Being a periodic brain dump of miscellaneous stuff that doesnt seem to quite fit anywhere else.
►Earlier this month, a guy named Rick Hall died at the age of 85. If that name is unfamiliar to you, he is the guy that started FAME studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.
Wikipedia – “Though Hall grew up in a culture dominated by country music, he had a love of R&B music and, in the highly segregated state of Alabama, regularly flaunted local policies and recorded many black musicians.”
These include Wilson Pickett, Clarence Carter, Aretha Franklin and Otis Redding. Duane Allman was one of the session guitarists there and his brother Gregg recorded his final album Southern Blood there. If you haven’t seen it, check out the 2013 documentary Muscle Shoals.
►HBO is currently screening a documentary called David Bowie: The Last Five Years. I’ve watched it. It’s good stuff. Bowiemaniacs will appreciate the title.
►They play a lot of live stuff on satellite. I listened to the Eagles do “Hotel California” note-for-note. Impressive but I’m thinking, why go see a band if they’re gonna do that? If they’re not gonna cut loose a little I suppose the only reason to go see them is to hear a human juke box
But what really drives me crazy is when the singer lets the audience sing the tune. Sometimes that’s really moving like when Bono lets the audience sing “One.” But I was enjoying a live version of “Breakdown” and Petty (we miss you Tom) let the audience shout-sing it. Sure I’d be singing along too. But I don’t pay 150 bucks (or whatever) to hear tha audience sing. The Springsteen channel is notorious for live shows with the audience going “woh-woh-woh” for half an hour. Pass.
►Speaking of the Allmans, Dickey Betts has confirmed he will come out of retirement for a “select tour” this year. The only confirmed date thus far is the Peach Music Festival in Scranton, PA, in July (sounds like a hippie jam band lovefest if there ever was one.)
►BTW, if you’re a blogger and you’ve gotten a slew of Outlook email followers lately with email addresses like email@example.com, don’t get irrationally exuberant. Your popularity has not suddenly skyrocketed. I checked with WordPress support and it’s some fucking douchebag with too much time on his hands. Delete them.
►The latest issue of Rolling Stone has a pretty good interview with Bono, mystical Irish shaman. It’s been reported that he had a near-death incident (not the bike accident) but won’t talk specifically about it. Still, a good read.
►Having now blogged for over two years, it occurred to me that there was any number of good tunes that were languishing in that back catalog of posts. I figured I’d go back and listen to them. Then it dawned on me -Hey, dummy, create a Spotify list. So I did.
I didn’t grab every single tune but cherry-picked a bunch that I thought sounded good in the car. So a compendium of rock, blues, rockin’ rock, bluesy blues, a little bit of soul and fusion. Two (2) songs by Clapton about being a motherless child, two versions of “Baby Don’t You Do It.” And, of course, the Grateful Dead.
Imagine this – There are 106 miles to Chicago, you have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and you’re wearing sunglasses.* No worries. You’ll be well onto Route 66 before you run out of tunes.
*Apologies to the Blues Brothers.