Let’s look back.

It was not long ago that I posted about In Flames’ “Only for the Weak” and how important it was for me. And now I just listened to In Flames’ new EP “8 Songs” and… It is on there, as a live version. So, they remember it too, after all those years, and feel that it’s significant enough to put on a current release. This… Makes me happy. :)

So, let’s look back the short span of four years.
When I first learned of Volbeat. The magnificient Danish bastards. :)

Volbeat – Sad Man’s Tongue [Rock the Rebel / Metal the Devil] | 2007 | Rock Metal

[expand title=”Lyrics”]Well my mama told me: Son you better watch out
All those nasty women gonna rip you dime for dime
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue


Left my mama and papa’s nest
I got the rebel fever rambling my bones
Papa said: my boy, take my Johnny Cash vinyls and go
Well I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue



Strollin’ down the highway with uncle sam roaring: rebel kid get your ass home
Your ass belongs to me
Leave your Johnny Cash songs and get home
But I got my pocket full of real tales, and a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue

Singing in cell
No way should I wear guns, I’m sitting my time



Left with plenty Rock’n’Roll songs painting the road
Education sucks, so I sing my song for you
And I got my pocket full of real tales
And a broken guitar mode (guitar mode)
And the story keep on rollin’, out from a sad man’s tongue

This song… Has it all! IS all!
Power, Strength, Soul, Elvis, Country, Rock, Metal, Drive, Upbeat…

It’s a good, proper, uplifting song that’s good for driving, working out, running, having fun and dancing.

The video also rocks, due to blending some nice styles visually and artistically. :) (And the dancing gothy/rockabilly girl they show those short flashes of? Seeeexy!)

Four years ago, I heard that song for the very first time, when I was out dancing in the (now defunct… *sigh*) Saint Oberhausen. I just HAD to get the CD afterwards. And now? Still don’t regret it. Still one of the best musical purchases of the 00s. When I feel down, this song can pick me up. When I need energy, this song provides. When I need to pick up the beat while dancing… This song lends a helping hand.

It’s also forever intertwined with a dear friend of mine I met a year later. So, Bonus!

I wish you all a good night and hope that you will have some fun with tonight’s song. :)

Let’s Party.

Dave Clarke feat. Chicks on Speed – What Was Her Name [What Was Her Name] | 2004 [Album:2003] | Dark Electro

Today’s song came out seven years ago, when I turned 21.
Which… Is not wholly true. Well, I DID turn 21. But the song actually came out the year before. Which I didn’t know. All I knew was the superb single with the even more superb Blackstrobe remix on it. (Which I will link to at the end of this post.)

I first learned about it on Onyx.tv, when it was still on the air. I think 2004 was the channels last year. So you got to see the exact same video that I watched, seven years earlier. And the day after I first saw it, I ran out and bought the damn single. The video uses the Radio Mix. Which is weird, as TV isn’t radio, but… Eh. I can overlook this. Mostly because the Radio version actually got airplay on 1Live at the time, which made me very happy. The album version is only about 67 seconds longer and gives some passages more time to breathe.

It’s Dave Clarke’s almost old-school Techno beats, Chicks on Speed on the vocal side and a smashing of Bauhaus thrown in for good measure. It’s dark, it’s pounding, it’s heavy, it’s intense. It’s also catchy as hell. Which might be due to the fact that “She’s in Parties” is one of Bauhaus’ catchier tunes (topped only by a few songs, “Of Lilies and Remains” being one example). Nevertheless, it’s a perfect party tune. Especially for those kind of parties that end up with a core of people in the hosts kitchen at around 02:00, talking, smoking, drinking coffee or hard drinks and laughing into the cold night through an open window, forgetting time and all the shit that lays hard on their shoulders the rest of the time.

That’s what 2004 became for me. I turned 21. I started University. I wish I had done it all in a more organized, thought-out way, but… Ah. The past’s the past. Unchangeable. Immutable. And I wouldn’t want to change all that much, either. The people I met, the friends I made, the experiences I now can call my own… They are special and dear to me. Those parties I just described… They are some of those special memories. Wonderful people, wonderful nights, long, tired drives on nightly Autobahns to excellent music. Good times. Good times. With change came the good.

And so it will do again, if I play my cards right.
Yesterday’s post was slightly cryptic, but I still had to process some things. This processing is now mostly done.

I got the keys to my new home.
I signed and counter-signed the contract in duplicate.
I paid the security deposit.
It’s… Mine. (Well, rented, but… You get the picture!)

So it was only fitting to play this song again.
To make you listen to it.

This song is my bell, ringing in a new chapter.
Giving me hope that 2012 will be a different year, filled with change and dynamism. Filled with good things. Filled with me turning things around again. Fuck knows I really want to!

So, yeah. What Was Her Name.
What WAS her name? I couldn’t tell you, to be honest. 2004-2005 were… Wild years. And I didn’t even drink… *g*

So, yeah.
Ring on that bell for me. I intend to change more than just my address in 2012.
And I will take this song to christen my new flat when it’s done.
I will also take it to exit this year and enter the new one. Even if I have to bludgeon a DJ to death for it. ;)

Oh! Yeah.
I mentioned the Blackstrobe Remix.
Here it is.
It’s longer, darker, heavier and has slightly more “bang”. It’s again one of those tracks I really miss hearing on the dancefloor. But, alas, T-Club, Blade and Saint are all gone now. *sniff*

Let’s realize irony.

I was hell-bent on giving you a 2000’s song today. And I /kinda/ am. But, not really as it turns out.
Because AS it turns out, I haven’t read into this song’s history that much so I was in for a surprise today.

The song that I was firmly believing to be a 2002 song, is actually a song that was recorded in 1998 (thus chiefly influenced by the 90s), released on an album that came out in 2000 (thus still chiefly being influenced by the 90s) and not doing so well at first (thus being like many of my favourite songs).

But still. It’s a short tune, but one that’s deeply important to me, because when I started going out to dance regularly in 2002, it was one of those songs I heard nearly every week. It’s video was also on heavy rotation on my favourite music TV channel (RIP, VIVA2, RIP), so I was doubly exposed to it. Never feeling a need to buy the album or the single as I was listening to it nearly every day for free.

I also just realized that the video is an unholy hybrid of late 1990s style, sprinkled with a fat spray of irony and exhibiting the first defining elements of the coming 2000s and… Well… Fuck. When I went out in a non-goth fashion, that was the kind of crowd I found myself in. That were the kind of SITUATIONS I found myself in! Especially 2003 and 2004 were fucking wild in this regard. Travelling to Copenhagen while being in a long-distance relationship in Germany and meeting a cute Danish gal from another part of the country entirely and flirting like mad with her, even falling in love a bit… That was pretty damn Bohemian.

Aaaaand I think that some of you now know which song I will expose you to.
If you guessed right, mention it. If not… I’d love to hear what you thought it would be!

[Oh, yeah, blow this up. Watch it Large! Much better that way.]

Dandy Warhols – Bohemian Like You [Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia] | 2000(1998) | Alternative

[expand title=”Lyrics”]You got a great car
Yeah, what’s wrong with it today?
I used to have one too,
Maybe I’ll come and have a look.
I really love
your hairdo, yeah
I’m glad you like mine too,
See what looking pretty cool will get ya?

So, what do you do?
Oh yeah, I wait tables too.
No, I haven’t heard your band,
‘Cause you guys are pretty new.
But if you dig on vegan food
Well come over to my work
I’ll have them cook you
Something that you’ll really love.

’cause I like you
yeah I like you
and I’m feeling so bohemian like you
Yeah I like you yeah I like you.
And I feel whoa ho woo
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

Whose that guy
Just hanging at your pad
He’s looking kinda bummed
Yeah, you broke up, thats too bad.
I guess it’s fair if he always pays the rent
And he doesn’t get bent
about sleeping on the couch when I’m there.

‘Cause I like you
yeah I like you
And I’m feeling so bohemian like you
Yeah I like you
Yeah I like you
And I feel whoa ho woo!
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh

I’m getting wise and
I’m feeling so bohemian like you
It’s you that I want, so please
Just a casual, casual easy thing
Is it?
it is for me
And I like you yeah I like you
and I like you I like you I like you
I like you I like you I like you
I like you and I feel
Whoa ho woo!
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh [/expand]

Also, getting home with a girl and finding her ex-boyfriend there? … Happened to me twice last decade. Both times pretty damn fun and hilarious. And still worthy of being remembered. I guess that makes up for the few girls who came home with me and found that my ex-girlfriend was driving the car, or that I had an early breakfast-date with her the next morning.

That song makes me smile for a very different reason, too: It was ironic and hipsteriffic in 1998/2000/2001 before the whole hipster-movement took of like that. It was also ironic on a meta-level, making fun of the band and their own scene within the lyrics and the video. And, well, now that thing where I thought that the song was older than it actually is while having firmly chosen it as the initial non-90s song yesterday night. More ironic than Alanis Morissette will ever be inside her lyrics. Although I guess the irony of THAT song was that none of the things she called ironic were actually ironic but called the song “Ironic” anyway. [I’m actually kinda scared that I remembered how to write her name correctly without looking it up…]

And if THAT was meta enough for you, I’m happy enough to oblige.
Everybody else can kick my ass the next time you see me. ;)

Transmission over for today, folks.