bang bang bang - say goodbye to the Love Shack

bang bang on the door

I wanna pile my hair up high, and dance to Love Shack one more time, baby.

Well, thank God, another mystery is solved: tin roof rusted. Yes, I always wondered what the heck she said, what WAS she thinking?

Joe (around and around and around) Nation

Kate didn't say it - she SHOUTED it!


man - i love this song

Nothing but fun and noise and energy.....bang, bang on the drum, baby.

Fun and noise and energy - that'd be the late 1970s and early 1980's all over!






b-52's bio page

hmmm, where was that shack....?

bang bang on the door

the official statement on the b-52's website

The farm cabin where B-52's member Kate Pierson once lived in Athens, Georgia, was burned down this week by what fire officials of Athens-Clarke County suspect was arson.

Kate rented the house from Eloise Maxwell in 1973 for $15 per month and lived there until the band moved to New York in 1979. "Private Idaho", among other early tunes, was written in the house by the band. While the house was not the sole inspiration for the hit "Love Shack", the farm house with no running water was a special hang-out for the band in their earliest days.

"The song "Love Shack" by the B-52's is not based upon a specific place but rather a series of down-home, throw-down, disco juke joints that you would find in the rural South," said Kate Pierson. "It's any place where you can let your hair down - or throw a wig on - and just be yourself."

The song "Love Shack" was an international hit for The B-52's in 1990, helping drive the album "Cosmic Thing" to worldwide sales in excess of seven-million copies, and was recently voted one of Rolling Stone's "500 Greatest Songs of All Time."

I'm kinda sorry to know that it was real. The one in my mind was down on the beach with a bunch of picnic tables spread out around a huge dance floor and the band stand had these giant throbbing speakers that made you feel the bass back beat on your chest with hundreds of little revolving pin spots that careened around the floor as the hunkies and honeys gyroed their funkymonkey souls into a frenzy of sweat, hot skin and wild eyes.

We'd dance until we could not stand,
then stagger out onto the sand
and stare skyward up unto the stars
the moon, sweet Venus, redman Mars.

Sweet sweet kisses way past dawn
we really had it going on
the music took us beyond all being
beyond all thinking beyond all seeing

Then start the drumbeat once once more
and meet us out there on the floor
spin and shimmer like the stars
the moon, sweet Venus, redman Mars.


Joe (wrap me up and come get me in the morning)Nation

You are such a romantic, Joe Nation.




<saying goodbye to Mike and Tina too>

i heard that last night on, As It Happens

love shack not my fave b52's song, that honour would go to either "dance this mess around" or "mesopotamia"

still sad news, the passing of any icon, be it person, place or thing is an unfortunate event

I'd be hard-pressed to i.d. my favourite B-52 song, djjd62 - but the Love Shack was just such a real place in my head - kinda like it was in Joe's - though I had more of a shacky dance joint in mind. The kind they used to have north of Kingston when I was young. A step up from a bush party.