As a kid I drove my mother mad by incessantly playing The Sparks album “Kimono my house”. Russell Mael’s high pitched falsetto and Ron Maels’ repetitive keyboards grated…
Tonight went to see them at the Carling Academy Islington, an intimate venue, one of a series of 21 dates in which they play selected songs from each of their albums. Having missed the “Kimono my house” gig, it was the turn of the “Interior Design” 1988 album.
Ron looked identical but then he looked 50 even when he started in the 70’s. Russell has lost his prettiness and his curls but they are both in good shape. The band was tight and the music sounded contemporary…the great thing about being slightly avant-garde is that your music doesn’t date so rapidly. The audience were a mix of middle aged men in Saville row suits, rockers, and a surprising amount of young people. Funniest moment of the night was when Ron came out from behind his keyboards, did a stiff little dance and sang on his own. Huge applause and a wag shouted out “Go solo!” to much laughter.
I met Horton Jupiter of They came from the stars, I saw them, a similarly futuristic and keyboard based group who I’ve been a fan of for some time now.
Afterwards while scoffing the £3.50p all you can eat meal from Indian veg in Chapel Market, Horton explained how Madonna’s Like a Prayer is actually about blowjobs…
“When you call my name its like a little prayer
Im down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there”
The best bit in Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs was the beginning when they deconstruct Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin’:
“Like a Virgin” is all about a
girl who digs a guy with a big
dick. The whole song is a
metaphor for big dicks.
No it’s not. It’s about a girl
who is very vulnerable and she’s
been fucked over a few times.
Then she meets some guy who’s
You said “True Blue” was about a
nice girl who finds a sensitive
fella. But “Like a Virgin” was a
metaphor for big dicks.
Let me tell ya what “Like a
Virgin”‘s about. It’s about some
cooze who’s a regular fuck
I mean all the time, morning, day,
night, afternoon, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick,
dick, dick, dick, dick, dick,
How many dicks was that?
Then one day she meets a John
Holmes motherfucker, and it’s
like, whoa baby. This mother
fucker’s like Charles Bronson in
“The Great Escape.” He’s diggin
tunnels. Now she’s gettin this
serious dick action, she’s feelin
something she ain’t felt since
It hurts. It hurts her. It
shouldn’t hurt. Her pussy should
be Bubble-Yum by now. But when
this cat fucks her, it hurts. It
hurts like the first time. The
pain is reminding a fuck machine
what is was like to be a virgin.
Hence, “Like a Virgin.”
The fellas crack up.
So are all Madonna’s songs basically about sex?