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I love songs about teenagers. I love movies about teenagers. Magazines, too.
Last night I watched "Mini's First Time." Damn! I think I liked it. Not as much as "Foxes," and "The Craft," but more than "Foxfire." About on par with "Thirteen."
Teens. The word is even fun to say. And fun to sing. That's why I love this Reparata & the Delrons song, "Whenever a Teenager Cries." Blue birds don't fly, the stars don't shine so bright.. it seems the whole world dies. Yeah, ok.
Her voice is so awesomely whiny. The teenage melodrama brings to mind "So Young" by the Ronettes.
You can find other Reparata & The Delrons songs on such compilations as Girl Group Sounds Lost & Found," (doy), or their own best of CD.
As for this second version of "Whenever A Teenager Cries," by The Jeans... I have no idea where I got this mp3. I can't find too much about this song. It just doesn't convey the urgency of the Reparata & The Delrons version. Step it up Jeans! This is TEENAGERS we're talking about. Teens.

Reparata & The Delrons
Whenever A Teenager Cries

The Jeans
Whenever A Teenager Cries

Labels: girl groups, teens

Posted by: Kara Mae 11/20/2006  (3) comments

Aside from ole Blind Willie McTell down there, I haven't been listening to much "old-timey" stuff lately.
Lots of Caravelles, though. I could post a bunch more of their songs.
Instead I'll post a displacement song longing for the South.
Gene Austin was a pretty big star and stuff. Lots of people know that "My Blue Heaven" song.
I haven't been to the Southland since I last went to New Orleans in '03. Man I need a road trip.




Gene Austin
The Voice Of The Southland






On a completely unrelated note, I've been enjoying this band Lux Perpetua. I like the song called "Drive Me Around."
Right now I'm listening to "Happy Hour" by the House Martins. Mom and I used to go to Joe's Record Paradise and Kemp Mill now and then. I remember the House Martins CD being one of the first CDs she bought, after finally caving in to the new technology. I can also remember the trip to Joe's leading up to that. She couldn't find any records she wanted. On the drive home she muttered about how they were only carrying these Compact Discs now. "Happy Hour," appropriately enough, makes me nostalgically cheerful.
But.. this Gene Austin song. I don't have much to say about it right now. I just don't have much to say.

Labels: displacement

Posted by: Kara Mae 11/13/2006  (2) comments