musical stroll down memory lane
Ah, a subject I can dig into without causing controversy other than the usual Stairway to Heaven is the best song ever created flame wars.
Let's dig in to the new entries into the Hall. I'm not really commenting on the merit of the nominees, as much as I'm taking a stroll down memory lane. Ya'll can tag along if you'd like. (Did I spell ya'll right?)
"Aja," Steely Dan (1977)
Stephen has a nice post up about Steely Dan today. I was a novice punk rocker when this album came out in 1977. I had this soft spot for Steely Dan, though, and this album formed the background to my first big romance. Every song on it is crafted perfectly. Deacon Blues and Josie are particular favorites of mine.
"Still Crazy After All These Years," Paul Simon (1975)
The song 50 Ways to Leave your Lover was a huge hit off of this album. I have a cousin named Stan and we tortured him by constantly singing "make a new plan, Stan," to him.
"Blowin' in the Wind," Peter, Paul & Mary (1963)
"Both Sides Now," Judy Collins (1968)
"Days of Wine and Roses," Henry Mancini (1963)
"Downtown," Petula Clark (1964)
"It's Too Late," Carole King (1971)
"Up Up and Away," The 5th Dimension (1967)
Blowin in the Wind reminds me of my cousin Francis and the night she came home from some protest covered in gooey egg guts, courtesy of the old men in the VFW who showed up at the protest and pelted the hippy college students with fruit, vegetables and other assorted food stuff.
Both Sides Now. Ugh. We had to sing it in chorus in fifth grade and there was no way I could carry those notes. The music teacher smacked me upside the head with a ruler and kicked me out of chorus. That was about 1972. That same woman is DJ's music teacher today.
Downtown I love this woman's voice. This song is summer, bare feet, freshly mown grass and hopscotch.
It's Too Late I never liked Carole King much except when she did a musical version of Maurice Sendak's Chicken Soup With Rice. It's Too Late gives me this weird feeling in my gut, so I'm sure I have some bad memory attached to it that I'm repressing.
(interjection for a moment: It's really odd for me to sit here and say that I don't like these songs when I'm listening to King Diamond. Taste is subjective, I suppose)
"Up, Up and Away" When I was little, the only friend I ever had came over for dinner one night. She was wearing a shirt with a picture of a hot air balloon on it. My parents proceeded to mortify me by singing a duo of Up, Up and Away (in my beautiful balloon). I can only hope to force the same embarassment upon my own kids some day.
"Hotel California," Eagles (1977)
"I Shot the Sheriff," Eric Clapton (1974)
"Proud Mary," Ike & Tina Turner (1971)
"Stairway To Heaven," Led Zeppelin (1971)
"Hotel California" I cannot put into words how much I hate this song and every single thing that ever happened to me while this song was playing. I swear I did not break Donna's nose with the frisbee on purpose.
"I Shot the Sherrif" Another song I hate with an unexplained passion. And I thought at first he was singing, I shot the Sherrif, but I did not shoot him dead, you see. And I thought, well good for you! So why did he shoot him, anyhow?
"Proud Mary" You know, I love this song. Great piece of music. But it's another one of those embarassing moments for me, where my parents thought they had rhythm or something and danced to it at some party as if they were Ike and Tina themselves.
"Stairway to Heaven" Contrary to popular belief, this was not the greatest song ever made. Not even close, folks. It's just a bunch of crazy words strung together through the haze of drugs. And I was a huge Zeppelin fan back in the day. But now, the song just seems trite.
I'll cover the rock albums tomorrow. Right now, I'm going through the channels on Netscape Radio and I have to get up and sing along to Strawberry Letter #23.
Feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue
Playgrounds will laugh, if you try to ask is it cool, is it cool
If arrive and don’t see me
I’m gonna be with my baby.
Now that is a great song.
Ok, done dancing and being laughed at by my husband. And the hamster. Oh he should talk, the rodent. That hamster dance crap isn't anything to be proud of, you know.
Now I'm wondering what songs, years from now, will be deemed acceptable to enter the Grammy Hall of Fame.
I'm willing to bet Avril Lavigne and Good Charlotte will not be represented. But you best believe that Bye, Bye, Bye will.
Who wants to dance?