I’m In Love, Eternally, With Concrete and Clay

Concrete and Clay was a #1 hit in 1965 on the UK Singles Chart. It made it to a respectable #28 on the US Billboard chart. Just popular enough, but obscure enough, to interest someone like Wes Anderson. Here it is, along with a protozoan-era music video:

Ya gotta love Unit 4+2’s vibe. By the look of them, they’re obviously going to do the record producer’s taxes after the session, or maybe do some retirement planning for elderly couples in Tunbridge Wells. It demonstrates ably that the sixties was two different decades wrapped into one. The first half looked like this, and the latter part was all feather boas and paisley shirts and satin carnival uniforms.  The song itself is seriously sprightly. It’s got a slightly exotic Brazilian beat, a copious amount of rebar on display in the video, and absolutely the correct amount of cowbell.

The band was called Unit 4 for a while, until they decided they could really use a guitar player and a drummer, hence the +2. The +2 turned out to be Russ Ballard and Bob Henrit. You think you don’t know who those two guys are, but you sort of do if you’re my age. They later hooked up with the keyboardist from the Zombies and made this earworm in the ’70s:

Yes, hair and clothing styles for performers had changed in the interim.

Anyway, let’s get back to Concrete and Clay. I was tickled when my sons started banging it out in their rehearsal space. My brother gave my son a cowbell for Christmas, and they immediately knew exactly what to do with it. I wish I had recorded it before I sold their practice room, mostly because it was attached to the rest of the house. But it was a song with legs, if you ask me. It’s peppy and obscure enough to be interesting, but familiar enough for people to respond to it when you start in with the cowbell.

Right? Isn’t it? Am I wrong here? I have my doubts now. I went looking around for covers of Concrete and Clay, but they’re vanishingly rare on these here intertunnels. Has my thinker upper failed me on this one? Let’s see who’s executing the song on the WooTube:

Whoah. A lot can be explained by the fact they’re German. Our Deutsche freunde are rarely noted for their cooking, but they’re really not noted for their sense of humor. Here’s a German joke:

Judge: So you had a disagreement with your neighbor over a parking space. You accosted them in the street, cursed at them, drove them into a forest, and beat them with a tree limb! Don’t you think that was taking things a little too far?

Defendant: You’re right, your honor. I should have beaten them right there in the street.

Oh well. Let’s head further north, and see How Ilkka & LPX paid homage to the tune:

The late sixties also introduced a lot of people to psychedelic drugs. But WooTube beats magic mushrooms, hands down.

Ronnie Lane and an Unexplained Rockette Perform Ooh La La

Ronnie Lane was a founding member of the Small Faces, and eventually just regularly sized Faces. He wrote several hits in the ’60s, including Itchykoo Park. He had an interesting and varied career after that. This is a combo he headed called Slim Chance. He was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis around the time this video was made. That’s an especially hard lot for a musician.

Ronnie’s girlfriend asked record producer Glyns Johns to organize a concert to fund a charity called Action for Research into Multiple Sclerosis. Ronnie’s friends were glad to help out. Ronnie’s friends were, according to the wikiup, “Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, Bill Wyman, Charlie Watts, Ronnie Wood, Kenney Jones, Andy Fairweather Low, Steve Winwood, Ray Cooper, James Hooker, Fernando Saunders, Chris Stainton, Tony Hymas, Simon Phillips and others.”

No man is a failure, who has friends. It’s not possible to get farther away from failure than Ronnie Lane.

So You Can’t Afford a House, Part Deux

Just a few years ago, it was pretty easy to find an old fixer-upper in Maine, priced at a pittance. A lot of it is gone now, swallowed up in the gray floor-gray walls-gray vinyl-siding maelstrom that has infected the flip this house world. But there’s still some out there. I showed you a shingle style palace for fifty grand last week. If you’re not in a Sangerville, Maine mood, I thought I’d show you that it wasn’t a one-off. How about this brown study, in Madison, Maine?

Madison isn’t as far-flung as Sangerville, so the cover charge is a little higher: $99,000. Madison has nearly 5,000 people in it, which makes it damn near a metropolis in Somerset County. At one time, the town was teeming with factories making things like horse carriages and window sashes and doors and coffins. Just about cradle to grave employment, there. The Kennebec River ambles through the center of town, and it served as the power company and the highway out of town. It helped make Madison into a lumbering town, which supplied the wood for all the factories. There was a paper mill in town, too, but it closed in 2016. I think it’s been re-purposed to make some sort of boondoggly eco-friendly something or other, but whatever they’re doing in there, it doesn’t smell like a paper mill any more when you drive by.

Back to the house. It’s got 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. As far as wrecks go, it’s not all that wrecked.

It’s a Victorian, but a very late Victorian. They banged the last nail in this thing just before banging the last nail into Old Vickie’s coffin. It’s more or less a Queen Anne Cottage style. Asymmetrical, multiple rooflines, clipped corners, bays, wrap-around porches, and lots of things to collect spider webs. It rambles out towards the back and has a nifty attached barn, which is in good repair and neat as a pin inside. That’s quite unusual around here. In general, people in Maine put things into their barns, and leave them there to age for fifty years or so until they figure they can throw them away without feeling bad about it. At my last house, I watched out the window while the neighbors, who had sold their house, cleaned out the garage. Everything but a car came out. My wife and I amused ourselves identifying the vintage of the stuff as it emerged. Hey look, it’s Burt Reynolds’ bachelor pad crushed velvet orange sectional sofa! We were dumbfounded at last, though, when an entire airplane came out of there. Only curse words would do it justice. A f@#$%ing plane!

Back to business. This Madtown fixer is the best kind of neglected. You can fix a house that’s been neglected. It’s constant remuddling that wrecks everything, and eventually makes houses worthless. This house isn’t worthless:

Everything needs a little attention, but nothing is ruined. The dangling outlet hints that you’ll be fishing new wires in the walls eventually, but honestly, after you steam off the wallpaper, you can bash away at the plaster, put in what you need in the way of Romex and plumbing, and patch it back up easily enough.

Holy cow, this place is just short of a palace inside:

OK, maybe not a palace. But you could cock a snook at your friends when you invited them over for dinner. You know, after you spent 10,000 hours fixing the place. C’mon, it’s got pocket doors and wainscotting!

Right off, it’s got a workable kitchen and usable bathrooms. With only a little preliminary work, you could camp out in this house without too much discomfiture, and bang on it to your heart’s content, or your heart’s failure, whatever comes first.

Taxes, at $200 per month, won’t break you. And Madison, while not exactly Tribeca, isn’t completely nowheresville. It has a sorta downtown with modestly impressive brick buildings, with things like bad restaurants and dope stores. Madison isn’t too far from Skowhegan, either, which has a more or less lively, downscale downtown. You could live in Madison, and almost like it. What’s stopping you?

Tuesday No Heavy Lifting Roundup

I went to they gym today. I haven’t been inside a gym in many, many moons. Hard work was always my gym. I don’t have a house to bang on anymore, so I decided to lift someone else’s weights for a change. Apparently, a gym has morphed into a place where about fifty percent of the people sit stock-still on very expensive-looking equipment and diddle with their phone. The other half are girls who are the same dimension in every direction watching teevee while lumbering up stairmasters. Both the equipment and the patrons are mostly spangled with purple and yellow for reasons that escape me. My wife and I go together. Apparently, this just isn’t done. The women on the stairmasters look daggers at my wife when she wipes off the seat on my machine while she’s doing hers, too.

So nothing looked like the Nautilus machine in our high school weightroom, which was considered state-of-the-art back then. I don’t recognize about half of the exercises. I haven’t seen CNN since the 1980s, but it’s on half the teevees of the forty screens. The other half were tuned to ex-football players in loud suits two sizes too small incensed that there are only fourteen cameras available to decide if a player made a first down.

Then I walked in the Men’s locker room. Finally, something familiar. That sweatsock smell.

Let’s get on with our Tuesday link pruning:

Nvidia’s $589 Billion DeepSeek Rout Is Largest in Market History

Nvidia shares tumbled 17% Monday, the biggest drop since March 2020, erasing $589 billion from the company’s market capitalization. That eclipsed the previous record — a 9% drop in September that wiped out about $279 billion in value — and was the biggest in US stock-market history.

I am reminded of the 1980s version of this phenomenon. A Japanese man on the subway turned to the fellow next to him and said he owned a dog worth a million dollars. The guy next to him didn’t believe him. He explained that the dog must be worth a million dollars, because he had traded two $500,000 cats for it.

No, Wall Street, DeepSeek is not “far superior”

The results vary across benchmarks, but on average, GPT-4o and Gemini-2 are better. You can see this on ChatBot Arena, for example. Even in the results published by DeepSeek’s authors themselves, you can see that in several tests, the model lags behind GPT-4o from May 2024—which, mind you, is currently ranked 16th on ChatBot Arena.

I tried DeepSeek. It was comparable to the Open AI chatbot from about a year ago. It’s nowhere near the latest version. I asked it for investment advice and it suggested a conservative, sandwich heavy portfolio.

FTC Takes Action Against GoDaddy for Alleged Lax Data Security for Its Website Hosting Services

GoDaddy’s unreasonable security practices include failing to: inventory and manage assets and software updates; assess risks to its shared hosting services; adequately log and monitor security-related events in the hosting environment; and segment its shared hosting from less-secure environments, according to the FTC’s complaint.

Maybe they should also investigate them for being the Hotel California of web service providers. You can check out any time you want, but your credit card can never leave.

Crampons have been used in Norway for over 1,000 years. Espen Kutschera has tested Viking-era crampons.

In the Icelandic Eyrbyggja saga, written in the mid-1200s, we hear about Frøystein, who was a bit smarter than Steintor. The latter latter seemingly forgot to wear the proper footwear: ‘Steintor struggled to stand as the ice floes were both slippery and slanted, while Frøystein stood firm on shoe crampons and struck hard and often.’

Stupid Steintor. I’ll bet he didn’t even rape and pillage correctly. No, Steintor, Froystein would say, you kill the dogs and rape the women, not the other way around.

Suspects in killings of Vallejo witness, Vermont Border Patrol agent connected by marriage license, extreme ideology

Maximilian Snyder, a 22-year-old data scientist arrested in Northern California on Friday on suspicion of murder, and Teresa Youngblut, the 21-year-old computer science student charged last week in connection with the shooting death of U.S. Border Patrol Agent David Maland, appear to follow a fringe, self-described “vegan Sith” ideology that started in the Bay Area and has connections to violence, according to police records, an interview with a person familiar with the group, and years of social media and blog posts reviewed by Open Vallejo.

A vegan sith. Okey dokey. Man, people who believe in nothing will believe in anything.

Google Maps to rename ‘Gulf of Mexico’ to ‘Gulf of America’ for US users

“As directed by the President, the Gulf of Mexico will now officially be known as the Gulf of America and North America’s highest peak will once again bear the name Mount McKinley,” the Interior Department said in a statement last week.

I’m a strict traditionalist in these matters. I suggested that the Gulf of Mexico be named “Here Be Monsters,” like it was originally.

US Balance of Trade In Goods By Country

The data is for the 11 months up to Nov 2024 and comes from the US census FT900 report. However, it should be noted that the data is for good only. The US actually has a slight trade surplus in services, but a very large trade deficit in goods.

Interesting map. For a country we’re supposedly sanctioning the bejeezuz out of, we’re running quite a trade deficit with Russia. And apparently, South America really likes Pepsi or shoulder fired missiles or something.

Big Brother Becomes Little Brother

Called Intelligence Community Directive 406, the order was signed on January 16 by then-President Biden’s Director of National Intelligence in the final days of the administration. It lays out new ways for spy agencies to capitalize on the information and expertise of these corporate superpowers, which could be anything from social media platforms to AI firms. It is not yet clear how the Trump administration plans to exercise these authorities.

In case the NSA is listening, I’d like to aver that I’m not currently doing anything wrong. But mostly because I’m kinda tired.

Have a great Tuesday, everyone.

Lazarus Bands

The Family Company is a loose agglomeration of artists pasted over a steady rhythm section of bass, drums, and keys. There’s a raft of similar outfits these days. We’ve had Scary Pockets on the blog before, in various wonderful iterations. Those nice kids from Connecticut have a similar outfit. How about Sugar Shack Sessions? We’ve had Leonid and Friends, and way back when, of course, the Leningrad Cowboys.

Not cover bands, exactly. Not tribute bands, no how. Not even remotely General Business bands. The most recent, quite successful ones like Scary Pockets remind me a little of the band War from back in the day. They were a rhythm section for Eric Burdon, and decided maybe they didn’t need the Eric Burdon portion of their paycheck removed after every performance. They had a ton of hits after they jettisoned the overfed, longhaired leaping gnome.

Anyway, these Lazarus bands resurrect old songs and give them new twists and with their fresh faces and new approaches. Fresh, but familiar is a winning combo in cover band music. These bands use YouTube to get people to come to their shows now, instead of the other way around. Recordings used to pay bigly, but streaming services have driven the royalties paid to artists into the floor. So they use social media to build a crowd, and then sell them tickets and merch in the real world to make their porridge payments. Whatever. As long as they keep making videos like this one, and picking out the right songs to resurrect, I’ll show up. Online, anyway.

People Are Occasionally Quite Nice To Each Other

It’s easy, and tempting, to simply doomscroll the intertunnel, looking for trouble. Pick your favorite intellectual rathole, and there’s a silo waiting for you. There’s no worldview too outre to come up empty. But sometimes, if you get to poking around, you find whole worlds off the beaten path that you never knew existed. They can serve to remind you that the world is not uniformly awful, and people are occasionally quite nice to each other.

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So You Can’t Afford a House, Eh?

So, everyone says they want a house, but they can’t afford one. Various explanations for this unaffordability are proffered. Interest rates are higher than they were for a short period a few years ago. That isn’t helping, although anyone who lived through the 1980s would snicker at you if you mentioned it. Wages haven’t kept up with inflation very well. But in general, what I hear, no matter what is being said about the topic, is that everyone thinks they should be able to live exactly where they prefer, and the houses should be cheap there. Uh-huh.

Good luck with that. I’d like to roll a different ball out onto the field. If you’re modestly intrepid, you can find a house for a relative pittance and live in it while you fix it. Then sell it, take the dough, and live where you want, or maybe do it more than once if you’re young and nimble. I’m living proof that it can be done. All you have to do is adjust your way of thinking about owning a home.

Everyone from realtors to talking heads on teevee refer to a home as “an investment.” It isn’t, at least in the way they’re blabbing about a roof over your head. A home is an expense. It may or may not be worth the money you spend on it, but it’s not an investment. For the most part, all the money you’ll gain if your house rises in value is just inflation rearing its actuarial head. Money is worth less, so the house eventually sells for more. You’re going to have to have an amazing nose for real estate to find a place where property goes from worthless to expensive without relying on inflation. You could have bought some bombed out property in many places in New York City back in the early 80s, and made a killing on it later. However, you’d also have to avoid someone making a killing on you in the interim, in a more direct way.

So, you’ll get no advice to buy rock-bottom real estate in murder capitals from me. But you can still find interesting and potentially valuable houses out in the sticks. And you can turn them into real investments, if you turn them into a part time job for yourself. I did it recently, and made a 900-percent profit on the deal. Tax-free, too, because as long as you live in it for at least two years before you sell it, you can make $250,000 before capital gains taxes kick in. Or $500,000, if you’re married, which I highly recommend. One of you can make peanut butter sandwiches while the other holds up the kitchen floor with a post jammed under the floor beams.

How about an example, Sippican? Sure thing.

Here’s a little number in Sangerville, Maine, that you can pick up for around $50,000:

Someone already thought they could make a killing with no effort on this place. They bought it four years ago for fifty grand, never touched it, and the town took it away from them this year because the house was unlocked and unattended, and they never paid their taxes on it.

It’s a 2,500 square foot, 5-bedroom, 2-bath Shingle Style wonder. Big old barn, too,

It needs some serious work, but so what? The more work it needs, the more money it will bring when you’re done. Unlike a lot of houses this age, the entire fabric of the place hasn’t been defaced with vinyl siding and gray plastic floors. Viz:

Sand the floor, replace the wallpaper, and put a fresh coat of clear on the wood work and you’ll be dining in style in no time.

The kitchen and baths won’t make it into Architectural Digest or anything, but so what? I’ve seen people ripping out ten-year old kitchens because they watched Better Homes Than Yours on teevee and noticed that everyone had quartz countertops instead of granite. Might as well plan on replacing everything in there. But I’ll bet those appliances still work. You can use them while you’re banging on the place.

Everyone is looking at this sort of project with the wrong idea. House flippers would love to wreck this place in their inimitable gray everything style, but the numbers won’t work. Not many people want to move to Sangerville, Maine from places where the trolleys run. It’s a tiny town in unfashionable Piscataquis County. You’ll have to be your own first customer. Buy it from yourself, as it were. When you’re done working on it, you can sell it to someone else in Sangerville whose house is still a mess, and doesn’t want to put in the work. Banks will lend them the money to give you a big return on your sweat and purple thumbs.

The smartest way to look at a house like this is to add up what it would cost to produce the same mess you see in the pictures. You’d have to find a 3/4 acre lot, then get town water and town sewer and electrical service to the place, and basically build a half-million dollar, partially completed structure to get the same value. Taxes? A hundred bucks a month. Crime? Well, there really isn’t any anywhere in Maine. If you’re willing to live in any city in the US, this place should hold no terrors for you.

There’s nothing to do in Sangerville. On Yelp!, the first two things to do and see are a farm stand, and sled dog excursions. The town’s only claim to fame is that the man who invented the machine gun once lived there. But then again, why would you need something to do in Sangerfield? Your house will be the biggest something to do in Sangerfield. If you need a hobby, you can stop trying to fix the wallpaper in the living room and fix the floor in this room for a change of pace:

So, you want a house.  Sangerville is over there. It’s only a matter of going.

Related: So You Can’t Afford a House, Part Deux

The How Did It Get To Be Thursday Already Trash Day

Well, we went down the happiness rathole on Tuesday, and fell into a reverie. Languor like that is hard to achieve, so I let it ride. But we must clean out our bookmarks toolbar, or it gets backed up like Javier Milei’s shower drain. Let’s get to it!

How to improve your WFH lighting to reduce eye strain

I work from home everyday, I am susceptible to eye strain, eye pain, and dizziness. Having a working environment that’s as easy on my eyes as possible is of critical importance. I hope that by sharing what I’ve learned, it can be helpful to you if you work from home, and like many, have experienced WFH eye strain.

Sometimes the eyestrain from my working from home setup is so bad I spill my tumbler of whiskey on my pajamas.

Florida man eats diet of butter, cheese, beef; cholesterol oozes from his body

What could go wrong with eating an extremely high-fat diet of beef, cheese, and sticks of butter? Well, for one thing, your cholesterol levels could reach such stratospheric levels that lipids start oozing from your blood vessels, forming yellowish nodules on your skin.

See, this is what happens if you skimp on bacon.

AI Mistakes Are Very Different from Human Mistakes

Humans may occasionally make seemingly random, incomprehensible, and inconsistent mistakes, but such occurrences are rare and often indicative of more serious problems. We also tend not to put people exhibiting these behaviors in decision-making positions. Likewise, we should confine AI decision-making systems to applications that suit their actual abilities—while keeping the potential ramifications of their mistakes firmly in mind.

I bolded that section to remind myself to ask this guy how long he’s been asleep. Van Winkle naps always leave you out of the loop.

‘Once-in-a-century’ discovery reveals spectacular luxury of Pompeii

Next door to this beautiful space, in a cramped room with barely any decoration, a stark discovery was made – the remains of two Pompeiians who failed to escape from the eruption. The skeleton of a woman was found lying on top of a bed, curled up in a foetal position. The body of a man was in the corner of this small room.

I’m put in mind of Twain’s visit to Pompeii in The Innocents Abroad:

But perhaps the most poetical thing Pompeii has yielded to modern research, was that grand figure of a Roman soldier, clad in complete armor; who, true to his duty, true to his proud name of a soldier of Rome, and full of the stern courage which had given to that name its glory, stood to his post by the city gate, erect and unflinching, till the hell that raged around him burned out the dauntless spirit it could not conquer.

We never read of Pompeii but we think of that soldier; we can not write of Pompeii without the natural impulse to grant to him the mention he so well deserves. Let us remember that he was a soldier — not a policeman — and so, praise him. Being a soldier, he staid, — because the warrior instinct forbade him to fly. Had he been a policeman he would have staid, also — because he would have been asleep.

Nevada Court Shuts Down Police Use of Federal Loophole for Civil Forfeiture

The case arose from the 2021 seizure of retired Marine Stephen Lara’s life savings during a traffic stop. Without any evidence that Lara committed a crime and without even charging him with a crime, NHP handed his money to the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), bypassing Nevada’s stricter forfeiture protections. Lara had to fight for months to get his money back, exposing how police used the federal program to sidestep state laws that require higher proof to seize property and give property owners the right to much more quickly present their case to a neutral judge.

I’ve had my life savings seized during a traffic stop, too. At a toll booth.

Miracle Cures and Murder For Hire: How A Spoon-Bending Turkish Magician Built A $600 Million Nasdaq-Listed Scam Based On A Lifetime Of Lies

Invoking his close friendship and mentee relationship with Dr. Anthony Fauci and his relationship with Bill Gates, Dybul called Gumrukcu a “rare genius” who had come up with platforms to cure HIV, hepatitis B, all strains of influenza, Zika, dengue fever, and COVID. Dybul also wrote that the now-accused murderer was “deeply compassionate, empathetic, and approachable”, providing his “strongest recommendation”. In February 2017, Gumrukcu was arrested by authorities after the State of California accused him of a slew of white-collar crimes, including fraud, identity theft, and check kiting – a total of 14 felonies.

I once received a resume from a job applicant that said he had worked for Bin Laden. I thought it might have been better for him if he left that off. But I think I’d rather put that on my resume than mention those two guys.

How shutdown Bay Area tech companies ditch their fancy gear fast

“Most companies, to be honest with you, don’t have any plan,” Carroll said. “When you get your VC funding, you go out and you spend like mad, and next thing you know, ‘We’re running out of money.’ But had you gone and bought $200,000 worth of furniture from an auction, you could have saved $150,000.”

Well, on second thought, let’s not go to Camelot San Francisco. It is a silly place.

1995-2025: The Decline of Germany & Japan vs US & China. Can All-Purpose Robots Fuel a Comeback?

In 1995, in terms of nominal gross domestic product (GDP), a combined Germany and Japan were almost 1:1 economically with a combined USA and China, according to IMF (see chart above). Only 3 decades later, this ratio is now down to 1:5! Self-replicating AI-driven all-purpose robots may be the answer. Around 2000, Japan still was the country with the most robots; Germany was 2nd. Today, China is number 1. However, most existing robots are dumb. They are not adaptive like the coming smart robots that will learn to do all the jobs humans don’t like, including making more such robots.

No.

Well, he asked, so I told him. This is not going to save Germany:

People Are The New Brands

One might argue that Abby Phillip is a person. But this neglects the intimate nature of podcasting as a medium. Abby Phillip reads off a teleprompter, wears makeup and a suit, and sits in a multimillion-dollar production studio. Rogan wears a T-shirt and talks with his buddies in a room that looks like a converted garage. For millions of Americans, Rogan isn’t a newscaster or even a celebrity, he’s a friend. And you will find this dynamic at all the top podcasts in America. (Side note: I surveyed 10 friends on their preference between Abby Phillip vs. Joe Rogan; none of them knew who Abby Phillip was.)

Neither did I. Then again, I only know Joe Rogan as the electrician on NewsRadio.

MasterCard DNS Error Went Unnoticed for Years

The payment card giant MasterCard just fixed a glaring error in its domain name server settings that could have allowed anyone to intercept or divert Internet traffic for the company by registering an unused domain name. The misconfiguration persisted for nearly five years until a security researcher spent $300 to register the domain and prevent it from being grabbed by cybercriminals.

I think it’s amusing that web developers are Exhibit A. for people who say proper spelling is unimportant. By the way, MasterCard didn’t even thank the guy who alerted them to this.

Have a good Tuesday, everyone. It should be easier now that you have two days experience at dealing with it.

Over On the Corner, There’s a Happy Noise

So yesterday reader and commenter Blackwing asked the question, “I’m curious, what’s your #1 sunniest song?” I’d offered I Can See Clearly Now, originally performed by Johnny Nash, as being in the running for the sunniest song ever. That doesn’t mean it’s not Numero Uno or anything. It just seems to me that music isn’t a competition. The possibility of a thousand-way tie is more likely than a Top Ten list. But I’ll give the question a whirl.

It’s only fair that I pull rank a little. For a long time, I played in a cover band that specialized in playing Happy Hours. By definition, we played happy music. If songs didn’t make the audience happy, they’d go over the side in a heartbeat. So I’m bound to have more experience with this sort of thing than many others.

We also have to stipulate for the record that I’m going to refer only to songs that are manifestly and thoroughly happy. There are many, many songs that might end up on a list like this that are at least partially wistful. Things sucked, but now they don’t, one-two-three-four. I’m leaving those out, too, or the list is going to look like a phone book.

So here goes. These are the happiest, sunniest songs I can tease out of my cobwebby brain. Feel free to add some of your own in the comments.

If you don’t mind, we’ll skip past the Gregorian Chants and hurdy gurdy music and so forth, and skip forward to locate the happiest song to emerge from Classical Music. A Little Night Music:

Then Beethoven showed up and we ended up with Romantic music, which wasn’t very often. It was mostly solipsistic, and you have to wade through a lot of stuff that sounds like another invasion of Poland to get to the Ode to Joy. Hard pass from there on in.

Luckily opera showed up and saved the day. There were a lot of jolly murders, and plenty of tubby girls stepping out on their significant others. They also perfected an entire art form: Brindisi, otherwise known as the Drinking Song.

Opera was the pop music of the early 20th century, but two world wars and some depressions and pandemics and similar amusements kinda put a damper on manifestly happy music. Even songs like Happy Days Are Here Again have a tacit acknowledgement that happy days had been seen on milk cartons for some time. So we’ll leave them out.

When the wars were over, people didn’t want to hear anyone crying in their beer anymore. They put fins on their cars and men into space and atoms in their bombs. They wanted to party. America led the way, but even when Europeons tried to skewer the vibe, they ended up making the best advertisement for it yet: You Want To Be an American

You can watch Sophia Loren shimmy to it if you prefer.

Postwar life was all about simple things like finding a mate, having some kids, and figuring out where to live. It lent itself to charming attestations of profound things. Maybe the sunniest voice of all time, Nat King Cole, expressed the simple joys of falling in love:

South of the border, they caught on to the whole space age vibe, or maybe invented it, I don’t know. But I guarantee you can’t be sad when you’re listening to Esquivel!

Something about Mexican heritage produces genuinely happy songs. The following band was named after Gene Autry’s horse, but saxophonist Danny Flores remembered his roots. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!

We’re not done mining this vein of rich ore from the navel of the moon. This one is an ancient, trad number, a wedding song from Veracruz. It is literally impossible to feel bad while this song is playing:

Closing out the fifties, the Isley Brothers came up with an outro riff at the end of their performances. It went over so big they turned it into an entire song that might just be the happiest sound ever made by humans. Twenty years later, it helped make Animal House into a hit, and twenty years after that, you could still make drunk college kids do the worm when you played it. Shout!

The sixties isn’t really a decade. It’s two decades. The early sixties were really a coda on the fifties. The late sixties were the on-ramp to nowhere that the seventies represented. Four dead in Ohio isn’t going to set your foot tapping. But man, the sixties had all sorts of happy songs. To wit:

If that one’s a little to downtempo for you, try the Young Rascals on for size:

If you don’t think this next one is the happiest song ever composed, you’re obviously not a girl. The fun is exponentially increased by this video mashup, watching Van Morrison face the wrong way on teevee, and then twitch a bit in his Carnaby Street jacket during some obligatory lipsynch performance. The lp version of the song is pasted over it to increase the weirdness. It’s the “Rosebud” of rock remembrance.

Musical happiness comes in all sorts of flavors. It’s not possible to frown while listening to the band perform Ophelia. But I prefer a drunkard’s dream for our list:

Roots rock guys provided most of the happy music as the decade ticked over. Go ahead, try to listen to this CCR song without singing along.

But I know we’re going to get into trouble here. There are people out there that use Born To Be Wild as their wedding song. They think Queensryche ballads are touching. They name their firstborn and their pitbulls after Led Zeppelin songs. We need to include these folks in our happiness parade. That ain’t easy without stretching the definition of: happy. But I’m up to the task. Ladies and germs, I give you unalloyed joy, courtesy of some motorheads:

If riding your dirtbike while shirtless and barefoot isn’t happiness squared, I don’t know what is.

About the same time as that last one, disco was the official happy music of the cocaine and big lapel set. A big divide opened up between people who liked rock, and people who liked the Bee Gees. Sooner or later, though, someone had to bridge the gap. And that’s how Play That Funky Music became the National Anthem of fun.

A very long musical ride from Grand Funk, you could plug an awful lot of Al Green songs into our list to get the same effect. This one is as good as any. It even has “happy” in the name: Sha-La-La (Make Me Happy)

I wouldn’t spend too much time parsing the reverend Al’s lyrics on this one, or any of his others. This is the fellow who intones, “I’ve been trying to call you all day, but I don’t have your number.” Just bounce along with it, and smile like he does.

Rock and pop and opera and classical music is fine and all, can bring a sunny smile to any face if you choose your battles carefully, but it’s all conversation compared to the right kind of church:

Well, whatever I forgot, put it in the comments. I’m in too good a mood to erase anything.

Nothing But Blue Skies

That’s a cover of Johnny Nash’s big hit from 1972. It’s in the running for the sunniest song I ever heard.

The bass player/singer, Nicki Parrott, is from the Antipodes, but has long since moved to New York. She’s performed with all sorts of interesting people over the years. Olli Soikkeli from Finland is playing the gypsy jazz guitar on the left. Vinny Raniolo is playing what looks like some version of a Gibson L-5.

Month: January 2025

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