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Survivor - Poor Man's Son
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Poor Man’s Son // Survivor

It sucks that Survivor lead singer Jimi Jamison died suddenly the other day. I’ve heard he was a really good guy. 

And I was looking for a song to post, but, you know, Truthful Tuesday? Just between us cats? I prefer the earlier, grittier stuff with Dave Bickler on vocals. Like this. 

Buffalo Tom - Summer
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Summer // Buffalo Tom

The virtual Sunday that marks the end of summer can suck it vigorously.

Summer’s gone, a summer song
You’ve wasted every day, every day
Summer’s gone, wipe it off my hands
Write it in the sand, in the sand

Peter Gabriel - Here Comes The Flood
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Here Comes The Flood // Peter Gabriel

The season is changing, has changed. I arose and showered in the dark. It’s still dark. Gonna be dark for a while.

Don’t be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, there’s only you and me
And if we break before the dawn
They’ll use up what we used to be.

Muse - Explorers
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Explorers // Muse

I’ve been listening a lot to The 2nd Law lately (skipping past the dubstep nonsense, of course). It’s incredible, really. Like Queen on anabolic steroids. Matthew Bellamy’s voice stuns and amazes me.

And I don’t know a lot about his background as a songwriter, but listening to this, it seems pretty clear he was classically trained and is a particular fan of Romantic composers. I hear Rachmaninoff and Liszt. It’s lovely.

(The lyrics, though…dude…)

Queen - Spread Your Wings
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Spread Your Wings // Queen

(Queen power ballads) > (all other power ballads)

Thompson Twins - Doctor! Doctor!
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Doctor! Doctor! // Thompson Twins

No, really. Stay with me on this.

Last night I was watching Fallon and wondering, “who’s the white guy with the guitar, sitting in with The Roots?” Then going to or coming out of a break, he sang a song I kind of recognized, and another, then another. Dim memories; not clear “oh, yeah, that!” but clearly something that had imprinted on me somewhere in the foggy past.

Later, Jimmy said he is Tom Bailey, lead singer of Thompson Twins. I can be forgiven for not recognizing him. His look has changed a little. And, frankly, I was never a big consumer of his work. I am very much on the record as having a different view of “80s music” than what is modal in popular culture. I have my preferences, and they are not…this.

But god dammit if this guy didn’t plant hooks in my head 30 years ago that, even after zero exposure in the interim, are still rattling around up there somewhere. I have to give credit where it’s due: this is fine pop songcraft, the dude can really sing, and the warmth of those synth tones could cleave glaciers.

And if he’s good enough for the freaking Roots, he has earned another listen from me, for sure.

Al Green - How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?
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Al Green | How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?

I had no idea Al Green covered this. Beautiful.

Concrete Blonde - God Is A Bullet
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God Is A Bullet // Concrete Blonde

Have mercy on us, everyone

I Heard It Through The Grapevine (isolated vocal) // Marvin Gaye

Never mind the silly 70s lip sync video. Just listen to one of the greatest voices in the history of popular music. Here’s a song I thought I was tired of hearing but this is like a sunlight and oxygen cocktail. It made me feel a little better, maybe it will you, too.

Tony Rogers (with Marisa Fiorito) - Sun Gonna Come
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Sun Gonna Come // Tony Rogers (with Marisa Fiorito)

Hey, guys. Hey. I made a music.

Actually, my friend Tony technically “made” it, what with the writing and producing and all, but that’s me on guitar. It’s good music for a warm, summery Friday afternoon, I think.

You can check out the rest of his stuff here. I’m on a lot of it.

Led Zeppelin - Custard Pie
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Custard Pie // Led Zeppelin


I ain’t no stranger, I been this way before.

Blind Faith - Presence Of The Lord
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Presence Of The Lord // Blind Faith

Friday Five:

  1. Never forget: before he got soggy in the mid-70s, Eric Patrick Clapton was a force to be reckoned with. Taut and purposeful. 
  2. Cary’s question about my musical influences the other night—surely unintentionally—triggered a long string of thought about nothing less than my own mortality and what I intend to do with my remaining time, creatively speaking. Could be an hour or could be 50 years. But statistically I’m somewhere on the back nine heading toward the clubhouse, and it feels like it’s time to make something of my own. THANKS, CARY.
  3. To follow up on that post: if I were enough of a singer to claim influences, I’d want to sing like Steve Winwood or Neil Finn. Absolutely effortless, with the sense that they could sing as magically as they do for days on end. Timeless, too. Voices like that don’t get old and burn out. And, you know, gaining about an octave above my own pathetic range would be good, as long as we’re dreaming.
  4. Since coming back from my little tumblr break I’m losing followers faster than I am my own hair. I don’t give two shits about it, but I do wonder what it was they thought they were coming for that they didn’t actually get.
  5. A horrific thing happened this week that impacted my extended family deeply. I don’t mean to vagueblog, but it’s not really my story to tell. Everyone here is fine, as are my immediate relatives, but I have cousins who are suffering the most excruciating pain imaginable right now. If you have good juju to spare, they could use it.

Ben Folds Five - The Last Polka
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The Last Polka // Ben Folds Five

He’s a heap of junk that pours from his top drawer
He sometimes likes to spread it out around the floor
It’s evidence of what he was like
He likes to remember when

The Rolling Stones - Gimme Shelter
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Gimme Shelter // The Rolling Stones

I’m reading Keith Richards’ fascinating autobiography, Life, and as a result I’ve dug back into the Stones catalog over the last few days. I know a lot of these songs are badly overplayed by classic rock radio stations, sports events, whatever, but from 69-72 or so, these guys were making some of the best rock and roll of all time. It stands up to critical listening today. And in their day, they took on real issues in ways which some of their megastar peers didn’t dare to. I love Zeppelin but they didn’t have the balls for this.

Like Vietnam. Listening to this on the El this morning, I got chills at the refrain after the guitar solo, sung so forcefully by Merry Clayton.

Rape, murder—It’s just a shot away.

Her performance is hair-raising. She screams at the top of her lungs with no apparent regard for her own safety. Listen carefully to the third time through, when her voice cracks on “murder.” An iconic moment; historical. Turn it up: in the background, you can hear Mick go “wooo!” just after it happened. (Why he was in the vocal booth with her, I don’t know.)

Clayton was pregnant when she sang this and miscarried not long after. She’s said repeatedly that this performance had nothing to do with that, and I’m sure that’s true, but it’s entered the folklore just the same. It fits, somehow. These guys were all kinds of trouble.

Buffalo Tom - Taillights Fade
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Taillights Fade // Buffalo Tom