The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 30


It’s 1958 and poor old Warren Miller’s the only guy in town without a baby. If he had one, he could get her to jump over him at the hop while he looks up her skirt.

There’s a gauntlet thrown down. See if you can recreate this picture tonight.

We’ll Stay Inside ‘Til Somebody Finds us


I posted The National’s cover of The Clash’s Clampdown last month and in the meantime have found myself going back to this song, from their Boxer album in 2007. If all their songs were as good as this one I’d love The National. It’s got a lovely, insistent rhythm and tells a tale of a couple holed up in their apartment, taking comfort in each other, safe inside with four walls and the TV, while the cruel, relentless, adult world waits outside. At least, that’s what I hear.