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The Sixteenth Day of Mellowmas: Boyleful, Not Triumphant

Jeff: So, Jason. Christmas music. Jason: I feel like however I respond to this is going to be the wrong response, but okay. Yes. Christmas music. Jeff: I’m sitting here thinking about how much Christmas music has changed in the years since we started doing this Mellowmas thing. Remember when you only saw a handful of holiday releases every year? Jason: *sigh* I do remember. It was something to be excited about. Back when Air Supply released their Christmas album. Love is all, Jeff. Jeff: These days, it seems like every damn artist has to have one. Even artists who aren’t dried up like Air Supply! Jason: I will kill you dead, you son of a bitch. Jeff: MAJOR artists be releasing Christmas albums, Jason. MULTIPLE Christmas albums, even. We’re talking artists who sell MOTHER-IN-LAW type units. Jason: Yes, this is true. EVERYBODY is releasing a Christmas album. Buble! Groban! Celine! Jeff: You’re totally on the right track here. Jason: Ed Chabot feat Martin Jagodensky! Jeff: No, turn back! Think of artists who can afford …

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Like, Omigod! Digging Through the ’80s Pop Culture Box, Part 3

Still on Disc One of this compilation, and get a load of this line-up! This may, in fact, be the single Mellow Gold-iest article we’ve ever done or will ever do on Popdose. #11 Air Supply, “Lost In Love” (1980) #3 in the Hot 100, #1 Adult Contemporary. Chris Holmes – I was fairly oblivious to the whole Air Supply phenomenon, although I think my mom had one of their cassettes. Something with a hot air balloon on it perhaps? Anyway, I guess this is a great song for someone who heard “I’m Not in Love” and thought, “You know, I really did like that 10cc song but it was just a bit too intense.” Jack Feerick – The opening acoustic guitar briefly threatens something elegant and folky. No such luck. What “Lost In Love” does demonstrate, though, is how much country-and-western is in Air Supply’s musical DNA. That loping rhythm, the pinpoint bass, the occasional overplaying of bored sessionmen, the overload of keyboard fairy-dust — all of it, straight outta Nashville, for better and …

Friday Night Videos!: Christmas Eve Edition

The Popdose Staff thought that the best way to celebrate the second to last day of Mellowmas was to set the DeLorean back to the glam year of 1980, virtually the dawn of music television. Well, kinda, but not quite. MTV premiered in 1981, and promotional films for songs had long been a tool for bands and artists. However, it wasn’t yet a necessary tool for all artists, and so we were taking a real shot in the dark with some of the songs here (incidentally, not a holiday track in the bunch! Rejoice!), but what better way to spend Christmas Eve than huddled, sad and lonely, around your computer monitor watching old music videos? Well, it’s too late to RSVP for that swinging party down the street, so take a swig of that egg nog, adjust your Santa cap and stop fiddling with your candy cane. It’s time to boogie. THREE FRENCH VOTES Olivia Newton-John – Magic: The beginning and end of this week’s list shows the seismic change in the culture, from the …

Bootleg City: Spoon, 11/8/07

Remember last week when I was duped into thinking I’d been sent that Air Supply bootleg by a guy named “R. Murdoch”? It never crossed my mind that “R.” might be short for Rupert, as in Rupert Murdoch, the Australian media mogul and megazillionaire who owns the New York Post, the Wall Street Journal, 20th Century Fox, Fox News, the Fox network, and three-quarters of the world’s fox population, be they animal or female. Rich guys like Mr. Murdoch don’t miss a beat. Last weekend, while waiting for his online purchase of Transformers star Megan Fox to finish downloading, he apparently decided to google his name for fun, and up popped the insinuation that he enjoys Air Supply’s special brand of southern-hemisphere soft rock. “I’d rather have me wedding tackle chopped off than listen to those two drongos!” he said in an e-mail I received Saturday afternoon. Turns out he’s an Olivia Newton-John fan, but unfortunately I don’t have any bootlegs from the star of Two of a Kind. (I know, I know — nobody remembers …

Death by Power Ballad: REO Speedwagon, “I Needed to Fall”

One of my favorite things about joining the Popdose brother/sisterhood is the fact that I have found a group of people whose taste in music is as broad and, on occasion, wussified as my own. For example, my illustrious editor, Jason Hare, has seen Air Supply live (recently!), and no one busts his balls for it, at least not in any serious, make-Jason-cry kinda way. Those who bow at the altar of the Two-Headed Russell know they’ve found a kindred spirit in Jason, possibly even a virtual gang of them. There is a safe haven for us all under the banner of the ‘Dose. Say hallelujah, say amen. And then there’s REO fucking Speedwagon. I’ve proudly flown the flag for Kevin Cronin (or K-Crone, in street parlance) and the boys ever since I bought Hi Infidelity at the Record Town in Woodbridge Mall back in ’81. However, reactions from the Popdose staff are mixed for the man who said he would love us for-eh-vurr. And while I’m not the kind of fan who would engage …

CD Review: Frank Sinatra, “From the Heart”

Frank Sinatra – From the Heart (2009, Legacy) purchase this album (Amazon) Valentine’s Day – depending on your walk of life, it’s either a splendid day of warm, romantic thoughts and a gimme so far as “gettin’ some tonight,” or it’s a Hallmark sham of an institution to remind us that all our friends are happily married and having kids, but we’re about to dip our Doritos into another vat of guacamole all alone. Since I’m flying solo this year, guess who’s fattening up on avocado? You don’t have to be a heartless cynic to see the strings attached to this high holiday of chocolate-covered, heart-shaped, red crepe emotion. Take, for instance, Sony Legacy’s From The Heart collection. Eight CDs cut and pasted together to capitalize celebrate the spirit of l’amour, all representing a different demographic: Billie Holliday and Miles Davis if you love it jazzy, Babyface if you love it smooth and sensitive, The Isley Brothers if you don’t mind a little rugburn with your affection, Dolly Parton if you like doin’ the nasty …

The Nineteenth Day of Mellowmas: Archiemas!

Jason: So before we start, Jeff, I’d like you to tell our readers about how you felt when this CD showed up on your doorstep. Sent lovingly by yours truly. Jeff: Well, for some strange reason, you insisted on requiring a signature for delivery. Jason: That wasn’t me. That was Amazon. But okay, I’ll take the credit. Jeff: And the UPS guy happened to show up when I wasn’t home.  So I spent an entire day wondering what wonderful gift someone might have sent me. Jason: Go on. Jeff: Something so precious that it needed a signature. Jason: Yes. YES. Jeff: It had to be valuable! Jason: Like a delicate Christmas ornament! Or a puppy! Jeff: Mayhap! And then the guy showed up, and it was just this dinky little box. And I opened it…and then… Jason: Go on… Jeff: Hang on, I need a moment. Jason: Take your time. Our readers will wait. Jeff: I opened it, and there…There was this THING… Jason: …Yes? Yes? Jeff: Oh, it was awful. Jason: Tell me. Tell …

The Sixth Day of Mellowmas: Boltonmas!

We try not to repeat artists we’ve covered in years past during The 25 Days of Mellowmas, but today we make an exception. We had to. Look at that album cover below.  Look at stupid, smug Michael Bolton.  Look how he’s taunting us, almost saying, “take your best shot, assholes.”  Mr. Bolton, the gauntlet has been thrown! Michael Bolton — Silent Night (download) From Swingin’ Christmas Amazon iTunes Jeff: So gentle and pretty. And Bolton isn’t even shouting! Jason: Didn’t we cover Bolton last year? Jeff: I feel like we did, yeah. Maybe it was “Silent Night.” Jason: No, we didn’t do this one. Last year he was yelling at us. Now he’s just kind of whimpering soulfully. Jeff: I can take a little Bolton when it’s restrained like this. Jason: This isn’t that bad, actually. Oooh, falsetto! Jeff: I do miss the mullet on the cover. He looks a little too respectable. Jason: I don’t hate this too much. I mean, it’s still Bolton, but it’s really not bad. Jeff: Wait, do you hear …

Into the Ear of Madness: Week 20 — More Power, Ballad Style

Over the next year Terje Fjelde has agreed to listen to nothing but David Foster on his iPod. He’s loaded the thing with over 1,200 songs produced, arranged, composed, and/or played by the man. A deal with the devil? He keeps wondering. I’m on vacation, spending the rest of the week by the Mediterranean, but hagen wouldn’t let me off the hook, so here’s a little something for you to enjoy while I’m away. Due to the circumstances, I’m afraid this week’s entry will be painfully short. I left my Fosterclopedia tools at home, so there’ll be no amusing anecdotes or pointless trivia to accompany the music. You may claim that I could have foreseen these events and written this week’s post ahead of schedule, and of course you’re absolutely right. But that’s just not how I work. To paraphrase David Foster, I’m “living for the moment” (from his 1990 solo album River of Love). “Hold Me Til the Morning Comes,” by Paul Anka We’re starting this week with a duet. You may remember my …

CAPTAIN VIDEO!: Air Supply, “Making Love Out of Nothing At All”

Greetings, Videots! Apologies for the long delay between transmissions, but apparently, some strange things were afoot at Mission Control — the S.S. M.T.V. wasn’t able to raise anyone at the home base for months. It seems as though everything’s back up and running now, so if you’ve got the stomach for it, let’s see what dreaded beast we’ve been able to drag out of the 1980th Dimension this month, shall we? Fuck! It’s Air Supply! CAPTAIN VIDEO! will understand if you want to run now, Videots — this could get ugly in a hurry. First of all, Air Supply sucks; second, Air Supply videos suck; and third, where Air Supply songs and videos go, dozens of impassioned housewives inevitably follow. In other words, we might very well soon be pelted with granny panties and harsh words from Airheads all over the Web. Are you still with us? Are you sure? Okay, let’s get this party started. Well, not a party, really; we are talking about “Making Love Out of Nothing At All,” after all. More …