The evening’s weather forecast was at the very least, ominous. Severe thunderstorms would be passing through close to showtime, and again at the end of the show. Most of us were lucky, having beaten the raindrops into the comfort of the Bergen Performing Arts Center in Englewood, New Jersey.
The Little River Band opened the night with a little a capella intro into “It’s A Long Way There,” just in case you may have forgotten just how strong their five part harmonies can be. Though the band has gone through many changes of personnel over forty years, the integral sound is still very much alive.
Bass player Wayne Nelson has taken over most of the lead vocal duties, though Greg Hind gets plenty of lead time as well. The LRB has a deep catalog of hits with hooks that you can’t get out of your head. All the songs you remember would be played this night, with “Man On Your Mind” as the next in line.
After greeting the crowd and asking if they were ready to sing, the band launched into “Happy Anniversary.” While the set list was heavy on the hits, they didn’t ignore their most recent album, Cuts Like A Diamond, with fine versions “The Lost And The Lonely” and “I’m An Island.” But with an older crowd, the night would indeed be about “Reminiscing.”
Cut me a little slack if my Grammy rant has a few incoherent moments. I've been really sick for the past 4+ days and hadn't really even looked at my computer during most of that time. But watching the red carpet of the Premiere show of the Grammy, better known as the early telecast, well there was a moment I just felt the need to discuss.
As the way too perky British woman interviewer was introduced to the two creators of Best Children's Album nominee Appetite for Construction, a third person, a woman, was added to the group. After the two men answered a question or two, the woman was allowed to introduce herself. She very proudly announced she had been privileged to be the voice in the recorded version of I Am Malala. Wow. As someone who does interviews, my ears perked up and ten questions ran through my mind. Did you meet her? How do you set your tone for your work? What about her words touched you the most? On and on.
So what did she ask her? Nothing. She let her finish her sentence of who she was, then giddily went back to the two men and said "I just have to ask you about the cardboard pocket scarves you are wearing." Cardboard pocket scarves. We really need to get better than this people. We really do.
Once the daytime awards began things were better. If you never seen the early awards, it's just awards and a few musical performances. No commercials, no stupid banter between presenters, no over the top music extravaganza. It's a lot of awards given quickly.
After seeing Mike Farris play in NYC a few months ago, I knew he deserved to win a Grammy, Well, he did. Shine For All The People took home the award for Best Roots Gospel Album, well deserved for his music, even more appreciated for his road getting there.
It was bittersweet seeing Edgar Winter pick up the Best Blues Album award for his brother Johnny's Step Back. Johnny Winter was one of those guys you never expected to live as long as he did, but were still shocked when you heard he had died.
Nice for Rosanne Cash to have her Bonnie Raitt moment and win three Grammys about a hundred years since her last one. And damn, if you haven't seen the Old Crow Medicine Show live, just do it.
It's almost time for the main event to begin. Last year I was in the building, this year I'm in my pajamas. My feet hurt a lot less this year, but it's not quite as exciting.
Not long ago I saw a wonderful piece of wisdom online somewhere, and we all know the internet is the true source of all wisdom, don't we?
It was a quote something to the effect of "Never complain about growing old because so many people never have the chance." Deep, profound, or far out, as my generation once said. And I agree, except not today, Sorry, today is my day to piss and moan and bitch to high heaven because this isn't just any birthday, Nope, this one really bites because I've turned another decade. Trust me, the last one was a walk in the park compared to this one. It's not pretty and there's nothing good about it as far as I can tell, except that I'm still actually here.
Today I am 60. Sixty. 6-fucking-0. Two years away from Social Security eligibility. A whole bunch of years away from middle-age.
I had a conversation with the Drum Mama a week or so ago about whether to actually mention how old I was in my birthday post. This is important to both of us because as I have mentioned before, she is three months younger than I am, so her time is soon gonna come. In the end we both agreed, fuck it. If you don't own it now, you never will.
So here's what I think about turning sixty. Are they any great things about it? Hell no.
But being alive for this long means I have seen and experienced some wild and crazy stuff. Not all good and not all bad. I'm still having a blast and doing things I never thought would be possible. I also see friends and family leave the table at an alarming rate. And this is why we drink.
Technology has been astounding. Music has definitely gone downhill.
The music. Yes. I was seventeen when I saw my first live show. So for the musical portion of this post let's go back to that first show. February 5, 1972 at The Capitol Theatre in Passaic NJ. Brewer and Shipley of "One Toke Over The Line" fame, opened up for The Byrds. Cost of the ticket: $5.50. Experience: Priceless.
I'll thank Mr. Dylan for the song and remember that "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
The date was entered into the iPhone calendar as soon as it was announced. The original subdudes were back together and would be playing BB King’s in NYC.
In March of 1987, three members of the Continental Drifters and another musical friend got together for an acoustic show in New Orleans. That for-one-night-only show started what has been an on and off partnership for over twenty-five years. Over that time the subdudes made a few changes in the band, have been on hiatus, have regrouped, and now are on tour with the original lineup.
Much like the blend of food their old hometown is known for, the music of the subdudes is a gumbo of zydeco, folk, roots, and a lot of swamp thrown in. It is based on sweet harmonies, lots of squeezebox melodies and, the absence of a drum kit. It is subdued… to a point.
For the rest of the review please jump over to onstagemagazine.com by clicking on this link:
Nothing is worse after a late night than a beautiful sunny morning. That observation, and the prompt from Linda, who chose the Chrissie Hynde song "Dark Sunglasses" for Lance's 100 Word Song, made this week's entry relatively easy to put together.
So... when we last heard from the partners-in-crime...
As she lay on the bed lost in memories of the night before,
the dark sunglasses shaded her eyes from the morning sun beaming through the hotel
room window. Damn that was fun.
Rock & Roll always is.
Just the right ratio
of music and booze. Not enough to make bad decisions, but enough for a good
time.
Almost time for a shower, breakfast and the trip back to the
place called Reality. A lot of shows, a lot of road trips, and a lot of laughs,
over a lot of years. Wouldn't change a thing.
Last week I wrote about some new music I couldn't wait to hear. Read that here. The band was Lake Street Dive, and the name of their new release was Bad Self Portraits.
Well, I listened to it a few times and wrote a review. It's published over on the Earth Hertz Records website. It would make me real happy if you would click on the link below, and check it out.
It's freakin' cold today. Six degrees cold. And there's snow, wind blown snow that needs to be gone. But it ain't leaving any time soon. I need warmth. I need palm trees, I need sun, and those of you who know me realize sunshine is not usually a priority in my life. I could use some today. Or in three weeks.
Three weeks. Twenty-one days, and I'll be leaving on a jet plane. Off to a warmer climate, though the temperature is really just a nice throw-in. No, the reason for me leaving the great state of New Jersey is to fly to Los Angeles. For the Grammy Awards. Yeah.
I'm going to the Grammy Awards. As I have mentioned several times on Kat's Theory of Music, I am part of Earth Hertz Records, and apparently there are some real nice perks. Getting invited to the Grammy Awards is one hell of a nice perk... don't you think? Yeah.
So on January 24th, I'll be flying into LA, and that night the fun begins with a pre-Grammy party. There will be a lot of people to meet, and at this point I'm still a bit overwhelmed. I'm just a writer of a little blog who somehow fell in with some extremely cool people, and together we have a vision for the record business. I'm not sure what made Robert & Eloa Xeno believe I would be the right fit for their company, and I don't even have the words to describe how happy I am that they did.
All arrangements are made, almost all the shopping is done. I have the dress and even more importantly because I will be on my feet for a very, very long time, I have the shoes. Hopefully the hair and nails will be done the day before, and I am begging Mother Nature to calm her ass down with this winter weather shit.
There will be lots to write about, and I hope to bring you all some sort of play-by-play on what it's really like to be Cinderella at the ball.
Just one last thing. Jumping into this record company adventure was a huge leap of faith, for them and me. I've always tried to listen to what my gut tells me. In this case it told me there was a possibility of a real fun journey, and it was all about music. I felt like I was just taking a new path home. If life opens a door, run through it before someone slams it in your face.
So today, Lance over at MyBlogCanBeatUpYourBlog was saying nice things about me, and being yesterday was his birthday and I've haven't bought his new book yet (but I will and you should too) I was guilted into playing his 100 Word Song Challenge.
Seeing as Tara from ThinSpiralNotebook chose this week's song and it was one of my faves, I couldn't resist. The song is "And She Was" by Talking Heads. Now there's a little story about this song and me. A few months ago I was interviewed by glipho.com. It's a blogging platform where I post my Life and Music blogs in addition to my own site. One of the questions they asked was to choose 3-5 songs which define me. One of the songs I chose was "Brave and Crazy" by Melissa Etheridge for obvious reasons. One was Dobie Gray's "Drift Away," and the third was "And She Was." The reason being sometimes in observing people and life in general, I feel like I'm both in the world and above it, looking in.
With that in mind, I decided not to come up with a story per se this week, but rather use the title to tell my story. This being it: I wrote a lot when I was young, then took off about 30 years, then started writing again. Just lately, I began a new career in the music business... writing. About music.YES. Happy ending indeed.
Since I already feel like I'm late to class and haven't handed in my homework assignment, here's my second post of the day. This one is for Jen's Twisted Mix Tape Tuesday. This week we are moving into Part 1 of the 1970's. Great decade for music. It came about after all the rules had been broken, after American blues clashed with the British Invasion and country and southern rock started to roll. I loved every minute of it.
This was the decade when I saw my first, second and probably my 250th live concert. I was old enough to do what I wanted and young enough to not have responsibilities getting in the way. Did I make some wrong decisions... hell yes, didn't we all. But did I have fun... indeed I did. And I have retained some of the memories to prove it. The rest were forgotten when those brain cells that were in such abundance back then, suddenly went pfft. C'est la vie.
My first choice is no big surprise, it is either #1 or #2 on virtually every Top 100 music list of the era. I could listen to it everyday of my life and still enjoy hearing it. The two parts of the song: the vocal and instrumental are each beautiful on their own. Put them together and it's seven minutes that are magical. The opening riff is one of the most recognizable in music.
What else can it be but "Layla"
The band which first comes to mind for me when I think 70's music is the Eagles. Initially I thought I would use "Take It Easy," written by Glenn Frey and Jackson Brown, as it's the first song I remember from them. But no Eagles song fills me with more emotion and takes me to a better place than this Tom Waits song.
"Ol '55."
I loved Loggins & Messina. I must have seen them a dozen times. When I heard Jimmy Messina from Buffalo Springfield was teaming up with this other guy, I was interested. Then I saw Kenny Loggins and wow. Not only was he hot, but he had that voice... yeah. Their first album, "Sittin' In" was brilliant, and their follow up was just as good. Their song that I've picked is the title cut. Loved the lyrics, loved the sound, love the long instrumental in the middle.
"What a shot you would be if you could look at me with those..." "Angry Eyes"
Next up is the song I actually started this music blog with. It's all about the feeling. It's all about music. It's my definition of what music does to me. "Give me the beat boys and free my soul, I wanna get lost in your Rock & Roll and drift away." Isn't that how music should make you feel? This blog began with a post about the death of Dobie Gray, it lives because of the music.
"And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me"
"Drift Away"
Then there was Traffic. Oy, such a decision. Do I go with "Dear Mr. Fantasy", "Low Spark" or "Feeling Alright"? In the end, I went with the first song I played on my first CD player. From John Barleycorn Must Die, one piano infused instrumental that just rocked.
"Glad"
So that's five, the number we're supposed to pick. But it's missing someone and as a resident of the "Great State of New Jersey," I feel the need to break the rules. I need to bring in The Boss. Again, the choice is tough. Just choosing which album to take a song from is tough. Greeting from Asbury Park's "Spirit in the Night," or anything from Born to Run would have worked. But I'm going with one song which I wouldn't hear at every concert, which just made it more special when I did. Coming from probably my favorite Bruce album, Darkness on the Edge of Town, it's all Max and Roy at the start, with the tempo building as the song explodes with longing and passion.
"She says, Baby if you wanna be wild,
you got a lot to learn, close your eyes,
Let them melt, let them fire,
let them burn"
The exquisite "Candy's Room"
As a sad side note. It's two years today that we lost The Big Man,Clarence Clemmons. Sure hope he's having a good time playing with the band upstairs.
Thanks Jen for having us over at your place again. Promise next week I'll bring the beer.
So today I'm doing something new. Jen over at My Skewed View hosts a blog hop every week called Twisted Mixed Tape Tuesday where you think back to the days when those of us of a certain age would create a cassette tape of mixed songs. Sometimes they were random songs, sometimes like when you were hot for someone, you made a theme tape where you desperately tried to get a message across, without making yourself seem too desperate. Or maybe that was just me.
Whatever.
So last week and this week her (non-desperate) theme is the 60's. Lots of great music came from that era, I know, I was there. My influences began with the Beatles, worked through Simon & Garfunkel, throw in some Dylan, Jefferson Airplane, Janis, Joni, Judy, Dusty, Rascals, Supremes and a shit-load of other British groups. I sucked it all in: rock, soul, calypso, and all those folk singers who wrote great lyrics.
Coming up with five songs to create a feel for the 60's is damn near impossible, but them's the rules. So, in no particular order are my five selections.
In 1972, I went to my first live show. It was the Byrds at the Capitol Theatre in Passaic, NJ. It was a life-changing experience, so to not have the Byrds as my first choice would be just wrong. Several songs were contenders and one will probably make the cut when the Mixed Tape moves to the 70's next week. But for the 60's I'll take a song written by another influence, Bob Dylan.
"My Back Pages"
Then there were the Jersey Boys. No, not the Four Seasons, although their music was indeed part of the soundtrack of those early years. And even though they all weren't really from Jersey, one of them lived a few blocks away from me and that was about as cool as it got. Talking about the Rascals. sure. Now talk about trying to pick one song, I could pick ten. I'll choose one I've used in a blog a while back because it has everything a hit song should have and... it's freakin' great.
"I Ain't Gonna Eat Out My Heart Anymore"
Grace Slick. As I've said before, she was my idol and that explains so much about me. She fronted a band, she had attitude, she was tough, she said "motherfucker" on an album. Yes she did. The first time I heard "Somebody To Love," I was all in. But Jefferson Airplane were much more than "Somebody" and "White Rabbit." Have a listen to Marty Balin's vocal on "Today," it's breathtaking in its simplicity and beauty. For the Mixed Tape entry though, I'll dance with the girl who brought me.
"Somebody To Love"
For me, there is no way any soundtrack from the 60's could not include the Beatles. Ah, but which song? When the Beatles movies came out, we would take the bus into Passaic and spend the day at the movie theater. Back then there were three regular theaters and then the Capitol which was a porno theater at that point. Anyway, they ran the movies non-stop and you could sit there all day and watch it over and over. And that's just what we would do. Probably four times. So those movies were part of my soundtrack and "Help" had the more fun music. My Beatles selection is one where we would trade off who would sing lead and who would sing backup, either way we had a blast.
"Eight Days A Week"
The last song is not rock, pop or soul. Damn I didn't include any Motown. Rather it's one which is a little bittersweet for me this week. My Dad played a little guitar and a little harmonica. When I was really little, I can remember him singing this to me. It has always held a special place in my heart and my soul. This weekend will be my first Father's Day without him and I miss him. So for him, a little taste of calypso with Harry Belafonte..
On May 18th, I took a road trip two states north to Connecticut. The purpose of the trip was to see the band Survivor play at the Mohegan Sun Casino, and do an interview with lead guitarist and founding member of the band, Frankie Sullivan.
The interview was to take place before sound check and I was given a contact number to verify at 4pm. Well, sometimes plans don't go as expected. Lucky for me, this was one of those times where when things get screwed up, they turn out better than they would have if it all went according to plan.
Not able to get verification by phone, we ended up downstairs as the band did a sound check and got confirmation that the interview would take place, but it would be after the show. So much better. While Frankie might be tired, he would also be more relaxed now that the show was over. It would also let me talk with him about the night's performance.
After the show was over, we were taken backstage to wait for Frankie. On the way in drummer Marc Droubay was already speaking to a few people, but otherwise it was quiet. Bass player Bill Ozzello came by and said a few words and keyboard/guitarist Walter Tolentino stayed for a nice conversation in which I learned the world is a very small place sometimes.
In speaking with Frankie, I found him to be relaxed, open and very responsive. He was as interested in my point of view, as I was in his. It was the kind of conversation where you could have talked for hours, unfortunately at one point security needed to shut down the area for the night.
I didn't get to ask everything I had planned, sometimes you just need to let the interview take its natural course, but I did find out about the decision to bring back original vocalist Dave Bickler to sing alongside Jimi Jamison, the man who replaced him. We also talked about touring, new music and a whole lot more.
Last week was an interesting one music wise for me. I was able to attend two live shows and you know how that makes me smile. The first show was Blues at the Crossroads 2, which I have already reviewed, and the second show was Room 105: The Highs and Lows of Janis Joplin.
The show features the great singer Sophie B. Hawkins as Janis, and takes you back in time through the memories of the spirit of Janis. Her hard and unhappy life is depicted through on ongoing monologue and of course through the kickass music of Joplin. Janis used to say that onstage she made love to thousands of people... but went home home. This show brings to life exactly what she meant.
While there haven't been quite as many posts on Kat's Theory of Music lately, it doesn't mean I've been slacking off. I've been lucky enough to have some of my reviews picked up by other websites and for the most part have forgotten to make mention of them here on this site.
So, first up I'd like to thank both ourvinyl.com and musicstaruniverse.com for publishing both my album reviews and concert reviews, and I look forward to writing many more in the future. These are two great sites, so check them out when you get a chance. Links to my posts from ourvinyl.com can be found on the right hand side of this page under "But Wait, There's More," and you can find musicstaruniverse.com under the side heading of "Worth A Look-See." From that link, you can find my featured page on the site.
Lots of good stuff happening on those fronts, but there will still be plenty to talk about here on Kat's Theory.
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Born in Port Arthur, Texas in 1943, Janis Joplin would have turned 70 years old today.
Not the prom queen, the brain or the most popular girl by any stretch of the imagination, Janis did have something none of the other kids had...she had soul, and the voice to share it.
Her teens were hard years, she didn't fit in and increasingly turned to music to soothe her inner turmoil. Moving to California, the San Francisco music scene was much more welcoming.
As a kid, when I first heard Janis sing "Piece of My Heart", her voice and style was something both amazing and unnerving at the same time. If you listened close enough, you knew it wasn't screams coming out, it was pure raw emotion. Janis threw every bit of what she felt into her singing. But even with all her success and talent, her demons eventually won the battle on October 4, 1970.
A couple of my favorites from the Little Girl Blue.
"Summertime" ...the classic song from Porgy and Bess, with an incredible interpretation "Ball and Chain"...showing every bit of her soul. "Move Over" ...live and on fire
She didn't look like anyone else, she didn't act like anyone else and she didn't sing like anyone else.
It's been a bit of a wild week. Stuff, and lots of it happening. Besides the usual list of must-do's, we had a hell of a music night on Wednesday. No way in the world I would not see the end of the 12-12-12 Concert, so I started yesterday on 3 hours of sleep. Throw in a trip to NYC last night for a live show and this morning, a Friday no less, is not all sunshine and rainbows.
But it's still time to get a little music out.
In today's episode of The Song Remains the Same, we have a very popular title. I know of at least ten songs with it, and because the genres are so varied, I'm putting up four different songs with the same title.
Big day in the music world. The 12-12-12 concert will take place later on tonight. Today is also an important day in the state of New Jersey for two reasons. On this day, one music giant was born, and so was one giant music fan.
I can't even believe so many years have passed since a baby girl was born in a hospital in New York City. A tiny human being who has brought nothing but joy and pride to her family. A child who so quickly grew into a teenager and now a woman. Someone who has always treasured every one of her crazy relatives...though some more than others, but I won't name names. As she has loved us, we have cherished her. Through movies and dog shows, from carrying on family traditions to creating new ones together, it has been a joy to share them with her. Two of my greatest delights have been taking her to her first rock concert and then to her first Springsteen concert...a mandatory education for a Jersey girl. To you, my beautiful niece, I wish that every bit of happiness you give to others, comes right back to you. Love you MC.
But I digress.
Also born on this day, Francis Albert Sinatra...Frank.
No introduction needed.
This past weekend, I was lucky enough to see a show at the Sherman Theater in Stroudsburg PA. It featured Newgrass band Railroad Earth and opening act Yarn. Both were great.
For a review of the show, check out my post Railroad Earth @Stroudsburg PA on ourvinyl.com
For the second Saturday night in a row, I found myself travelling for a little music. What could be better than that?
This adventure took me about thirty miles away from the weekend house in the Poconos, to the Sherman Theater in Stroudsburg PA. Headlining the night was Newgrass band Railroad Earth. We will get to them another day, but today I'd like to spread the news about the support band that night. Brooklyn NY based Americana-Alt Country band Yarn.
Other than the fact they were great, what amazed me is that until last Wednesday when I was pretty sure I would go to the show, I had not heard of them. Bad job by me. But in researching the particulars of the show, I started to check out their music and their website. As I launched their website's music player, the first song "Fussing & Fighting," a country-style tune with references to listening to Jim Croce got my interest. As fun as the first song was, it's not quite indicative of their true sound.
Saturday night they started the set with the song "Annie," an aching song which starts slowly and builds to include some beautiful harmonies and a catchy chorus. This immediately got me happy. This opening act was gonna be good.
The rest of the set did not disappoint. The six-piece band has clearly worked hard on their craft. Everything in sync, each piece a perfect compliment to the others. Good songwriting, good singing, good musicians. It all added up to a great start of the night.
A little fun today. Today a friend and fellow writer and I are both doing a album review, but we are guesting on each other's blog. So filling up the space here is Jim Wood from gojimmygo.net Read his take of the CD then jump over to his site to read mine.
Go Jimmy Go!
I have to give a big thank you to Kat for allowing me to guest post on her
blog today.
Ironically, it was through a mutual admiration of Jimi Jamison and Survivor
that brought us together. So for our first cross-post to be about Jimi’s new
album, “Never Too Late” is pretty cool.
Kat and I both have had the pleasure of meeting Jimi on several occasions
this past year. But once we discovered he was releasing a new CD, our eyes lit
up like saucers.
As most writers do, (and admittedly with a bit of bias towards the subject
matter) we both set forth to write a review of the new album. But once we
realized just how amazing this new music was, we thought it might be even
cooler to “guest post” our reviews on each other’s blog. So, without any
further ado, here is my review on Jimi Jamison’s ‘Never Too Late’: the absolute
BEST melodic rock album of 2012.
As most of you know, I’m a tried and true music fan of the 80′s. For me,
growing up during the age of the Members Only jacket was a great time to be
alive (at least as far as music is concerned).
Whenever my favorite bands would put out a
new album, it was an event. I remember rushing home from the mall with my new
found treasure and making my way to my upstairs bedroom, where an empty
turntable eagerly awaited. For the next hour or so, it didn’t matter if the
world was ending; the music was all that mattered.
A great album from the 1980′s would typically have at least three hits on
it. Songs that would be regularly played on the radio. The remaining tracks
were usually just as good, but although these gems would never find a place on
the FM dial, they’d still become fan favorites.
Over the years, the “event” of buying and enjoying an entire album went the
way of the dinosaur. Today, you’re lucky if there are even two songs from an
album that are worthy of repeated listenings. But just when I thought I’d be
lost in the wilderness of musical despair, along comes “Never Too Late” by Jimi
Jamison.
Fresh off the heels of ‘Crossroads Moment’ and his duets album with Bobby
Kimball, Jamison again proves why he’s one of the greatest voices in rock. In
joining forces with writer/producer Erik Martensson, he’s given us a melodic
rock treasure chest. One that’s filled with enough musical booty to fill the
soul and immerse our senses in tasty hooks and melodies and reunite us once
again with the voice that defined a generation.
It’s worth noting that all eleven tracks on ‘Never Too Late’ are worthy of
a place in any music collection. From the opening piano intro on the track
‘Everybody’s Got A Broken Heart’, the entire album is a cacophony of
sonic euphoria.
The standout for me though is the title track. With its multiple hooks and
inspirational message, it’s reminiscent of many classic Survivor songs about
keeping faith and finding love. A song that will certainly endure the test of
time, and one that would surely blow up any arena wherever it’s performed.
On ‘The Air That I Breathe’,
Jamison pours out his heart and soul about finding a complete love; even
comparing his personal defenses and walls with sand. Brilliant. In ‘Heaven Call Your Name’, Jamison asks
the question, Why? An emotionally haunting ballad that could easily be sung
without music and still deliver the same impact.
‘Walk On (Wildest Dreams)’ closes
out the album with the same power and intensity that began it all, and makes
one lament why such a great collection of songs has to end. Fortunately though,
21st century digital technology makes it easy to simply press repeat rather
than flipping over a piece of vinyl to Side A. I guess progress is a good
thing.
In an age where talent shows give record deals out freely and careers are
dictated by how many auto-tuned singles you can release at any given time, it’s
rare to find an entire album that can be this darn good. ‘Never Too Late’
indeed.
For the next fifty minutes, I’d like you to conduct an experiment. Hop in
your mini-van (or whatever it is we middle aged connoisseurs of real music own
these days) and drive somewhere with ‘Never Too Late’ as your soundtrack;
preferably through the back winding roads of your own hometown on a beautiful,
crisp day. Make sure you play the album from start to finish, and don’t just
listen to it; immerse yourself in it.
Do you hear it? Can you feel it?
It’s real music, and what could possibly be better than that?
Track Listing: 01. Everybody’s Got A
Broken Heart
02. The Great Unknown
03. Never Too Late
04. I Can’t Turn Back
05. Street Survivor
06. The Air I Breathe
07. Not Tonight
Thanks for stopping by Jim. For Kat's review, go to... gojimmygo.net
Bored by the conversation of her sorority sisters, Sam aimlessly
looked out the window. The frat boys
they spoke of with such veneration were nothing more than well dressed
mannequins; handsome but vapid.
She thought of Jesse. The way he looked in jeans as he
nailed the floor boards on the deck. How the sweat ran down his back, finding its
natural path. The way she felt when he’d pick her up and spin her until she was
dizzy.
She thought of her brother, smiling broadly as he greeted
his friend, instantly reminding her she was just the little sister.
ZZ Top "Sharp Dressed Man" ...Maybe not all girls are crazy for them.
This post is for the prompt of Sharp Dressed Man for Lance's 100 Word Song
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