A Sad Cry For Help
Please help me identify this song
As we all know, we likes to have the contests 'round here at thingsihate.org. We loves to give away the prizes, oh the prizes...
...oh, uh, I haven't forgotten about you, by the way, alptraum. I'm right on top of getting your prize to you.
Anyway, yes, the prizes, the glamorous glories t-shirts and edibles and...
...yeah, Jonas... I'm still working on finding vendors of farm-fresh rabbit meat in your area. Lou has verified that he's got it in his neck of the woods. If I didn't think it'd melt and spoil in the mail, maybe I'd... well, uh, maybe Lou can provide us with the going rate of farm-fresh rabbit meat these days, and I can send you a cash-equivalent.
Anyway, ... ok, let's get down to brass tacks. I heard a snippet of a song, and it's driving me crazy. I have to know what it is. Let me tell you the story:
Not long ago, I was with my family. We were driving, from Alameda, California, to Medford, Oregon. A seven-hour drive. I was in the passenger-side seat, and as I am wont to do on long car rides, I got sleepy.
There I was, on the long stretch of US Interstate 5, somewhere in northern California, in that dreamy-state between sleep and wakefulness, and there was a song on the radio.
Here's where the distinction between dreams and reality get blurred. You see, I'm not sure how much of this song I was hearing and how much I was dreaming, or if I even heard it at all. But what I remember goes something like this:
It was a funky little number. The quality of the recording indicated that it was most likely recorded sometime in the 60s or 70s. It had a horn section, and some funk guitar played by an individual that had the kind of soul that most of us can only dream about. All I can remember of the words is that the singer kept repeating "Tell me what the name of your casino is! Tell me what the name of your casino is!"
It's a safe bet that I dreamed those lyrics. But there was also a haunting riff played over and over by the horn section, and since that day I've been unable to get it out of my head. In the hopes that someone can help me identify this song, I've recorded a very short recording of that horn riff, reproduced by myself on my badly-tuned synthesizer.
DOWNLOAD THE MYSTERY SONG.
I know, it's a sad, sad reproduction, but if anyone can help me identify this song, I promise them big big things. Big bit 99% cotton 1% "other fiber" things that just might bear the likeness of Petey and "thingsihate.org" emblazoned across the front in impact font.
Or anything else. Name your price, just tell me what the song is!
...oh, uh, I haven't forgotten about you, by the way, alptraum. I'm right on top of getting your prize to you.
Anyway, yes, the prizes, the glamorous glories t-shirts and edibles and...
...yeah, Jonas... I'm still working on finding vendors of farm-fresh rabbit meat in your area. Lou has verified that he's got it in his neck of the woods. If I didn't think it'd melt and spoil in the mail, maybe I'd... well, uh, maybe Lou can provide us with the going rate of farm-fresh rabbit meat these days, and I can send you a cash-equivalent.
Anyway, ... ok, let's get down to brass tacks. I heard a snippet of a song, and it's driving me crazy. I have to know what it is. Let me tell you the story:
Not long ago, I was with my family. We were driving, from Alameda, California, to Medford, Oregon. A seven-hour drive. I was in the passenger-side seat, and as I am wont to do on long car rides, I got sleepy.
There I was, on the long stretch of US Interstate 5, somewhere in northern California, in that dreamy-state between sleep and wakefulness, and there was a song on the radio.
Here's where the distinction between dreams and reality get blurred. You see, I'm not sure how much of this song I was hearing and how much I was dreaming, or if I even heard it at all. But what I remember goes something like this:
It was a funky little number. The quality of the recording indicated that it was most likely recorded sometime in the 60s or 70s. It had a horn section, and some funk guitar played by an individual that had the kind of soul that most of us can only dream about. All I can remember of the words is that the singer kept repeating "Tell me what the name of your casino is! Tell me what the name of your casino is!"
It's a safe bet that I dreamed those lyrics. But there was also a haunting riff played over and over by the horn section, and since that day I've been unable to get it out of my head. In the hopes that someone can help me identify this song, I've recorded a very short recording of that horn riff, reproduced by myself on my badly-tuned synthesizer.
DOWNLOAD THE MYSTERY SONG.
I know, it's a sad, sad reproduction, but if anyone can help me identify this song, I promise them big big things. Big bit 99% cotton 1% "other fiber" things that just might bear the likeness of Petey and "thingsihate.org" emblazoned across the front in impact font.
Or anything else. Name your price, just tell me what the song is!