Choon of the Day
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Considering the fact that Mick Smiley provided the soundtrack to the mass haunting of New York City which was itself a major sign that Gozer was about to arrive on the roof of 55 Central Park West as the Key Master was quick to recognise, he didn't really get a lot out of it. A bass player who spent most of his time dossing around the LA club scene, this song was basically a demo Smiley recorded to hawk around in the hope of hooking a record deal. Instead it ended up in the hands of Ivan Reitman who, somehow, heard something special in it, a route to the hostile spiritual takeover of Dana Barrett's apartment.
Then...nothing. He was the only artist on the Ghostbusters soundtrack without an Arista deal. He was never offered one afterwards, either. There was no tour. MTV didn't even play this video, because Arista didn't see the point in letting them, because they hadn't given Smiley a record deal. And that was it...Mick was just left watching the movie like the rest of us, wondering why it hadn't worked out for him.
The song itself doesn't do anything until 2.25, when it locks into gear and takes an evocative, chilly glide across the 1984 Manhattan skyline. Everything poor Mick Smiley ever contributed to culture and civilization was packed into the final minute of this song, and an even shorter piece of movie magic. But, then again, that is 30 seconds or so of the one of the best bits of the greatest film ever made, which is a lot more than most people can claim. His life has not been a waste of time.
i don't love joy division all the time, but sometimes this song just really hits. that instantly recognisable intro, some of the lyrics (one of my friends was telling me about a romance gone wrong, and how it was all 'the bedroom gone cold, turned away on your side'), some of the other more basic ones ('when routine bites hard' - it's like the doors 'mire' one. i used to play this at school during break time and the teacher came in one day early and we though he would kick off but he started doing the dance and then during the next lesson told us about going to see them.
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