The Littlest Birds by The Be Good Tanyas
Not just one of my favourite a capella songs, but also simply one of my favourite songs. Bobby McFerrin and the Circle Singers evoke ancient temple ruins amid moonlit dunes and exultant rituals performed in the dancing firelight.
Years after I first heard this song (and the brilliant album from which it comes) I still get goosebumps at around the 40 second mark when the bass voices join.
This music video may be very mildly NSFW (Not Suitable For Work), if your workplace has a policy about male bodybuilders in tiny underwear.
The Wisdom City workplace policy on this is that we will do our best not to mutter things like, “Yeah, but can they hold a conversation?” And, “I bet Mister Muscles couldn’t use a semicolon properly if his life depended on it.” And, “Look, I’d stand around in my underwear too if you’d turn off the lights and wear this blindfold and stay out of the room I’m in.”
Semicolons are sexy too; that’s all I’m saying.
Curious… I honestly never thought I’d be the type to develop a taste for Rockabilly music, and yet here I am, by way of a sort of fascination with the drawl and twang of Louisiana Swamp Rock. This is the remarkable Imelda May, with a bigband remix of “Inside Out”.
A rather delightfully upbeat and orchestral version of the classic Talking Heads song, by Paris Motel:
It’s hard to describe The Asteroids Galaxy Tour without implying that they’re aliens who escaped from Planet Sixties and they’re here to retro funk our world. Or maybe it’s just that they’re Danish, which is sort of like being an advanced species from another dimension.
A languorous, sleepy, sexy, maybe-slightly-dangerous song by Boozoo Bajou featuring Tony Joe White, the only man who can say the word “swamp” with two syllables — “swa-ump”.
I’ve always been a fan of clever and interesting cover versions of well-known songs. This cover of ‘Walk Like An Egyptian’ by The Puppini Sisters will glide you in style past the wise-talking gorilla on the door, straight into the smokey atmosphere of a glamorous Swing Jazz Club from the heady 1930s. Hope you enjoy!
It’s not a song about secret agents (I think), but it’s playful, sassy, and clever, and when I listen to “The Bomb” by Bitter:Sweet, I imagine scenes that would fit very neatly into a quirky spy comedy from the ’50s or ’60s.
Do you have a favorite secret agent song?