When Richard Armitage is eventually interviewed vis a vis his role in Hannibal, I hope someone asks him about his Francis Dolarhyde/The Tooth Fairy playlist…I would love to know what he listens to in order to channel into that kind of darkness. Music can have an enormous impact on mood, so to offset the curtain of darkness playlist, I’m going crib from my pard Jazzy and suggest a short alternative that is a massive upper for me…headphones at the ready everyone???
Lately, I dread getting into the car for the morning kid dropping run. My children have effectively commandeered the car audio and isolated two stations of Top 40 hits and inane morning DJ chatter as supreme – let’s just say, not my preferred fare. This morning I got in the car to find ShowBiz son already buckled in with the radio blaring. When I turned it down to the less than ear bleeding level he said:
“Mooooom!! That’s my JAM!! (I cannot, under pain of death, remember the song, but there was nothing Jammin’ about it!)
We had a volume control skirmish for the duration of the track during which I established that the driver ALWAYS has the last say in car radio related policies…for instance, two engagement ring commercials later when the opening notes of MY jam thumped softly, I said: “Now *this* can be loud!” and cranked the volume and commenced the car seat boogie….(with the added bonus of the opportunity to hear “Moooom! Stop seat dancing in front of my school!!” as I drop him off. 🙂 )
Give it a listen…I defy you to sit still 🙂 I am not a huge fan of Bruno Mars, but I do like his funk chops. (He leads the vocals and played the drums on the recording of the song.) The first time I heard it reminded me distinctly of a song that first planted the funk seed in my dark little headbanging/alternative rock soul.
The first time I heard Jungle Love was in the context of the film Purple Rain, a rock music drama released in 1984 centered around the particular talents of Prince. Morris Day and Time played a musical role as the rivals of the new kid (Prince) named “The Kid” for top billing in a Minneapolis nightclub. The film is sort of forgettable (sorry Prince fans…the music was great…the acting???), the funkalicious goodness of Jungle Love stuck with me. It sprouted up in college when I followed a band on the leading edge of the local funk-rock fusion scene and the when the funk beat and horns merged together with the heavy metal guitar virtuosity of Nuno Bettencourt and the band Extreme in the early 1990’s in a darker, yet no less funktastic product:
My mood lightening recommendation…start by Getting the funk out and fall in Jungle Love on the way to Uptown Funk.
(I can’t believe I might have missed the funktacular little gem that is Uptown Funk had my kids not forced me to sit through Taylor Swift and Jason Derulo everyday!)
In the words of George Clinton & Parliament Funkadelic:
We want the funk! Bring us the funk!
Go get your funk on Armitageworld!!