Friday, October 21, 2011
Oh boy does this song rock hard for a country song. I had heard the Eric Clapton cover before but the Don Williams version is the Gangsta Shit with a capital "G" and "S". Plus, Don Williams looks pretty badass (even though I think his nickname was "The Gentle Giant").
Songs like this and 'Guitar Town' by Steve Earle make me want to be a shit kicking country troubadour, living out of a beat up bag and banging Lot Lizards. There is a certain sense of freedom in being alone on the road, nothing but you and the next exit and the song on the radio. Unfortunately, I will probably still just work tirelessly at a desk, not knowing what it is like to live on Tulsa Time (or any exotic time for that matter).
Monday, October 17, 2011
This one goes out to the Saint Louis Cardinals, champions of the National League. Why, you ask? Because the Cardinals are much like this song. Technically proficient, very popular in the Midwest, and sort of boring. And also, I watch the Cards absent minded. Much like I listen to this song.
Maybe I am becoming MOR (much like Bread, who were the kings of Middle of the Road)? Tonight I ate sausages and beans with apple pie and watched sitcoms on CBS. Granted, one I was watching because it is awesome (How I Met Your Mother) and the other I was watching because I was transfixed by the tremenjousness of Kat Dennings ample, ample bosom (Two Broke Girls, I think). The first one makes me feel sad and warm at the same time in a very good way, and the other one featured a "wad in the face joke" and two reasons to tune in every week.
To stave off this MOR, middle age, wearing PJs at 8PM vibe, I think I need to listen to some Wire or Mission of Burma or something. But I'll probably just continue to Wikipedia food and defunct newspapers with SportsCenter on in the background for the next three hours and drift off to bed.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
So this is what constituted a B-Side in 1970? Jesus Fuck, what a jam! I found this 45 for a quarter the other day, and it totally blows 'Immigrant Song' (the A-Side) out of the water. And previously I thought nothing could blow that out of anything, because it was all about vikings and pillaging and probably also had references to the fine ass 15 year olds Jimmy Page was nailing back then.
But 'Hey Hey' comes with some hot fire about a mean woman who can ball all day, and who won't be true. That's not usually a good combo for a life partner, but I think the boys from the LZ weren't really looking for wifeys. The part where Mister Plant wails about going to church still confuses the fuck out of me though.
From doing a little research, I learned that this nugget was supposed to be on Led Zeppelin III. I am pretty sure it would have been a better song than 'Hats Off (To Roy Harper)' but there ain't no way it's fucking with the pastoral majesty of 'Tangerine'. All in all though, it makes me long for the time that bands were so badass that they could put something like 'Hey Hey' on a B-Side because they were just that damn good.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
This has always been one of the quintessential New Wave songs for me. I found the parent record "Spring Session M" today for 50 cents and I've been bumping it this evening. It's surprisingly pretty strong, and surprisingly sounds sort of contemporary (methinks the overwhelming trend of Turbo Pop on pop top 40 and dance rock on alt rock may have something to do with it). "Spring Session M" also has the awesome (and New Wave as fuck) 'Walking in L.A' and 'Words' on it.
It all makes me want to put on some leg warmers and hit up an abandoned factory to dance Footloose style.