With no Ross County match this weekend due to the international break (Scotland’s match is tomorrow) and the Revolution – Chicago Fire match tomorrow as well, I thought I’d pontificate a bit more on music. You’re welcome. I may have already pontificated in your general direction if you follow me in “real life,” but using my web presence through the site I can spread my gospel even more widely through the virtual world, so why not?
Basically, this is what I’m listening to at the moment- artists, albums, individual songs, whatever.
In my imagination Chris Cornell locked young Jordan Cook (aka “Reignwolf”) in a basement in his native Saskatoon, Saskatchewan with an Gibson ES-335, a practice amp, and the following records: “Disraeli Gears” by Cream, “Psychocandy” by the Jesus & Mary Chain, “Electric” by the Cult, “The Big Come Up” by the Black Keys, “Elephant” by the White Stripes, and an Elmore James compilation. A few years later they came back and found this:
Then, once again in my imagination, he took a solemn vow to turn every horrible classic rock song in the world and to make it good, no, great. He started with this one:
Yup, that just happened.
She’s not dead, or even locked up in an asylum somewhere. Most people lost track of her/interest in her when she ripped up a picture of the then pope on Saturday Night Live, but in the twenty-two years (yes, it’s been THAT long!) since then all she’s been doing is releasing solid to stellar albums on a pretty regular basis. Here’s a song from her most recent one:
Caught you by surprise about halfway through, did it?
Finally, the next time somebody talks to you about the “pop-tart of the month” (I think Ariana Grande currently holds the title belt) and what a great voice she has, pull this up on your phone and cram it into said person’s ear:
That, ladies and gents, is a voice.
Wilson Pickett had two break-through “hits” on he pop charts- “Land of a Thousand Dances” and “Funky Broadway” were top ten hits for him in the 1966 and 1967, respectively. On the R&B charts he had 18 top ten records between 1963 and 1971, five of which reached the top spot. You can blame that on racism, The Beatles, or both- your choice. Here are two of my favorites:
And, if you like it with a little more funk on it…
If you’re a frequent visitor to this site you know that- and I’m going to put this as politely as possible- I have a bit of a “thing” for Imelda May, so when she releases a song containing the lyric, “I love a little strange and I dig a bit of freak,” well… If this isn’t awkward yet I made sure to pick a version of the song where she’s singing it with just her husband playing guitar next to her. If I may save a bit of face at this point, said husband- Darrel Higham- is a FANTASTIC rockabilly guitarist. So, yeah, anyway…
This year, at Thanksgiving, when we go around the table and each have to name something we’re thankful for, I’m just going to say, “Bob Mould.” Thanks, Bob.
Here are a few more…
Finally, if you missed all of this epic epicness a few years ago, here you go-