My brother stayed with us a while during jail stints, and I DL'd Built To Last for him from Amazon. He listened to that a lot in jail , and wanted to hear it.
I'll always like "We Can Run"; it reminds me of that heart-to-heart I had with my brother, even though it is really sappy.
"Brown Eyed Women" reminds me of being 19 years old and floating in a pool with no job, no worries, lots of friends around me, sun shining down, future wide open.
But that still strikes me weird that I played "Friend of the Devil" too early. Like, it could only be played once?
Aaaaah. That explains a lot about that crowd.
Funny that I recognized her as the matriarch, but not the song as her lullaby to those rowdies.
I know another Queen Bee when I see her, I guess.
edit- thank you, that's been niggling my mind for years.
Sorry Katrina - that was a joke. If it's anything, it's a song about insomnia :
I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
I ran into the Devil, babe
He loaned me twenty bills
I spent that night in Utah
In a cave up in the hills
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
Got two reasons why I cry
away each lonely night
First one's named sweet Anne Marie
and she's my heart's delight
Second one is prison, baby
the sheriff's on my trail
If he catches up with me
I'll spend my life in jail
Got a wife in Chino, babe
And one in Cherokee
First one says she's got my child
But it don't look like me
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
I first discovered The Dead in the late '80s when "Touch of Gray" came out. It was an OK song, but it didn't grab me enough to spend my hard-earned lawn-mowing money on a cassette. Later I came across "Truckin'" on a mix tape that came out of a used car a friend of my dad's had just bought. One again OK, but didn't prompt me to spend any cash on them.
Fast forward 20 or so years and I discover the live recordings at archive.org and some aren't so bad.
I've always liked Nirvana too. Maybe it was because my first husband made some sort of comment about the male genetalia being exposed on Nevermind, which brought laughter and jeers from all his "shit-kickin' country" friends. It just made me blast it even louder from the house.
Rush and Pink Floyd are two bands I don't particularly like. I can tolerate PF, but the lead singer's voice in Rush just makes me want to hurl. Oh and add Billy Ray Cyrus too!
Just some fuel for the fire from someone who had been known to follow Nirvana with Burl Ives.
Hate is a strong word, but I have no use for the Dead. I used to play bass in a garage band (all covers) with several guys, one of whom was a major Dead fan, and it was funny to see where our musical tasted intersected and diverged. When I and the rest of the band steered towards punk and garage-type covers (Buzzcocks, Sex Pistols, Clash, Hoodoo Gurus, NY Dolls, Stooges) he would always want to play songs that the Dead had covered in some of the hundreds of shows he either attended or owned in recorded form. It always seemed to me that the Dead just sucked the life out of those songs, though I recognize that they are (or were, as the case may be) great musicians. I distinctly remember one time he brought over a DVD of a Dead show, back when he was still trying to get me to connect with them. I had just gotten back from a trip to New Orleans and had been listening to the Meters, so he had me watch the Dead's version of Hey Pocky Way, and it was just, well, boring. I tried to be polite, but they just never did it for me.
I eventually decided that the disconnect was related to the difference between blues and bluegrass. I love the blues and can listen to blues or blues-based bands (like the Allmans, for example) jam all day, but my tolerance for bluegrass is very low. Again, while I appreciate the fact that many bluegrass musicians are staggeringly talented, the music just doesn't grab me. My friend the Deadhead went the other way -- loves bluegrass, appreciates the blues but doesn't feel it. Rocking out (he's a guitarist) just never came naturally to him, and he'd rather play some finger-picked acoustic passage than a distorted, feedback-laden electric solo. He's also a Hot Tuna freak, and when they've done recent electric/acoustic tours (usually first set unplugged, second set plugged) he'd be hanging on every moment of the first set while I'd be hanging at the bar. Once they plugged in, I was right up front, though.
Again, while I appreciate the fact that many bluegrass musicians are staggeringly talented, the music just doesn't grab me.
I'm with ya! Every now and them I like to listen to bluegrass, just like every now and then I like to listen to those old-time scratchy recordings of blues.
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I'll always like "We Can Run"; it reminds me of that heart-to-heart I had with my brother, even though it is really sappy.
But that still strikes me weird that I played "Friend of the Devil" too early. Like, it could only be played once?
It's a lullaby.
Funny that I recognized her as the matriarch, but not the song as her lullaby to those rowdies.
I know another Queen Bee when I see her, I guess.
edit- thank you, that's been niggling my mind for years.
I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
Till the morning came around
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
I ran into the Devil, babe
He loaned me twenty bills
I spent that night in Utah
In a cave up in the hills
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
I ran down to the levee
But the Devil caught me there
He took my twenty dollar bill
And he vanished in the air
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
Got two reasons why I cry
away each lonely night
First one's named sweet Anne Marie
and she's my heart's delight
Second one is prison, baby
the sheriff's on my trail
If he catches up with me
I'll spend my life in jail
Got a wife in Chino, babe
And one in Cherokee
First one says she's got my child
But it don't look like me
I set out running but I take my time
A friend of the Devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight
I might get some sleep tonight
Fast forward 20 or so years and I discover the live recordings at archive.org and some aren't so bad.
I've always liked Nirvana too. Maybe it was because my first husband made some sort of comment about the male genetalia being exposed on Nevermind, which brought laughter and jeers from all his "shit-kickin' country" friends. It just made me blast it even louder from the house.
Rush and Pink Floyd are two bands I don't particularly like. I can tolerate PF, but the lead singer's voice in Rush just makes me want to hurl. Oh and add Billy Ray Cyrus too!
Just some fuel for the fire from someone who had been known to follow Nirvana with Burl Ives.
cowrun
I eventually decided that the disconnect was related to the difference between blues and bluegrass. I love the blues and can listen to blues or blues-based bands (like the Allmans, for example) jam all day, but my tolerance for bluegrass is very low. Again, while I appreciate the fact that many bluegrass musicians are staggeringly talented, the music just doesn't grab me. My friend the Deadhead went the other way -- loves bluegrass, appreciates the blues but doesn't feel it. Rocking out (he's a guitarist) just never came naturally to him, and he'd rather play some finger-picked acoustic passage than a distorted, feedback-laden electric solo. He's also a Hot Tuna freak, and when they've done recent electric/acoustic tours (usually first set unplugged, second set plugged) he'd be hanging on every moment of the first set while I'd be hanging at the bar. Once they plugged in, I was right up front, though.
I'm with ya! Every now and them I like to listen to bluegrass, just like every now and then I like to listen to those old-time scratchy recordings of blues.