Wednesday, May 12, 2010
He Sang His Balls Off For You, Baby
There are few artists who could fuck with your emotions like Harry Nilsson. His brilliance could stop you in your tracks. He'd rip your heart or make you laugh until you plotzed.
Exhibits A & B: "Without You" and "You're Breaking My Heart.
You know the former. Are you familiar with the latter?
"You're breaking my heart/you're tearing it apart, so fuck you."
You ever hear Harry sing "Save The Last Dance For Me," from the grossly underappreciated, John Lennon produced "Pussy Cats?" Or "Sleep Late, My Lady Friend?" Sure, there are the bad records, which aren't really that bad at all. They just aren't "Aerial Ballet" or "Nilsson Schmilsson." I'm considering a Nilsson mix for Friday, but I need to get a better vibe, which at the moment could be filed under "luck pushing." (The gods have been kind thus far, blessing me with some sort of music blog immunity. I need a day to think about it.)
Until then, please enjoy two takes of "Take 54," from another favorite of mine, "Son Of Schmilsson," in which Harry "sings his balls off for you."
TAKE 54 (ALTERNATE TAKE)