Last week’s One for Friday post got me thinking about all of the songs about Janes, which rapidly led to me to the song that I often paired with The Icicle Works’ pop gem on the air.
Trying to establish indie, college-radio-friendly cred in the late eighties with the last name Astley was as tricky then as it would be now. Even with an terrifically-titled debut album, the association to the unrelated Jon Astley and, by extension, his aggravating earworm of an anthem was going to be strong for some to even drop the needle and sample the music. It wasn’t an impossible hurdle to clear. His own Jane song became a small cult hit, eventually making it into a ketchup commercial that was also an early break for the most distinguished Friends alum. That commercial probably netted him more cash that any smash on college radio ever could have.
It’s the lead single off his second, and, best as I can tell, final album that is given a new Interweb residence behind the link below. Amusingly enough, this is what I consider to be prime seduction music for college radio kids circa 1988. Forget Barry White, this arch, cool proposal to disrobe makes more sense for a generation that had been taught the distancing safety of irony. I can’t say I ever used it as a make-out record myself, but it wouldn’t have been too bad as the lead track on a naughty little mix tape.
(Disclaimer: As you might imagine, Jon Astley doesn’t seem to be the sort of artist that labels have endeavored to keep in print. The album that contains this week’s song is elusive enough that Amazon can’t even seem to come up with a track listing for it. Therefore, the track is posted here with the understanding that it cannot be acquired in such a way that provides fair compensation to both the artist and the proprietor of your friendly neighborhood record store. Regardless, if a request for its removal is presented to me by someone with due authority to to make it, I was gladly and promptly make it go poof.)