fine musicians is saxophonist Branford Marsalis.

The album is understated for sure all the while taking on big topics. My favorite is ‘We Work the Black Seam.’

One day in a nuclear age/ They may understand our rage/They build machines that they can’t control/And bury the waste in a great big hole

That’s not even among the singles which include ‘If You Love Somebody Set Them Free,’ ‘Fortress Around Your Heart’ and ‘Russians.’

What might save us, me and you/Is that the Russians love their children too

The scale tips toward the mood set in the downbeat song ‘Consider Me Gone.’

The doctor has told me it’s no good for my health/To search for perfection is all very well/But to look for heaven is to live here in hell.

I can see why now I haven’t played this in years and also see why it is popping up with increased frequency in record stores bargain baskets. So I would probably go with a Sting’s greatest hits if you like the singer. If not, toughen up and take the 3-dollar downer. It’s worth that on musicality alone.

Top 24 essays on Myvinylcountdown. com by a man with Lewy body dementia

More than 5 years ago I made a pledge to write mini-reviews of the 678 vinyl records I accumulated over decades. I just posted my Top 24 records here. Now I’m going to post the top essays/blog posts that are not part of my 678 countdown (which is at 129 now). These posts range in topics, tone and levity, as I progress in age. I am 61 and was diagnosed about 5 years ago. Average life expectancy after diagnosis is 4 to 8 years.

The seven Stages of Lewy Body Dementia
About Me
My life with Lewy, from the inside out

Lewy Lewy. Come on, call it by its name!
How I stopped the horrific hallucinations that threatened my sanity, my family, and my life
 Some People are Mean
His and Hurricanes (A serial story)
WARNING: All those with Lewy body disease,beware dangerous fainting spells.




My Rx for Dementia
Gordon Hayward, broken bones and Lewy body dementia

Top 10 Train Song list corrected: Grateful Dead out, Kinks in
Another hugging, this has got to stop


Porter and Me
Somebody needs to tell Ted Turner his brain disease is fatal (blog version)
How the heck am I doing?
Dementia Free Day: How too much information can be bad (blog version)
Me and My Old Boss
Are You Random Orientation or Straight Playlist?
Kerri Kasem says Lewy body dementia needs more attention
Is there time?
I Have to Laugh (To Keep from Crying)
Words, don’t fail me now
Does anybody really know how many Lewy body patients are out there?
God thing?
Rules of ‘street’ ball

Top 24 Record Reviews on MyVinylCountdown

I couldn’t figure out how to scrunch the list. I will follow this post soon with a rundown of my Top 24 essays covering everything that is not a record review.

Top 20 MVC reviewsViews
Joe Cocker23,834
Willie Nelson 9,621
David Gilmour 8,367
Bobby Goldsboro7,520
Lyle Lovett4,093
David Lindley3,262
Charley Pride3,081
David Lasley2,044
Dave Edmunds1,454
Jackson Browne1,240
Tom Jones1,206
King Sunny Ade1,033
Dolly Parton1,021
Little Richard941
David Gates830
Roy Clark RIP802
Steve Forbert 707
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Walter Egan684
 
Dave Davies 577
Jimmy Buffett 518
Roy Buchanan503
Bob Dylan
The Cowsills

The Smiths 130, 129

ALBUMS: Louder Than Bombs (1987): The Queen is Dead (1986)

MVC Ratings: Louder 4.0/$$$$; Queen 4.5/$$$$$.

How about this for a morbid lyric:

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die.

Later it’s a 10-ton truck that the singer wouldn’t mind so much smashing into them as long as the object of his love is by his side.

Morrissey, lead singer and lyricist for the Smiths, isn’t like everyone else. Despite the common name.

(Not to be confused with ‘A Band Called Smith,’ which I reviewed here earlier.)

At the sad heart of Smith is Morrisey, a morose but enigmatic lyricist with one name; Some folks don’t dwell on Morrisey and instead like Smith for guitarist Johnny Marr.

Both these albums are good examples of their best work. Bombs is a two-record package. Smith was retro and progressive in that it eschewed the techno-synth sound that was popular in the late 80s. Marr is an excellent guitarist who rarely did any soloing or power chords. Yet bouncing off the music was Morrissey and his laissez-faire sing-song delivery that purposely clashed with the music.

I’d admire Smith’s unusual song structures and appreciate the humor behind the depression.

I never, never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
Anymore

Sad, funny. But not necessarily right for my head space right now.

To paraphrase Bill Maher who was skewering the Oscars for its downbeat film selection. Can we just make a movie (record) that doesn’t make you want to take a bath with a toaster?