Natural One – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday

I’m not a movie person, for the most part, because music, books, and television seem to dominate my entertainment preferences. I have about thirty flicks that I love, then after that, two hours is a way too much time for my attention deficit mind to deal. In less than 45 minutes I can hear a brilliant album. I’m a fast reader so in a weekend, I can blow through a novel. But when I do find a movie I enjoy, it’s usually because of the music.

For this week’s Twisted Mixtape Tuesday from my dear musical friend and colleague at www.raisedontheradio.com and her place www.jenkehl.com we listing songs we would’ve never heard had it not been for movie soundtracks.

Psychotic Reaction by Count Five – Drugstore Cowboy. I talked about his song in my 1960s Twisted Mixtape a few weeks ago. It’s a brilliant garage band, pre-punk classic. But I didn’t hear it for the first time until 1989, 24 years after it was recorded, because it was on the Drugstore Cowboy soundtrack.

Everybody Knows by Concrete Blonde – Pump Up The Volume. Yeah, I know, the cheesy Christian Slater as renegade DJ movie? It had Concrete Blonde, Wave of Mutilation by the Pixies, Henry Rollins & Bad brains doing Kick Out The Jams, Sonic Youth, Soundgareden, and Cowboy Junkie doing a Robert Johnson song. The soundtrack is amazing.

Dyslexic Heart  by Paul Westerberg – Singles. Look, EVERY song on the Singles soundtrack is a masterpiece. Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam’s best early song – State of Love in Trust, Drwon by Smashing Pumpkins, and even Paul’s other song Waiting For Somebody is terrific. But Dyslexic Heart is a personal theme song for me. If you don’t on the Singles soundtrack, that’s a YOU problem.

Stay by Lisa Loeb – Reality Bites. None of us would’ve heard this song without the movie. Lisa was an unsigned artist living next to movie star Ethan Hawke in New York City. He delivered her demo tape to director Ben Stiller and less than a year later she became the first person ever to hit number one on the billboard charts as an indie musician. Her story is real life Rocky Balboa.

Natural One by Folk Implosion – Kids. Disturbing movie I wish I’d never seen but it had a decent soundtrack highlighted by an indie back known for being weird and different. I bought in. This is an underrated 1990s classic.

Have You Seen Mary by Sponge – Chasing Amy. I like Detroit band Sponge’s debut album, Rotting Pinata, in 1994, but their follow up, Wax Ecstatic was a disappointment except for this song which I first heard on the Chasing Amy soundtrack.

Are you looking for something interesting and music driven to read? I have two for you. My books, The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Everybody Knows

Last time with Trever Hoyt: https://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/

Groggy and sore, the melodic crunch of shattered glass under his dark blue neoprene bodysuit startled him. He sat up, as if awakened in a coffin, and stared at the night sky blotted by thirty stories of a high-rise office building. His last memory was fighting with Kagan, pulling him away from Ingrid and over one-hundred dinner guests.

He placed two fingers on Kagan’s neck. There was no pulse. The sirens of police cars and ambulances competed with a stiff breeze in his exposed right ear. Part of his cowl was cut away. A police car swerved into the alley. It’s headlights invaded his sight.

“Freeze! Police! Step away from the body with your hands on your head.”

Finding Ingrid and a safe place to hide were his only concerns. He heard guns drawn and calculated less than two seconds to bound over the car. After clearing the police cruiser and landing a hundred feet away, he was at the intersection of the alley and the main street which ran in  front of Ingrid’s building. By the time he arrived at the revolving front door, a crowd of over several dozen people populated the lobby.  The mirrored vestibule and large windows showed how much of his mask was torn away by the glass. Panic set in and he turned to run. A woman’s muffled voice came through.

“Don’t go, Trever! Everybody knows who you really are, now!”

He stopped, as if Ingrid’s sob-filled shout was a brick wall. Trever turned back to the stunned audience inside the building and traveled through the circular entrance. He was no longer anonymous in shadow. The throng of onlookers circled around him. Trever Hoyt pulled the rest of the mask from his sweat-glistened face and stepped toward the open arms of a tearful Ingrid.

*****blogger’s note*****

I’m headed to see the new Batman movie, The Dark Knight Rises. In preparation and spirit I thought I’d revisit the superhero character I created for Trifecta a few months ago. I get so sick of the characters in the superhero movies having obvious alter egos and the people not figuring them out. So, here’s a twist. Everyone knows the superhero actually is. It’s also in response to Write On Edge’s Robert Frost poem prompt for Red Writing Hood “We dance around in a ring and suppose But the Secret sits in the middle and  knows? http://writeonedge.com/2012/07/red-writing-hood-prompt-the-secret-sits/

One of the most underrated bands ever is Concrete Blonde. Here’s a song I played often in college. Everybody KNows. It fits the story and the prompt perfectly. This song was in the movie Pump Up The Volume. Johnette’s voice soars.

Everybody Knows

Last time on Soul To Body: https://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/03/15/panic-switch/

He listened to Mallory’s twang as she picked apart her muffin. From her stylish red-streaked hair that touched her shoulders to a recent manicure to her v-neck t-shirt showing plenty of cleavage; she tried too hard. His thoughts drifted to his late wife who always presented a smooth sexiness. Mallory was pretty but his wife was beautiful. His phone vibrated several times so he pulled it from his jeans. It was his teenage daughter.

“Are you with Mallory?”

He glared across the table. Mallory leaned forward to read the message

“It’s Violet? Guess I should keep our business off Facebook?”

****blogger’s note***

This is my response to Tara’s guest post of 100 word song, this week. She chose Satisfied by Ashley Monroe. My interpretation is also a short story episode of Soul To Body. You can find the rest of the story, so far, here: https://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/soul-to-body/

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

Today’s song is from one of my favorite bands in college days of late 80s/early 90s; Concrete Blonde. They made depressing beautiful. Here’s a song perfect for this story and a companion to Tara’s pick, Satisfied, Everybody Knows.