I make no claims of being any sort of “disc jockey” nor would I lable myself a “mash-up artist” by any means—I merely propose that I am a corrector of history’s mistakes. Case in point:
Hall & Oates’ “One on One” is a pretty good song. The verse has some pretty effective modal explorations going on in the bass and keyboard and Darryl Hall is using an extended sports analogy to describe how he wants to spend some quality and pressure-free alone time with a lady. He is telling women what they want to hear and honestly, who can blame him?
HOWEVER, the chorus hits and the song absolutely deflates. What starts as a driving midtempo light FM jam turns into a mealy and apologetic mush-fest. I suggest clicking here for a point of reference.
What I have done is asked, “What if?” I have replaced said chorus with the single greatest fragment of western music ever recorded—the ‘B’ section from Ghostbusters. Also some rapping. (Warning: awkward cross-fades ahead)
