Because You're Young
Waterloo Sunset
So Pete Quaife, bassist for the Kinks during the 60s, is dead.
His favourite Kinks album was
Village Green Preservation Society (it's my favourite too), so I think it's time a for a listen. RIP, Pete. 1943-2010.
Check out this for an excellent interview with Pete from 1998. What a cool guy. And, if I might say so, a true babe.
Labels: Pete Quaife, The Kinks
Blagged!
This is how my year usually rolls (though not necessarily in this order): I go through a different musical phase roughly each month.
1. David Bowie, Lou Reed, Iggy Pop, T. Rex
2. Ramones, Clash, The Replacements, X, Tiger Army, Pixies
3. Bob Dylan, Joan Baez
4. Donovan, Love, Cat Stevens, Grateful Dead
5. Tom Waits, Devendra Banhart, Leningrad
6. Pink Floyd (and the solo albums), King Crimson <-- I am on this RIGHT NOW
7. Nina Simone, Jeff Buckley, Leonard Cohen, Scott Walker
8. Supertramp, Alan Parsons Project
9. Beatles, Kinks, Doors, Stone Roses, The Jam
10. 50s and 60s rock 'n' roll (e.g. Shirley and Lee, the Dell Vikings, the American Graffiti Soundtrack)
11. Danzig, Misfits, Samhain
12. Alice Cooper, Iron Maiden, Blue Oyster Cult, Led Zep
There is, of course, a mass of other shite that gets stuck in there, but these are The Big Ones. I've been thinking about how much it's going to suck when I die - I'll never be able to listen to my favourite albums again! Totally lip syncing to
The Great Gig in the Sky on my deathbed.
P.S. Am still gunning for Davey Gilmour:
Labels: David Gilmour, List
Forever Changes
Love is such an excellent band. My favourite song of theirs (and one of my Top Ten Best Songs of All Time) is
You Set the Scene. It has some KILLER lines:
"There are people wearing frowns who'll screw you up
But they would rather screw you down"
and
"This is the only thing that I am sure of
And that's all that lives is gonna die
And there'll always be some people here to wonder why
And for every happy hello, there will be good-bye"
and the absolute best
"I need you so, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if you take it easy
I'm still teethin'
I wanna love you, but
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"
The build-up on "I wanna love you, but-" and the sadness as he pulls away with the "oh"s is one of the greatest representations of love that exists in song. Honestly. It's why they can actually pull off a hardcore band-name like "Love". This moment is what kicks the piece into Top-Ten worthy material - and if you've never heard it, imaginary audience, you know what your homework is.
Labels: Love, Lyrics, Top Ten
Longest Train I Ever Saw
Joan Baez is fucking tops and here's why:
1. Her voice is NUTS. Have you heard her rendition of Led Zep's
Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You?
2. She can make me weep like a baby. Who doesn't love a good pre-bedtime weep? See:
Silver Dagger,
The Trees They Do Grow High.
3. She's a fox!
4. STONE COLD.
5. In French she would be called "la renarde" and she would be hunted with only her cunning to protect her.
6. Her originals are as good as her covers. See: the absolute classic and (as we all know) Bobby Dylan based
Diamonds and Rust.
7. In
Don't Look Back, she was wearing a cowboy hat and eating a banana and singing "Yonder stands your orphan with his gun/crying like a BANANA in the sun". I laughed and I laughed. Comedy gold! STONE COLD.
8. Look what Wiki says! She "has displayed a lifelong commitment to political and social activism in the fields of nonviolence, civil and human rights and the environment". That's the kind of commitment I want to have displayed when I'm lifelong.
Labels: Joan Baez, She's a fox
All Lovers Are Deranged
What is the deal with David Gilmour? I mean, I was all "that Karl Urban-like dude in this Floyd photo: not too bad", but I never got interested in the guy until I was supposed to be finishing up the first chapter on my thesis. So naturally I was actually spending my time watching Pink Floyd docos. And this man is gorgeous! He's a babe! One of the things I like about getting unnecessary crushes on people who were young in the 60s is that I get to convince myself I'm (a) detached, (b) studying music history, and (c) totally capable of building a time machine.
Nah, but seriously. That his work with the Floyd is amazing goes without saying. He's put out three solo albums and I have been playing About Face consistently for the last 48 hours - I suggest you do the same. It's wild. And, you know, having listened to the Momentary Lapse of Reason album about 5 billion times since I was in high school, his voice is ingrained in my consciousness and has a degree of familiarity for me that I believe only Bowie and Danzig share. People: that is saying something. Saying something which may be a lie, I haven't thought about it hard enough. Let it be said that Dave Gilmour has aged pretty well, though I must admit my heart is set on Roger Waters when it comes to the most gorge of the older Pinks.
Labels: David Gilmour, He's a babe, Pink Floyd