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August 2007 > Week 38
Bobby Sherman<Julie, Do Ya Love Me? - Bobby Sherman

Shouty pop from Bobby Sherman, the star of the short-lived 70s US sitcom Here Come the Brides, a small screen version of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers in which he played a happy-go-lucky lothario in a brown suede jacket... kind of like a less creepy version of Jacko from Brush Strokes.

Now an Emergency Medical Technician for a police department in California, Sherman has a miniature model version of Disneyland in his back garden... kind of like a cheaper, less creepy version of Jacko's Neverland Ranch (that's Michael Jackson and not Jacko from Brush Strokes).

...and also a bit like Babbacombe Model Village, but without the laser light show, tea rooms, annual Easter egg hunt, Aquaviva Evening Water Feature and award winning gardens.

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Warrant Cherry Pie - Warrant

Pass the Carnation, Darling. This is Tip Top.

In any era there's a pop genre with lyrical obsessions that involve candy kisses, sugar sugar lovin' or any other chewy chewy, sticky sticky, hot, tempting fruit flavoured treats. In the 80s this genre was Glam Metal. They liked ladies, pastry and bought their clothes before they could play their instruments.

The metaphor doesn't extend to savoury foods: 'Oooo yeah, you're like a nice piece of cod in a rich, creamy white wine sauce.'

There's also a Sade song called Cherry Pie on the Diamond Life LP, but that's rubbish 'cos it's about having your heart broken, it's not suggestive enough and it's not about tuck.

I have this incredible urge to write a trashy pop song about macaroons.

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If it's ever been on K-Tel or Ronco, it's in. If it features hand claps, cow bells, syrupy orchestration, walls of sound, wrecking crews, sha-la-las, toothy teen idols, candy-based metaphors for carnal acts or lyrics about hugging, squeezing and rocking all night long, it's in.

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