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Showing posts with label top ten list thingy things. Show all posts

Tuesday

LOLLIPOP, YOU'RE THE SUCKER

Long long ago, when I was young and naive, I snuck into a skeezy dance club with my roommate's brother's best friend, a dimpled absolute cutie called Jordan. We were both underage, and in costume for the Halloween Bloc Party, and we'd gotten separated from our friends, and wandered into the dance club, Evolution or Revolution or some silly name.

They were playing Britney, and Jordan leans in and says, "You know, I used to think I was meant to marry Britney Spears because we have the same birthday." It was hilarious - well, it seemed hilarious to me at the time. So we got drunk and made out, and of course the next day realised (in my case pretended to realise) that we'd made a huge mistake. It's what you do I suppose, when cute dimply people called Jordan tell you let's-pretend-this-didn't-happen and oh-by-the-way-I'm- joining-the-army.

My ex was semi-stalking me at the time: weepy phone calls, angry confrontations at my favourite pub, drunken appearances at my doorstep at 3am, contrite emails, the works. So the tryst at the nightclub was a sweet, brief interlude that left me with, if nothing else, a strange and lasting fondness for Britney Spears.

And a fondness for at least some of the artists who seem to share at least some of my fondness for Britney. So here's another top ten list, in no particular order, of my favourite versions of the Britster's three most covered songs from three different periods in her career: Baby One More Time, Toxic, and Womanizer.

BABY ONE MORE TIME: Who doesn't love Britney's breakout single, and occasionally mouth it in front of the mirror, both fists clenched over the hairbrush microphone? "My grandma, that's who" is not a valid answer! You know you've done it too! What else would you be doing while takin' those purported "long showers" in there! Travis did a satisfyingly angsty (and satisfyingly Irish accented) cover of the song, replete with aforementioned clenched fists, clenched jaws, generally clenched everything.

TRAVIS, Baby One More Time


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The Bowling for Soup version completely bowled me over (ooh clever pun there, haha!). Bonus points for being featured in Freaky Friday, starring my other favourite child-star-turned-teen-pop-princess whose existential fuck-ups seemed to echo the rising and falling cadences of my own adolescence. Thanks to Lindsay (we're on first-name basis in my mind) and Britney (ditto) my wordless teenage heartache-y cries of "No-one understands me!" (okay not wordless obviously) were quickly amended to, "Lindsay would understand, because she has Known Pain!"

And for sheer glorious so-bad-it's-good-ness, there's Chad Michael Murray, for the memorable scene in Freaky Friday where he pulls a John Cusack (Say Anything) or Mike Myers (So I Married An Axe Murderer) by serenading his ladylove in the rain. Is that his real voice? Jesus.

CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY, Baby One More Time
and BOWLING FOR SOUP, Baby One More Time


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Nevertheless, the top spot for Baby One More Time covers, and trust me I wavered between them and Bowling for Soup for the longest time, goes to... *drumroll* ...FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE! from their 2005 album Out-Of-State Plates. Yep, the same band that gave us Stacy's Mom.

FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE, Baby One More Time


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They didn't release a music video, so that's just a still from their album cover.

TOXIC: Can't say I was ever a huge fan of this song. Toxic came out at the end of 2003 (thank you Wikipedia) after the horrid breakup with Justin Timberlake (now I heart JT as much as the next person, but that whole episode where he outed Britney as not a virgin? not cool, JT.) and the abomination that was Crossroads. The gross-tastic on-stage make-out with Madonna didn't help. Britney circa November 2003 was teetering at the top of the pop world.

But Toxic did lend itself to some creative interpretation: Mark Ronson's version features some badass rapping (not that I can tell badass rapping from not-so-badass rapping, though I suspect Snoop Dogg would fall in the second category?). But between this and Alesana's screamo punk take, I think there's no question that the latter rules.

ALESANA, Toxic


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But what really made me reconsider my not-so-glowing impression of Toxic was Israeli singer Yael Naim's cover. Naim's accent and enunciation transforms a slightly robotic (even by pop standards) dance floor hit into a thing of beauty and pain, an insta-anthem for high school kids in emo eyeliner worldwide.

YAEL NAIM, Toxic


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WOMANIZER: I heard Womanizer on the radio long before I even realized that Brits was BACK. A favorite with the worthy gentlemen at the cafe I worked at, Womanizer played on endless loop along with Estelle's American Boy and the Pussycat Dolls remix of Jai Ho. It was hard to ignore it, and it was even harder to keep the swish from my hips as I served the customers coffee and toasted sandwiches. And before I knew it, everyone and their monkey had done a cover version of the song.

At the bottom of the pile would be the jarring, tuneless rendition by an otherwise awesome band, Franz Ferdinand... except, that spot has been reserved for the All-American Rejects, who prefaced their dull-as-carpet version with a truly obnoxious and unfunny declaration mocking the song and claiming that they could do it better than Britney. Try again in a million years, grease head.

You've gotta love a band that calls itself Timid Tiger. Add the fact that it's a geeky German electro hip hop group, ah the love, I can feel it overflowing. You go, Timid Tiger.

TIMID TIGER, Womanizer


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How do you beat geekelicious Germans? With dorky French pop phenom Sliimy, whose falsetto renderings are nevertheless pitch-perfect and miraculously non-shrieky, of course.

SLIIMY, Womanizer

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Lily Allen's version of the song is probably the most well-known cover, and for good reason. Her rendition sounds like it's on the verge of taking a running leap off a cliff - in a good way. A very very good way.

LILY ALLEN, Womanizer


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And again, it was hard for me to decide which I liked better - the Lily Allen cover or the Ladyhawke version. And I'd have to go with Ladyhawke, by a slim as salami margin, because in addition to the same palpable undercurrent of tension, there's the awesomeness of Ladyhawke herself. Not that Lily Allen isn't awesome. Oh hell, I can't decide.

LADYHAWKE, Womanizer


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So, here's the roundup!

10 Timid Tiger
09 Alesana
08 Travis
07 Yael Naim
06 Chad Michael Murray (funny and short!)
05 Sliimy
04 Bowling for Soup
02 Tied between Lily Allen and Ladyhawke
01 Fountains of Wayne!

BEST OF THE SEVENTIES DANCE HITS

When my gay Filipino best friend was little, he told his mum that he wanted to marry an Indian girl so they could do Bollywood dance together. My childhood fantasies weren't too different, except that instead of dancing, I would play piano and sing tragic songs. Unfortunately for me, I grew up with a mum who was not into tragic piano, and insisted on turning up the radio and dancing down the staircase with a dramatic pause at the landing, much to my consternation. (She was very young.)

It is a well-known fact (I'm sure) that kids with gregarious, extroverted parents grow up painfully shy - I grew up with stammering legs. My private nightmare (well, one of my top ten private nightmares) is being at a tame gathering of friends and having it morph into an impromptu dance party. At the first sign of a drumbeat my legs get tongue-tied. My little sister has inherited my mother's impeccable sense of rhythm - I got my dad's two hairy left feet.

For my mum's birthday, then, here are my favourite dance hits from the 1970's and by the "1970's" I mean 1965-1980, they're from movies that came out before I did, but after Technicolor and Elvis and the end of colonial rule in Africa (yeah I totally just Wikipedia-ed that). So whether you're looking to impress that Indian cutie in class (me) by bustin' out these movie moves, or to amuse a bunch of drunk friends after you've watched all the Ali G videos on YouTube, you'll find that this list provides sufficient material to make you cringe with embarrassment the next day.

10. DIL KYA KARE from Julie (1975)
This song would be a lot higher on the list but for the hideousness of the video. If even someone with my dubious tastes finds the guy's choice of attire and constant rubbing-up-against-each-other nightmare-ish, well, you know what to expect. [Button-down shirt unbuttoned and tied at the belly to reveal carpet chest, matched by - oh god, my eyes - cut-off Daisy Duke shorts.] Also noteworthy is the Bollywood phenomenon of pregnancy by suggestive writhing in the grass. Abstinence does not work, people.



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9. AAJ KAL TERE MERE PYAAR from Brahmachari (1968)
I'm not a big fan of Shammi Kapoor, but the man managed to find his way into some of the best dance numbers of the time, with some of the most spirited dance partners (see also Entry #7 below). Praan I'm sorry to say loses points for not looking appropriately dastardly or sporting a fabulously villainous mustache.



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8. AAP JAISA KOI from Qurbani (1980)
Zeenat Aman was not the most talented of actresses and dancers, but she wasn't too bad either. Unlike Parveen Babi or Rekha, she wasn't drop-dead gorgeous... or maybe the camera-man's unhealthy attachment to soft focus didn't do her justice. But there's something almost endearingly adolescent about her awkwardness, not in a gross or pervy way, oh man I'm really digging myself into a hole here. I just like her, okay? So deal.



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7. O HASEENA ZULFONWALI from Teesri Manzil (1966)

Helen on the other hand is probably the most insanely talented dancer that Bollywood has witnessed. Just as Asha Bhosle is the best singer Bollywood has produced. Lata is overrated, people.



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6. DUM MARO DUM from Hare Rama Hare Krishna (1971)
More Zeenat! And in the top 6 are Bollywood's dance staples, and knowing them will give you insider status, like, instantly. And you know what that means... free pot.



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5. MEHBOOBA MEHBOOBA from Sholay (1975)
I apologise for the relentless hirsuteness of Indian men. I suspect it is genetic, unlike the leer, which takes practice.



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4. LEKAR HUM DEEWANA DIL from Yaadon Ki Baarat (1973)
You probably can't tell just by looking at him, but the dancing dude is not a pro dancer - armed with that guitar (which is probably a prop) he infiltrated the dancing troupe, for purposes as yet unknown, but possibly connected with the distinctly nefarious-looking bearded villain.
The waiter with the knowing look and head wiggle isn't really a waiter (if you notice he didn't even manage to get a matching outfit to blend in with the other wait staff) but he is obviously in cahoots with the dancer. But that in my mind adds to the Mystery and Suspense and makes this dance number utterly Awesome. Even without that dude rappelling between buildings or whatever the fuck he's doing. Holy fuck, is that Dharam? Well at least now we can establish that he is with the good guys.



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3. PIYA TU AB TO AAJA from Caravan (1971)
The vampiest - and campiest - of Helen's dance numbers, completely unnecessary for advancement of movie plot, but raises several questions, such as: What's in that drink that makes her instantly smashed but only improves her balance and coordination? And where can I get it?



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2. JAANE JAAN DHOONDTHA from Jawaani Deewani (1972)
Chubby man in a toupee plays hide and seek with coy sari-clad woman toting a tiny teddy, running around in the woods. Not that kind of teddy, and not that kind of wood either. 


SAY WHAT?
Jaane jaan Life of my life
dhoondtha phir raha I wander searching
hoon tumhe for you
raat din main night and day
yahaan se vahaan from here to there
Mujhko avaaz do Call out to me 
Chhup gaye ho sanam You're hidden, my love
Tum kahaan? Where are you?
Main yahaan! I'm here!
Tum kahaan? Where are you?
Main yahaan! I'm here!




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1. ROOP TERA MASTANA from Aradhana (1969)
Rajesh Khanna all hairy-chested and not-so-subtly indicating he would like to do sex with Sharmila Tagore. Nothing explicit, this is Bollywood, so fast-forward nine months and she has a baby, so the only smex you get is in retrospect. Kinda like real life I suppose. Yeah, kids, always carry a condom.

SAY WHAT?
Roop tera Your form is
Mastana intoxicating
Pyaar mera My love (for you)
Deewana crazy (out of control)
Bhool koi Some mistake (i.e. smex)
Humse na ho jaaye We shouldn't make!




 

And for more exuberant cheesiness, here's the '90's remix.