Another Wodnesdæg rolls around, and another Song for Odin™ is upon us. Seems like only last week I was doing "Rock and Roll Love Letter" in this space... and "New Girlfriend" the week before... and yesterday's Odin XIV collation... so I am filled with the spirit of the Faðir galdrs, the Father of Magical Songs. However, things have taken a turn for the worse in Odin's Oakland nonetheless: the Sun is irrevocably out and ravaging the landscape, burning with relentless hate; the temperature creeps into the 80s; all is bright and nauseating and migraine-inducing out in the harsh, blinding world of Spring. I huddle by the fan in my darkened room, ice packs on wrists, neck, and head. This, too, shall pass, I know. It always does. But it's a long time till October. Till then I dream of the rain. The clouds will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be shade... And yet, the show must go on. Rock and roll dreams will come through. And, accordingly, here we have the Mr T Experience - "She's no Rocket Scientist" from Southampton UK, Summer of '92. https://youtu.be/9OPpOEK3P9k As you know if you've been following this series, I've posted quite a few songs from the video of this lengthy set, preserved by an unknown videographer and certainly the clearest document of the band in that (Milk Milk Lemonade era) phase. This is in fact, the next to last to be posted. When I post the final one, I will share a pretty good UK anecdote with it, as well as posting the entire file. So stay tuned for that when the time comes. As for the song: like "New Girlfriend," this was always a crowd-pleaser, and for similar reasons I suppose. It's one of those "signature" tunes of that era, and it has turned up on a great many Mtx forever lists. I have to say I'd rather written off that album, to be honest. (Making Things with Light.) I figured the comp. should include an obligatory nod to it, and no more. However forensic listening to the transfer/capture of the original full spectrum audio of the mix has revived it quite a bit in my mind. It has more going for it than I'd thought. I'm not sure the studio version of "Rocket Scientist" lives up to its full potential sonically but it does have something. I'm sure someone better than us could do it better. The Dickies would be my choice. But, you know, they've got their own songs. Lyrically it is just a big ball of silliness, which isn't necessarily a drawback when it comes to Songs about Girls™. I still like this line, hard to articulate in practice as it undoubtedly is: "when I meet her at the mall there'll be an avalanche of holding hands." (I remember someone once telling me she thought the avalanche was of "falling ants": Robyn Hitchcock, call your office. I'm not capable of that level of surreality, even as I appreciate it greatly.) The form of it is, I suppose, a rock and roll-ified aggregation of some tropes of that sort of classic compositional structure I learned as child from cartoons and game show theme tunes. They're all like that a bit, really. Anyway this performance certainly rocks and rolls. Even the MTX was capable of that, when pressed, and when the stars were right. But when the stars were wrong, they could not live. Such is astronomy, my friends. Feel free to like, subscribe, upvote, comment, share, and talk amongst yourselves. Drink a nice, cool, refreshing beverage. And if you happen to have the idea of cooling yourself off by means of placing a small hand-axe in the freezer for a few hours and then applying it to your head to soothe your boiling brain, take care to wrap it in a plastic bag first, or it may stick to your forehead. I learned that one the hard way. #music #songs #video #mtxforever #minds
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