So. I’m drinkin’ on a Friday night. Here are the two songs I’ve been listening to:
And:
Talk about what you like to listen to when you’ve been drinkin’ in comments. Or, heck, treat it as an open thread.
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I’ll switch to Smooth Criminal.Report
I’ve done some digging, and my memory (for once) did not play me false. The meme that Mickey Kaus sleeps with dead goats did not originate with the John Edwards affair brouhaha, but back in 2004 with his uncritical acceptance of a debunked story about John Kerry.Report
Huh. And I was certain that “Kaus Blows Goats” originated with Matt Y with John Edwards.
I was wrong.
And now I’m listening to Captain Eo.Report
I responded! I responded! Jay, you don’t need to do that to yourself!Report
I saw the Captain Eo movie for reals at Epcot at some point in my teenage years. I remember that I thought it was a lot more awesome than I was willing to communicate to my moms, who brought me there.
When I went to Epcot with Maribou, they had replaced Captain Eo with some sort of “mission space” Gary Sinese crap that was, sure, interesting…
But it wasn’t Michael Jackson.
This weekend, I will be taking my Mom out to some Mother’s Day Brunch somewhere. I will do my best to tell her “thank you”.
Because she took me to Epcot when Michael Jackson was still on this side of okay.Report
Maybe I should go digging in the archives. I’m in the mood for something new to drink and I know there are some great recipes just laying around here.Report
Blues or soul, heavy on the guitar. Aretha Franklin, B.B. King, the Ike and Tina Turner Revue, Brother Ray, Elmore James, Lightnin’ Hopkins, Sam Cooke, Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, Sam & Dave, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry, Sly and the Family Stone. The Brits get in the mix too: Peter Green, Eric Clapton, John Mayall, Jeff Beck. Sometimes a little Elvis for fun, and Led Zeppelin and the Rolling Stones usually find their way on the playlist too.
If I’m moody, it’s time for the Floyd or the Beatles. But tonight, I’m on a happy drunk.Report
Jaysus, I haven’t been out drinking at a show in a while. I am out of practice.
The band I saw was stunningly average, but the Drive-By Truckers and the Cheap Trick on the way home rocked.
As did this:
http://youtu.be/e8v7w46WHa0
“You’re lucky words don’t bleed” should be posted over every internet combox.Report
Also, since I have been drinking, I will rant a teeny-tiny bit.
I love The Beach Boys. A lot. “God Only Knows” is a great song.
But a little Beach Boys goes a long way, and their revival and widespread embrace in recent years has done rock and roll no favors.
Too much sugar, not enough salt.Report
Dude. Brian Wilson went insane for you.Report
Brian Wilson died for somebody’s sins, but not mine.Report
Dude. Listen to Smile again.
Those are his hands.
Those are your hands.Report
I should clarify: my “beef”, such as it is, is not with the Beach Boys, whom I love dearly. My beef is with the legions of revivalists, and it is twofold (threefold, if you count “ubiquity/overuse” as a complaint – for a few years there, bands with Beach-Boys-sounding vocals were everywhere):
One, as you note, Wilson shot all that beauty through with loneliness and sadness. The revivalists would do well to pick up on that aspect, as the contrast is a crucial part of what gives the original music its lasting power. The followers are often getting the sound right, but missing its subtle shades in mood (generally only replicating one of its modes, joy).
Two, when I say “sugar” I am actually referring more to the sonic aspects than thematic ones. As you know, I like me some grit and noise. If you don’t have some of the ol’ dissonance in your rock music, it ain’t rock music, and sonic perfection can sound soulless (particularly if you are not a Brian-Wilson-level genius, but only somebody imitating a Brian-Wilson-level genius). Pile on the heavenly harmonies without coating them with some gunk, and sooner or later my teeth start to hurt. The musical equivalent of cotton candy; it’s great for a few bites, then you start to feel sick, and pure sugar doesn’t satisfy your hunger.
The Ramones’ idea to play the Beach Boys really fast and stupid, and the JAMC’s idea to play the Beach Boys with a vacuum cleaner and a tablesaw, were two of rock music’s most inspired ones; they paradoxically showed utmost love and respect via some extremely-fertile mutilations to their beloved. They made it less sonically-sweet, and so more palatable over the long haul.
IOW, this generally is how I prefer my Beach Boys tributes – scuffed-up and abraded:
http://youtu.be/CslfmYcEwEYReport