Maybe it’s not high art, but poignant lyrics and a thoughtful arrangement
elevate Video Killed the Radio Star above the status of just a silly pop song.
Maybe it’s not high art, but poignant lyrics and a thoughtful arrangement
elevate Video Killed the Radio Star above the status of just a silly pop song.
Who’s on your list of tightest bands of all time? Led Zeppelin? U2? The Allman Brothers? Jethro Tull? Yes? AC/DC? Steely Dan?
Have a listen to Melting Pot by Booker T. & the MG’s and tell me they don’t belong.
The Stones should have re-recorded Heart of Stone when they were making Voodoo Lounge. I mean, they were always good, but their musicianship and production was just so much better later on.
In the run up to Bob Dylan’s 80th birthday, there have been dozens of articles offering praise, trivia and insights. As a fan, of course I read them.
One of the more interesting tidbits I picked up was the notion that Dylan’s songs are paintings. You don’t have to understand them. You don’t even have to like them. You only have to know whether they speak to you.
Speaking for myself, they do. Yeah, they do.
You want psychedelic? Listen to I Don’t Live Today by Jimi Hendrix. That’s psychedelic.