You know how you can get, like, one stupid song stuck in your head for the day? I get that, but more often it is a really good song, and it stays stuck for months. I was late to the party finding Sam Phillips, but once I found her she really made herself at home in my music lobe. She is another of those artists who cannot record a mediocre song, but even within her stellar catalog, there are a few songs that stand above the rest. Her signature single, Fan Dance--and, in particular, the version you can find on KGSR Broadcasts, Vol. 13--is one of the most lyrically imaginative songs I've ever loved.
The fan dance is a dance performance where the artist creates an illusion of appearing to let you see her naked, but who is cleverly shielding herself from full view by means of strategically placed feather "fans". It is a perfect metaphor for Phillips own confessional style of songwriting, which seems to tell us everything about her, and, at the same time, very little.
This video does not quite capture the essence of the recorded piece, but maybe if I put it out there, I can get this song out of my head for a day or two.


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I'd be content with the song stuck in my head - usually it's Bohemian Rhapsody in mine for some obscure reason.
Bobbot, you got that right!
Linda, I've heard the call of the Bohemian Rhapsody, myself.
Here are the lyrics to Sam Phillips' Bohemian Rhapsody, Fan Dance, which I find so intoxicating:
The violinist puts his violin away
Forbidden city broken into tonight
I use my blindfold to dry my tears
The stage is empty and tired of light
But when I do the fan dance
I'm all the red in China
I'm dialing life up on my telescope
Fringe and mathematics
Shaking down the curtain
To find the dragon parade
And when I do the fan dance
Searchlights answer gunfire
Angels escort falling Mercies
Hearts shut off like streetlights
But even in the blackout
I'll find my balcony rows
The violinist puts his violin away
Forbidden city broken into tonight
I use my blindfold to dry the tears
The stage is empty and tired of light
But when I do the fan dance
I'm firecracker lightning
I burn with no trace up in the cold sky
I am broken open
Waiting for inventions
Of light that see through to love
When I do the fan dance
I'm all the red in China
You write your questions on my skin
I'll be in your dark streets
To keep the lantern burning
Until your new world begins
"You write your questions on my skin." What does she mean by that?