- Captured my heart the first time I saw you
- back in the summer of 78.
- Since then I've been
- Hopelessly devoted to you.
-
- You were my first Rock 'n' Roll idol
- back in December of 1980.
- Sweetness, muse on roller skates
- You were Magic.
-
- Oh, oh, Olivia you mean so much to me
- You sang my favorite songs,
- You lived my fantasies.
- I was young and your career had just begun
- Some twenty odd years ago.
-
- Collected your singles on seven inch
- I know. Watched your videos in 1982.
- Cropped my hair, wore leg warmers
- tried to emulate you.
- Oh, oh, Olivia you mean so much to me
- You sang my favorite songs,
- You lived my fantasies.
- I was young and your career had just begun
- Some twenty odd years ago.
- Oh, oh, Olivia you mean so much to me
- You sang my favorite songs,
- You lived my fantasies.
- I was young and your career had just begun
- Some twenty odd years ago.
-
- You go on, you survive cause and you are
strong.
- I love you and I'm letting you know.
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from the CD
"California
Oranges"
Darla records
DRL-109
Extracts from some CD-reviews:
CALIFORNIA ORANGES - CALIFORNIA
ORANGES
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john conley of holiday flyer and verna
brock of holiday flyer, beanpole, rocketship team up with ross levine of the
tank, smartbomb ca. |
it's a straight up classic power
pop trio lp; guitar, bass & drums, with two singer/songwriters, john and verna,
showcasing their individual talents.
the two sing both solo and so
sweetly together in harmony.
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For indie-pop fans, this is definitely music done
right -- the lyrics are smart, the instruments well-played and not a single note resorts
to gimmickry. |
The album opens and closes with
nostalgia-laden numbers about John Hughes and Olivia Newton-John, but don't worry.
This band does not look back with that kind of amused grin which inspires short-lived
appreciation. Instead, the subjects are tackled in a gorgeously realistic manner, whereby
these nostalgic leanings are approached with the tenderness of a Truffaut. Both of these
tributes are sincere, evoking the rapture an artist's work can cause ("You were my
first rock and roll idol...I was hopelessly devoted to you") and the requisite
sadness which simply must accompany such over-the-top adoration ("The stories
simulate my moods/Hope I can pick up some clues").
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The album ends with another potentially goofy moment,
Brock's ode to her childhood idol Olivia Newton-John, which is as honest, as
moving and (of course) as rocking as everything else here. |
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