I don’t want to work or “5 songs to help you deal with your job”

Work is the worst. It really is. I’m currently going through that awful transition of being a student to going into my first real-adult job. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had all sorts of jobs since I was 15, almost all of them were awful (besides that one summer where I worked as an “engineer” and drive around listening to CCR all day). But everyone hates their jobs. If you like yours, well, God bless you.

Okay, I don’t hate my job by any means, but I’m currently in a position where following my dream doesn’t pay me enough to live, eat or breath in London. It’s a trap that a lot of people fall into. While many of us don’t need a lot of money to be happy, we need a paycheck large enough to keep the lights on and feed the mouths. Most jobs that allow great enjoyment honestly don’t pay as much as we’d like. I thought moving to London would give me journalism options. Instead it financially crippled me into an office job.

Let me tell you, working in an office all day is not my thing. I’ve never worked in one full-time before and it’s an awe-inspiring soap opera every day. Long-gone are my days of factory work and sandwich-making. And I’m a far cry from those jobs. Unfortunately, no job exists where I get to go where I want and eat chocolate cake all day while watching old Soul Train episodes. So reality it is.

If you hate your job – no fear, because we definitely aren’t alone. There are plenty of musicians throughout the years who have also felt the struggle of being under the thumb of the man (well, until they started making loads of money off getting drunk and singing every night). These are songs for when singing “It was just another manic Monday” to yourself just isn’t enough to sooth your soul.

1. Todd Rundgren “Bang Your Drum All Day” (1983)

In this Rundgren classic, the narrator of the song talks about how he’d doesn’t want to do anything but bang the drum all day. I guess that was probably the most literal explanation of a song I could give, but that’s why a classic is a classic. It pretty much speaks for itself. Each day I have a work day that is particularly bad or anxiety-filled, I literally listen to this song and begin to feel an old sense of jubilation again.

2. Dolly Parton “9 to 5” (1980)

I love Dolly Parton. Absolutely love her. I hope that one day she spots me on the street and demands I be her best friend because I would gladly agree. This song, which is also the title of the film it comes from, is the only reason you need to adore the crap out of her. “9 to 5” is a song still so very prevalent today as women still fight for work equality. It might be a thirty-year-old single, but it doesn’t sound the least bit dated to me because of that empowering message.

But one of the best parts goes, “They let you dream just to watch ’em shatter / You’re just a step on the boss-man’s ladder / But you got dreams he’ll never take away”. Even though Dolly is literally living everyone’s dream of wearing sparkly jumpsuits and playing a tiny saxophone, she gives a sweet little reminder that you’re never too old or too far gone to get exactly what you want out of life. And there’s no way any job could stop us.

3. Ramones “The Job That Ate My Brain” (1992)

This is the song that 17-year-old me would have loved working my two crappy jobs in high school. As far as punk picks go, there are plenty of angry children who sang about their frustrations with their work choices. I think many people would choose The Clash’s “Work Opportunities” as their pick, but this Ramones song pretty much says everything there is about the constant mental-drive it takes to pull your ass into the office every day. “Out of bed at 6:15 In a rush and you can’t think / Gotta catch the bus and train / I’m in a rush and feelin’ insane / I can’t take this crazy pace / I’ve become a mental case / Yeah, this is the job that ate my brain.”

This track, penned by Marky Ramone and Garrett “Skinny Bones” Uhlenbrock, completely encapsulates the manic rush and strain of a city commute. It was released in 1992 on the band’s 12 studio album, Mondo Bizarro. The velocity is typical Ramones, and only has to mirror the sort of constant struggle the band had already been dealing with for years.

4.  Loverboy “Everybody’s Working for the Weekend” (1982)

This song. If you live anywhere in America, this song will be playing either Monday morning or on a Friday afternoon on any given radio station. Is the song utterly ridiculous? Yes. Entirely. It’s soaked in 80’s-ness, but the best part of pop music is when they sing exactly what everyone is already thinking: is it the weekend yet? It’s the ultimate in cliche, but not too many songs really say it more plainly than Loverboy does here.

The rest of the lyrics outside of the chorus don’t really have much to day. It’s about waiting for an ever-popular love interest showing up and going out at the weekend. Pretty simple. But who really cares about the content of a verse? Not me!

I can’t actually find a shortened version of this video. So enjoy a confusingly long version below! For those who just want to get right to the juicy 80’s action, skip right on up to 2:24.

5. Bachman-Turner Overdrive “Takin’ Care of Business”

Like “Everybody’s Working for the Weekend”, this BTO classic is synonymous with the working week. And there are few songs with a more memorable riff than “Takin’ Care of Business”. But really, this song is essentially about a man rubbing it in the working-man’s face. You have to go to the office every day? Well, I’m in self-employed! I’m a musician!

“You get up every morning / From your ‘larm clock’s warning / Take the 8:15 into the city / There’s a whistle up above / And people pushin’, people shovin’ / And the girls who try to look pretty / And if your train’s on time / You can get to work by nine / And start your slaving job to get your pay / If you ever get annoyed / Look at me I’m self-employed / I love to work at nothing all day / And I’ll be / Taking care of business”

Does it make you green with envy? Well it should. I’m already drooling.

This was going to be a top 10 list, then started to grow wildly out of control. I had a conversation with my flatmates last night over a pint where they both reminded me that I’m still only in my first job. You don’t reach where you want to be right away. The message is uplifting and all, but until I finally get to where I want to be, there are the tunes that are just going to have to hold me over until I finally escape those florescent lights.

Just Can’t Get Enough Pt. 11

thee-headcoatees-davey-crockettI believe a lot of discovering great new music to listen to is up to happy mistakes. Not everyone is lucky enough to have friends that could ever recommend a good band. Hell. most people wouldn’t even place enough belief into the opinion of a music publication, I know I don’t.  So for many enthusiasts, finding something to listen to involves the investment of hours in an endless search for something to listen to.

Some days it feels like I’m not bothered to listen to anything either. This makes it very difficult to run a music blog. While music never becomes bad it can become boring to listen to. Inspiration can some times run dry, until that happy mistake.

This ‘mistake’ is partially due to my mind’s ability to have any song stuck in my head. For nearly a week and a half it was 1955’s “The Ballad of Davy Crockett” from the Disney television show. The Wellington’s folk-like tune has strangely derogatory lyrics yet remains incredibly catchy. Not much feels more liberating than shouting “KING OF THE WILD FRONTIER” at the top of your lungs. How the song ever came to be something known by any child of my generation is beyond me.

My poor, British boyfriend is rather clueless about the American folk hero, so I felt the need to share the greatness of the Tennessee man. Although, on Spotify I had carelessly begun to play the wrong song. Instead of the , out came a barrage of guitars and a howling voice brash enough to wake the dogs. It was something entirely wrong and different, but what a great mistake.

What was playing instead was “Davey Crockett (Gabba Hey)” by English band Thee Headcoatees. And over the course of one night, “The Ballad” was replaced by a song much catchier as my favourite song about a Crockett. The lyrics are catchy and juvenile as all hell. The type of song you know like the back of your hand in only a few listens. The familiarity may stem from the iconic Ramones chant “gabba gabba hey”, which makes it all the better.

The song was written by artist, poet, and Thee Headcoats’ frontman Billy Childish, who is a fantastic man worth a look in his own right. But he must be saved for another day. For now, have “Davey Crockett” become your new boyfriend.

Yes I know there is a difference between “Davy” and “Davey” but the magic happened all the same. Also, if anyone knows any good readings about these ladies, let me know. They are too cool and I need to know more.


It all starts somewhere

Like so many other kids, the first time I heard the Ramones it felt like I had woken up for the first time. When I was 13, I wrote a 20-page research paper about the band. I read Ramones: An American Band from cover to cover. Ate, slept and dreamt about the Ramones. They were so cool and they were MINE. We had a magazine project at the end of the year. Mine had a cover with Johnny Ramone on the front and included little articles written by my school friends about bands we loved. I was voted best writer (still my greatest accomplishment).

It’s Johnny Ramone’s birthday today.

Every kid wants to belong. Granted, some grow up a little more strange than others, but I suppose that’s why so many hide away in the skirts of music. At 13 I understood I was weird. But the Ramones were weird, right? And they had friends – they had each other. I thought that maybe one day I’d find my own “bruddahs.”

Eventually I did end up with two of the best friends I ever could ask for. Nine years together as best friends and I still love them to death,  but I probably couldn’t have survived those few years in-between without music. It’s really the most powerful and lovely thing we could have in our lives.

So even though the Ramones weren’t even speaking to each other at the last half of their career, I can’t help but think they still embody that rebellious “us vs. them,” let’s go sniff some glue attitude. Thank god they’re still inspiring kids decades after. Everyone needs a place to be where they belong.

Thanks, Johnny. We couldn’t have done it without you.

PS: James and Haras? If you’re reading this, sorry if it’s embarrassing. Actually, I’m not sorry at all.