Monday, February 11, 2013
This was the first album in the 1000 Listens journey which really turned me around. First, let me explain that I did my "listen" to this many many months ago, before I took my hiatus from writing this blog.
The Allman Brothers Band were a group that I knew I should listen to, but never really got around to. I guess I just put them in the blanket category of Southern Rock - and I knew a lot of the songs from the radio, but was never all that impressed.
When I began listening to Fillmore East for the first time, my opinion didn't change. I even equated them in my head with - gasp! - .38 Special. (side note - I just Googled .38 Special to make sure I wrote their name correctly. Did you know the band began in 1974? I sure didn't).
But then I heard You Don't Love Me/Soul Serenade.
My mind was completely blow - and the Mountain Jam a few songs later further splattered my brains all over 34th Street. Suddenly I went back and listened to everything else on the album and GOT it.
A few months later, I got to see the ABB on a double-bill with Santana. Although the 90 minutes they played wasn't nearly long enough, Warren Haynes and Derek Trucks did the legacy of Duane Allman proud.
Down to the Whipping Post indeed.
Posted by Dan at 7:21 PM
Sunday, February 10, 2013
- The Pixies song "Allison" is about him
- He wrote two one of The Who's most kick-ass live songs - "Young Man Blues" and Tommy's "Eyesight to the Blind"
Now I know that he has an incredible jazz singing voice - he's like Nat 'King' Cole if Nat wrote about drinking and gambling. Helluva piano player too. The second half of this long collection is mostly instrumentals, and I found myself yearning for his voice again. Don't know how I missed him during my jazz years, but he's someone I'm going to check out more.
I'll leave you with this gem:
I'll leave you with this gem:
Posted by Dan at 6:41 AM
Saturday, February 9, 2013
I was definitely into grunge in the early 90s - watching 120 Minutes on MTV was a weekly staple, and I would tape it and watch it over and over throughout the week. In 1991, we visited friends in Seattle, and saw our first Starbucks. When we got home, I couldn't wait to tell people about this magical land of lattes.
But we never went out to see any music in Seattle, and to this day I regret that. Who might we have seen in a small Seattle club? Nirvana, Mudhoney, Pearl Jam? Oh well.
This is a long way of getting to the fact that Alice in Chains was never a band I listened to back then - other than a song here or there, or the Singles soundtrack (still one of the greatest movie soundtracks ever).
This album is raw like an open cut - but I mean that in a good way. It's truly primal stuff - intense and a kick in the teeth. You can feel the drugs and pain seeping through Lane Staley's voice. This shit's real.
Posted by Dan at 2:12 PM
Not surprisingly, I don't understand one word sung on this album by Ethopian singer Mahmoud Ahmed, but I still kind of like it.
Listening to this album seemed to be a good excuse to write about music and lyrics. We often hear the question: "Are you a music person or lyrics person?" As someone who spends a good deal of his career writing, I would have assumed that I would fall in the lyrics category, but it's definitely not the case.
Oh sure, there are plenty of great lyrics that are always bouncing around my head:
Each of us – a cell of awareness - imperfect and incomplete. Genetic blends with uncertain ends, on a fortune hunt that's far too fleet…
She sits on the porch of her Daddy's house, but all her pretty dreams are torn. She stares off alone into the night with the eyes of one who hates for just being born…
They're a band beyond description - like Jehovah's favorite choir. People joining hand in hand, while the music plays the band - Lord they're setting us on fire…
But in general, the singer is just another instrument in the band and listening to his or her voice is part of the journey of a song. If you asked me what as song was "about" I'd tend to have no clue whatsoever.
That being said, I really wish I understood what happens in the second half of the story told in "Racing in the Streets"
Posted by Dan at 6:32 AM