Today’s song of the day comes from John Huston’s directorial debut, 1941’s The Maltese Falcon.
Category Archives: Song of the Day
Song of the Day: Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand by Primitive Radio Gods
Some songs just perfectly capture the mood and, for me, that’s what this song does.
Song of the Day: Rip Her To Shreds by Blondie
She thinks she’s Brenda Starr/her nose job is real atomic….
I love this song. It makes me regret that I was born to late to experience New York in the 70s. “She’s do dull …. rip her to shreds,” is a favorite expression of mine, one that gets me strange looks from people who are not familiar with this song.
Oh well. I can live with the looks!
Song of the Day: Now You’re All Alone by David Hess
Today’s song of the day comes from Wes Craven’s infamous Last House On The Left. Of course, many people might know it better from it’s use in Quentin Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight.
This haunting piece of music was composed by David Hess, who played the murderous Krug in Craven’s film.
Song of the Day: Look At Me by Robert O. Ragland
Today’s song of the day comes from the soundtrack of one director J. Lee Thompson‘s best films, 10 to Midnight.
Song of the Day: Theme From Danger: Diabolik by Ennio Morricone
Today’s song of the day comes from Ennio Morricone’s soundtrack for Mario Bava’s Danger: Diabolik.
Song of the Day: Can You Hear The Music by Hans Zimmer
Today, we wish a happy birthday to director Christopher Nolan. Our song of the day comes from the soundtrack of Nolan’s Oscar-winning epic, Oppenheimer.
From Hans Zimmer, here is today’s song of the day.
Song of the Day: Clara Bow by Cleaners From Venus
There have been a lot of songs written about Clara Bow. Personally, I prefer this song from Martin Newell’s Cleaners From Venus.
Song of the Day: Friends Forever by Zack Attack
Friends Forever. It’s a nice idea.
Song of the Day: Everybody Wants Something by the Zits
Today’s song of the day is a song from a Canadian band that apparently only recorded one song over the course of their 24-month existence. Still, it’s true. Everybody does want something.
Through the Shattered Lens 