It’s one more day late than Friday!
I didn’t have time to transcribe my audio tasting notes into a full-featured blog yesterday. I hope this is the last one I write from underneath the bitter, chapped scrotum of Old Man Winter.
1) “Lola,” The Kinks. I think this is Ted Haggard’s favorite song. Or Ann Coulter’s. I know it’s one of mine, but I the only thing I have in common with those two is the Adam’s apple.
2) “Babyface,” U2. Bono's worst career choice ever? The Fly sunglasses. They blocked out the light from even great, mellow songs like this. Always be cognizant of your eyewear.
3) “Here Comes My Baby,” Cat Stevens. Does Cat have a hard time spotting his baby now that she’s wearing a burka?
4) “Let It Ride,” Ryan Adams and the Cardinals. I would rather have Adams’ backing band be called the Cubs, but then his record contract would immediately burst into flames, he’d have a stack of amps fall on him during a show, and he would never record a song again. So I'll let it slide.
5) “Deeper Into Movies,” Yo La Tengo. Dense, noisy, and catchy, which is very hard to pull off. The swirling guitars at the end really match the 40 mph winds howling outside.
6) “Moonshiner,” Uncle Tupelo. No one else makes depression sound so great like Jay Farrar. The regret and despair are so thick in this song, they’re maple flavored.
7) “When I’m Thinking About You,” The Sundays. The Lovely Becky sings The Sundays really well. Nice to hear this when she’s out of town, it makes me feel like she’s here for three-and-a-half minutes.
8) “Holy Wars...The Punishment Due,” Megadeth. And now we move from the cool side to the hot side of the McDLT . I don't think I could deliberately match two songs that don't go together more than The Sundays and Megadeth. Dave Mustaine's voice reminds me of my singing (note: not good), but the fast/slow/really, really fast music is chock full of thrashy goodness. I must air guitar...
9) “Smile,” Elastica. Such musical thieves that they got sued not once, not twice, but three times for ripping off riffs from other bands on their debut album. That’s a lawsuit about every 12 minutes on the album. But in the end, they’re like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. They rob in such entertaining fashion you want them to keep holding up banks.
10) “Disorder and Disarray,” Rancid. Speaking of thieves and not caring. ...And Out Come the Wolves is one of my favorite albums of the 90s. They get a lot of criticism for sounding a lot like The Clash. That’s like complaining that your current orgasm is a lot like your previous ones. Who cares, you’re still having an orgasm!
11) “Behind Blue Eyes,” The Who. The perfect way to end this list, with the crisp, cool beginning topping the hot, beefy, Keith-Moon-filled end. My rating: delicious.
I'm off to shovel snow (note: not in the rock star nasal fashion). Have a good weekend!