The Ultimate Halloween Playlist Nos. 20-11

 

Pennies, stickers, toothbrushes, toothpaste, anything promoting positive dental care — none of this is acceptable to give out on Halloween. Same goes for uncandied apples, Play Doh, boxes of raisins and anti-pagan tchotchkes doled out by women who remind you of Carrie’s mom. (Dirty pillows!) Here’s the deal, spoilsports: Kids will consume pounds of choco goodness whether you like it or not. In fact, you’re actually being harmful by trying to be healthy with your tricky treats. Why? Because (1) the “Stay in School” pencil topper you insisted on giving out are destined for a nearby landfill and (2) so is the toilet paper that will inevitably be wrapped around your house because kids hate you. Me? I’m giving out Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, KitKats and Take 5s. Cliche? Maybe. Delicious? Yep. Have a Baby Ruth, boys and girls, and enjoy the Halloween Playlist, Nos. 20-11.

20 Bark at the Moon, Ozzy Osbourne
19 Pet Sematary,the Ramones
18 Mr. Sandman, the Chordettes
17 (You’re the) Devil in Disguise, Elvis Presley
16 Witchcraft, Frank Sinatra
15 Grim Grinning Ghosts, from Disney’s Haunted Mansion ride
14 The Munsters Theme, Los Straitjackets
13 Psycho Killer, Talking Heads
12 Welcome to My Nightmare, Alice Cooper
11 I Want Candy, Bow Wow Wow

To recap, here are Nos. 40-31 and Nos. 30-21. 

Next week...the Terrifying Top 10!!!

Bark Like a Dog! It's the Puppy Playlist

In a coupla weeks, our playlist topics are gonna get weird, wild, freaky. (Although probably not weirder, wilder, freakier than the Circumcision Playlist. That was one nutty day.) Your imagination and your iPod will be challenged with twisted, saucy demands. Heck, I'll even be asking for bizarro playlist topics from you. (Remember the Booberry Playlist? Good times, good times.) I'll go into all that at a later date. This, however, is our last playlist for the carrot-chomping healthbos at Personal Best. (Enhanced versions of these playlists run in the newspaper, and rest assured, I steal heartily from each and every one of you! Salud!) Anyway, the PB eds are doing something zany, some might even say "wacky," about doggie yoga this week. I imagine Pop Life has conquered the canine realm before, but let's do the Puppy Playlist again! Here's a few to get us started:

Dogs on the Run -- Tom Petty
Hound Dog -- Elvis Presley
The Bitch Is Back -- Elton John
Walking the Dog -- the Rolling Stones
Doggy Dogg World -- Snoop Dogg
Bark at the Moon -- Ozzy Osbourne
Dog It -- Digable Planets
I Want Candy -- Bow Wow Wow

Ultimate Playlist Challenge: The Surfing Playlist

Just got the call from our peeps at Personal Best: Those crazy health freaks are doing a cover story on something called "paddleboarding." That sounds about right for the Gulf, which isn't exactly a hotbed of hanging ten. But they need an accompanying playlist for the feature, and I'm kinda coming up short on paddleboarding tunes. (Dog Paddle -- Modest Mouse!)

So in the spirit of the summer, and because I get to write the words MR. ZOG'S SEX WAX, we're now rocking the Surfing Playlist. So let's hit the (air)waves, shall we? Who's up for a swim?

Shoot the Curl -- the Honeys
Some People Ride the Wave -- Devendra Banhart
Surfin' Safari -- the Beach Boys
Crest of Waves -- Coldplay
Pump It -- Black Eyed Peas
King of the Surf Guitar -- Dick Dale
Hawaii Five-O -- the Ventures
Paradise, Hawaiian Style -- Elvis Presley

My Vinyl Fetish: 'Elvis Presley,' 1956

Elvis Presley
Album: Elvis Presley (RCA/Legacy)
In stores: Now
Why we care: Last month, I gushed about my newly acquired vinyl copy of David & David’s Boomtown album. Today, I’m gushing about my newly acquired 180-gram vinyl copy of Elvis Presley, the Tupelo kid's 1956 debut for RCA. This totally badass history lesson was remastered last year (and probably every year before that). But the real star for me is the album art. The photo was snapped at Fort Homer Hesterly Armory right here in Tampa, FLA. Elvis hittin' his guitar and hollerin’ almighty, pure euphoria. Good lord, you can almost see his lungs. The boy who would be King. Can you imagine feeling that good?
Why we like it: My kids love this album, a raw, visceral affair courtesy of E and such stalwarts as Scotty Moore and Chet Atkins chicken-scratching on the geetar. The hit is Blue Suede Shoes, but it’s all heaven-kissed. By the way, that cover was ranked #40 on Rolling Stone's list of Best Album Covers of All Time.
Reminds us of: I love my record player.
Download this: Trying to Get to You
Grade: A

The Fondling Playlist

This week's Playlist Challenge from the celery-chompin' kids at Personal Best is all about pampering, massages, spa treatments. In other words: fondling, groping, the kneading of the buttocks. The FF once got me a "sports" massage for my birthday -- the masseuse was a woman, but she looked like Jackie Earle Haley and could bench-press a city bus. I couldn't walk for a week, and not in a good way.

What we need from you today Pop Lifers is a "hands on" playlist, songs that long to reach out and touch someone, preferably by legal means. Here's a few goodies to get us started...

Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin' -- Journey
Touch Me (I Want Your Body) -- Samantha Fox
Rub You the Right Way -- Johnny Gill
Treat Me Nice -- Elvis Presley
I Feel Good -- James Brown
Relax -- Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Hurts So Good -- John Cougar

Clambake, gonna have a clambake!

After the Forever Fiancee and the girls went to bed last night, I curled up with a tumbler of Crown Royal and watched Clambake, the 1967 Elvis Presley classic. And when I say "classic," what I mean is "Wow, this really sucks, but for some strange reason, I've never been happier." The songs aren't all that good, although the King does a smooth take on Ray Charles' You Don't Know Me (WATCH). The lame-o plot is like The Prince and the Pauper meets The Cannonball Run, although without the Dom Deluise charm. And yet, I gotta admit, the thought of going through life like Movie Elvis -- singing, shagging, swimming, relaxed to the point of comatose -- is very appealing, especially these days. Anyway, here's the titular bivalve blowout.