I have always loved Johnathan Richman. Apart from, y’know setting the stage for punk music to exist (along with, admittedly, Iggy Pop, the New York Dolls, the Velvet Underground, and Television), Johnathan has the special virtue of having never sung a lyric that was negative or really critical of any topic he addresses, after 35 years of performing. No cynicism, no biting wit, no sour recollections. Sure, Johnathan has presumably been in, and definitely sung about relationships, cities around the world, social situations, and whatnot, but he always finds joy and humor in everything. He also seems to have a special attachment to singing about places, though most especially of his hometown, Boston.
Johnathan sings of “Nature’s Mosquito” that “You see, God put me here just the same as he put you, so I’m nature’s mosquito. And that means I’m gonna go bite-bite-bitie-witie-wite-sir.” Or of a discarded “Chewing Gum Wrapper,” “These colors move me more than most of what I see today. I love the faded colors like would end up at the dump, My heart goes bumpety, bumpety, bumpety bump.” Or yet again, of his “Dodge VegOMatic” that although it sits in the parking lot, with brakes of glass and tires of vinyl, he “likes this car a lot.”
Not all of his songs are quite as silly, but they all have a joie de vivre to them. Singing about Los Angeles is not different. [...] Read the rest of this entry →
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