Didn’t know this clip, didn’t know this group. John Capouya has written a book about Florida soul, and posted this bit of Memphis on Facebook. It’s a good one.
Category Archives: history
Yes, Roundabout
This isn’t the only excellent Yes song.
But when I put on their History of Yes set, sorted randomly, I was quickly shunted into despair.
All the talk about virtuosity here, the reason we thought these songs were rock songs were because the drums spoke to us. The bass, too.
Wakefield. Capes. Pawns. As rock fans in the day this came out, it wasn’t exotic. It was music that evolved naturally out of Traffic and the Moody Blues and whatever.
Lester Bangs and the Delinquents, “I Just Want to Be a Movie Star”
Facebook friend Darren Viola posted some Christgau clips of 1977 live show previews of the B-52s and Fleshtones shows at Max’s, which are fun, but down in the comments was a link to this tune from 1980.
I didn’t know this one, which is great fun.
Listening to the whole album. Good!
Prog Rock Episode
I loved ELP’s version of Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition.
I loved Yes. I liked the Moody Blues. Fucking King Crimson.
Kelefah Sanneh wrote about prog rock in the New Yorker earlier this year. You can read his excellent piece here.
I loved much of this music. Virtuosity was important, but so was a big bottom. In my memory this was music that pounded was aggressive, like rock, but also exulted in notes and playing, and felt really good.
Sanneh gets that, which is why I’m here.
One thing I remember was that Scott Muni, the program director of WNEW as well as DJ, would often put on a whole side of Yes or the Moody Blues in order to take meetings while DJing. That usually worked, though WE knew.
There are lots of good suggestions about what you should listen to in Sanneh’s story, so go and listen to them. I’ve had three conversations in recent weeks about the Mahavishnu Orchestra. As Sanneh says, not prog, but passing.
And more than anything, you should listen to Bitches Brew.
Songs that immediately clicked
That’s what Lawr posted about. I’m with him on Locomotion. Here’s his post about songs that grabbed him immediately. That’s a great idea, and I’m with him on Complete Control, maybe the greatest of the great Clash’s cuts.
I think he’s out of his mind on the Peter Gabriel, but that isn’t my call. What is my call is this is No. 1, without a doubt. Changed my life. Really.
But the Beatles were huger.
Buck Owens, Waitin’ On Your Welfare Line
I tried to write about this song as politics, because clearly Buck’s perspective on the benefits and costs of welfare in 1966 were courtly and open-armed. At least until he got a hug in and a kiss. But clearly Buck’s metaphor is romantic, not political, and it better serves this funny novelty to remind us that there was a time, say 1966, when the basic idea of government services providing a safety net and a leg up were not seen as some sort of political litmus test. Even if he’s driving a Cadillac.
I don’t think the general population disagrees with this any more than they did back then, but the schism is much more sharp today.
In any case, back in those simpler times a crazy extended metaphor could spend ten weeks at No. 1, and Big Government looked a lot like busted love.
Glen Campbell Tribute. Talking about John Denver. And then.
So likeable, and pretty revealing, too. Which goes together.
Dave Grohl, Band on the Run
Another clip from the McCartney tribute at the White House, with Dave Grohl playing Band on the Run. Not an easy thing.
The impressive thing is the band. Who are those guys? Great stuff.
Elvis Costello, Penny Lane
So, this was from a live tribute to Paul McCartney at the White House. It has the White House logo on it.
It’s new to me. And wildly spirited and emotional, partly because Costello’s mum’s connection, but also because Costello is full of fire. And so is the band, especially the horn player, who comes from the president’s own band.
This is good stuff.
Glen Campbell is Gone.
We knew this was coming. The Big A claimed him some years back and he had a dignified last stand.
But today, my first thought was Gentle on My Mind, which is I think the first time I ever knew his name.
My second thought was watching them shoot Rhinestone Cowboy, the movie, on Bank Street. By them I mean Dolly Parton and Sylvester Stallone.
My third thought was plumbing the depths of Campbell’s time in the Wrecking Crew and the Beach Boys.
But finally, really, this bit of corny soundtrack to a good movie he starred in and contributed the soundtrack is a testament to his giant talent and versatility and big hearted spirit. A little more country than rock ‘n’ roll, a little more mainstream than any of us would like, he cut a big swath across the culture. Good for him.