A sweet 17 selection of well-known songs or artists

     Some things old, some things new. some things blue, all ring true.

1. Gang of Four. Man in uniform.  Almost enough to get me into camouflage. 
              Great concert, small attendance, Tucson 1985
(ditto Madness, Seattle 1980)

2. Franz Ferdinand. Dark of the matinée.  Viva Scotland! (We needed something from the 21st cent.)
            Glasgow (Fratellis, Jesus & Mary Chain, et al.) is obviously the Slough/East End muse-place of my ancestors' homeland,
            though writers Irvine Welsh, Alan Warner ("Morvern Callar") and Christopher Brookmyre make Edinburgh seem nearly
            as inspiring

3. Elmore James. Done somebody wrong.  Slide guitar from the master.
               Or Junior Wells and Buddy Guy (as we walked through the South Side from Theresa's in 1978, a working girl said
               " Hey Slim, come back here, Slim. Where you goin' with that grin, Slim?"  Shortly afterwards, a fat white cop in
               plain clothes pulled up and almost just shot us when my buddy asked for ID.  Gave us a ride to our motel
               [two honkies fresh from Alaska in workboots and flannel shirts]. 
              "I'd rather give you a ride home than fill out papers on you at the morgue." Gee officer, people have been great)

4. Erik Satie. Trois gnossiennes.  "Le coeur humain a une fâcheuse tendance a appeler destin
           seulement ce qui l'écrase.  Mais le bonheur, aussi, a sa manière, est sans raison, puisqu'il est inévitable."
           Camus, Le Mythe de Sisyphe. [l'accent grave m'échappaient... je suis perdu ... j'oublie mon français]
           "The human heart has a tiresome tendency to label as fate, only what crushes it.  But happiness, likewise, in its
            own way, is without reason, because it is inevitable."
           The roots of punk? Shannon Wright must listen to him.  [Only short classical bits considered.
           How about "Bach's Violin Partita #3 In E, BWV 1006 - 3. Gavotte En Rondeau?"] 

5. Rolling Stones. Ventilator Blues. Their greatest song? [Satisfaction or Paint It Bl;ack were where I started]  
          Some twit Brit post-modern rocker said "we don't listen to the Stones." 
          I bet noone will be listening to you in 40 years, luv. Mick & Keith may be incorrigible bastards, but I luv 'em.

6. James Brown. Get up offa that thing.  My only CD box set -- nuff said

7. The Clash. Guns of Brixton.  or several others....

8. Nirvana. Smells like teen spirit. When Weird Al Yankovic's parody is also a great song,
                 you know you have something

9. Bob Marley.  Zion train. All aboard

10. Patti Smith. Gloria. The best cover ever? (as for the cover of Patti's "Because the night", oh god help us). 
                 I liked Them. Later VM is a bit much for me.

11. PJ Harvey (w/ Thom Yorke). The mess we're in. So, I have a weak spot for Brits who
                 didn't really survive childhood (I spent my deformative years -- age 9 to 13 -- in Brit boarding school).
                 Late at night, with a sip of Laphroaig.

12. Howlin' Wolf. Little red rooster. Big guy sings Willie Dixon. My favorite obscure blues song is
                 Catfish Blues by Bobo "Slim" Thomas. "When I feel like a catfish, swimmin' deep down in the sea ..."
                Was able to ID the song (old cassette) via internet plus Robert Palmer's book "Deep Blues"
                     [CD 2007 This is Blues; or B.B. King & Friends, track 7 on iTunes {not the Blues Legends album}]

13. The Ramones. Teenage lobotomy. How would I have made it through grad school without this?
            [No, not the lobotomy, though that may have helped also. The song]

14. The Beatles. Helter skelter. Okay, so you either hate the group, or you hate the choice. 

15. PJ Harvey. The mess we're in. Late night city light, with a drink, on a balcony

16. The Standells. Dirty Water. Reminds me of Andrew Wilking swimming across the Charles River in December. 

17. Neil Young. Guitar solo X ("Dead Man" soundtrack). A great soundtrack... about six notes speak volumes

                                                                  That wasn't so easy ..... what about Lucinda Williams, Bad Religion, The Sex Pistols, Edith Piaf, Elvis?

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