Well this is embarrassing. After basking in the achievement of having just reached the momentous target of publishing 100 posts; after being incredibly grateful to my band of blogging buddies for leaving such great comments and finally; after telling everyone I would carry on for another 100 posts – I now have writer’s (or should it be blogger’s) block!
To be fair it’s not really blogger’s block, it’s just that the list of ideas for “songs and stories” I have jotted down over the months for future posts, now seem a bit dull and boring. I always thought that writing about songs would be easy as I could never, ever run out of material, so could it be that my best stories are behind me? I do hope not. Also as a self-confessed anorak when it comes to listings, cataloguing and alphabetisation, that magical number 100 against “No. of Posts Published” on my WordPress Summary page, is a really tidy one, and when I next press the “publish” tab, it will turn into a bit of an untidy number 101.
Lots of significance however to the number 101 – There is of course the torture room in the George Orwell novel Nineteen Eighty-Four which has in turn been the inspiration for the Radio then TV show Room 101 where celebrity guests are invited to discuss their pet hates and persuade the host to consign them to that fictional room. Works well and hosted by the affable Frank Skinner whom I am warming to more and more as both he and I get older. His Saturday morning show on Absolute Radio is one of my favourites.
Although there have been many albums inspired by the aforementioned novel, the only one I remember personally is The Eurythmics’ soundtrack album for the film Nineteen Eighty-Four which contains the song Sexcrime (Nineteen Eighty-Four), but not something I have in my collection nor would I want to (too intense for my liking). Having lived in Aberdeen for the best part of the ’80s I do feel disloyal to Annie Lennox for having said that, especially as about half the locals I worked with claimed they’d been to school with her (must have been a very big school), but not one of my favourites from that era. Nonetheless Ms Lennox always gave 110 percent as they tend to say on those reality/singing/karaoke shows (or should that be 101%) and also gave us some very striking and androgynous looks over the years.
But back to the number 101 – It does of course also look very much like a “binary number” and if I remember correctly (ok I cheated and looked it up), it equates in decimal to the number 5. There have indeed been many bands and songs with the number 5 in their name – The Jackson 5, Maroon 5, The Dave Clark 5, Five and of course those personable Pearsons from Reading, 5 Star! As for songs, I recently featured that upbeat ditty from McFly called 5 Colours in Her Hair (although not sure if my readership appreciated that one too much).
I have kind of avoided mentioning Michael Jackson too much in this blog so far, and haven’t really come to terms yet with what became of him. It saddens me so much that the gorgeous little boy who first stepped out on stage with his brothers (the place he obviously found to be the most comfortable on earth), morphed into someone totally different and died in such a nonsensical manner. If like me, you were a pre-teen back in the early ’70s, The Jackson 5 were omnipresent and even had their own cartoon series (The Jackson 5ive). It was a must-watch show after coming home from school and they recorded just so many great songs during that era, this one being I Want You Back from 1970.
Final thoughts on the number 101 – Since starting this blog I have found myself in the company of some serious music buffs whose knowledge way surpasses my own and the first time I joined in with The Chain Gang, the link was to a song by the 101ers whom I hadn’t heard of until that point. They were the band that a young Joe Strummer (whose name has cropped up on these pages) left to join The Clash. The band’s name apparently came from the number of the squat they lived in at 101 Walterton Road, Maida Vale. I saw it as a “palindrome number” so came up with the suggestion Pacific State, the 1989 electronic chill-out track by that other palindromic outfit 808 State. Looking back, this choice was probably met with raised eyebrows as not the kind of thing you often see appearing over on The Chain. It was a favourite of an ex-colleague of mine, or rather I kept thinking it was whereas the one he actually did like was called Pacific Highway by someone else. It has become a great source of mirth however that I always got the two mixed up but ended up getting to like the wrong one better anyway. Oh yes, we know how to keep ourselves amused up here in Scotland during the long, dark, winter nights. (And, I only mentioned that because he is one of my very few real-life friends who know about this place.)
So, “What’s It All About?” – I think it’s just about having a bit of a crisis of confidence when sometimes you feel it’s best to quit whilst you’re ahead, but don’t really want to. Having revisited my list of “song and story” ideas however, there are definitely still quite a few in the tank, so you’re stuck with me for a while yet. I will quickly therefore get this post out of the way, as once onto number 102 it won’t seem quite so daunting and will simply be back to business as usual.
But wait a minute, before I go this post is all wrong (in more ways than one you might say) – I haven’t included a music clip or the lyrics yet! Fear not, in light of the fact that I have inadvertently revisited the Jackson 5‘s back catalogue by associating the binary number 101 with the decimal number 5, I am going to think back to 1972 when I was aged just 11 and loved watching the very young Michael Jackson sing lyrically inappropriate ballads, just for me. Got To Be There is a beautiful Motown track and is still one of my favourites from those much more innocent times. RIP Michael.
Got To Be There by Michael Jackson:
Got To Be There Lyrics
(Song By Elliott Willensky)
Got to be there, got to be there in the morning
When she says hello to the world.
Got to be there, got to be there,
Bring her good times and show her that she’s my girl.
Oh, what a feeling there’ll be
The moment I know she loves me.
‘Cause when I look in her eyes.
I realize I need her sharing the world beside me.
So I’ve got to be there, got to be there in the morning,
And welcome her into my world,
And show her that she’s my girl.
When she says hello world!
Got to be there.
I need her sharing the world beside me.
That’s why I’ve got to be there, got to be there
Where love begins and that’s everywhere she goes,
I’ve got to be there so she knows
That when she’s with me she’s home, yeah
Got to be there, got to be there, got to be there.
Got to be there, got to be there, got to be there.