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Provoked and prodded, I am forced to reveal my all-time, bow-down, stick-to-your-ribs Top 10 fave rave songs ever

I am not even going to pretend that I like this task.  The thought of it has me rolling my eyes, shaking my head, and working back the bile that jumped up into my throat when the call came to deliver the goods.

As soon as I saw the message I knew that it was dangerous. I should have just deleted it or ignored it. I should have just wished my buddy good luck and then belly-laughed at him from afar while he racked his brains and dry-humped his music collection trying to come up with his own version of the list.

The message that I received from my music loving friend, Derek,  was that he had been tempted into revealing his (gasp!) favorite song of all time. The audacity. You know who asks those kind of questions?  People who say foolish things like, “oh, put it on any station, I don’t care what’s playing,” or “I used to love Mr. Mister when I was in high school,” or even worse, “Stairway to Heaven is my all time favorite Led Zep song.”

These types of people have no idea the magnitude of the burden that is placed on an all consumed music fan to name his favorite song of all time. It is unfair and unjust … and sadly, it can’t be ignored. Any true music fan will tell you that it is all too hard to pick their fave raves of all time, but deep down that is all they think about.

We are sick. We have the fever. We actually think about situations where we might be asked this question: while waiting to get a beer at our local watering hole; standing in line about to go into the Stones gig; during job interviews (don’t laugh, this worked for me once). Yes, we are gluttons for this type of punishment.

My buddy told me that he was going to take it a (big) step further: “I’m going to compile my (double-gasp!) Top 20 favorite songs of all time,” he said.

CODE RED! We have a Code Red!

It was at this point that I became worried for him. He said he was going to spend the weekend chain smoking expensive cigars and drinking well aged scotch as he worked his list. He called the process a “tough cut” and a “brutal process of elimination.” I called it stone fucking crazy.

As much as I loathed even getting involved, I knew I had to help this poor bastard before he attempted to crack that king hell nut all by himself.

“You’ve lost control of the wheel!” I said. “Get a hold of yourself, man … 20 songs?! … Do you really think this is a good idea,” I asked?

My first bit of advice to him was “to run from this idea in the other direction … as fast as you can.”

“Nothing good can come from this,” I told him. “But, if you are going to do this, you shouldn’t do it alone.”

“It’s not safe,” I warned him. “If I am going to do this with you, I think we should just pick a Top 10,” I suggested.

You see, the thing with picking a Top 20 is that after ten, there is no sense of urgency … no pressure to get it right. There is a HUGE difference between ranking song numbers five and seven, but hardly any between ranking fifteen and seventeen.

His response was immediate: “you’re right,” he said, “I must be sick with gumption.” Indeed.

We settled on a criteria for our absurd mission: pick your Top 10 all-time, bow-down, fave rave songs, write up to 200 words on each, and in case we can’t cut the mustard, we get to list a few “honorable mentions”.

I also suggested that we post our Top 10′s here on The 6149. Three things could come of doing just that: (1) people might actually enjoy reading the what’s and why’s, (2) we might be able to help others infected with the sickness to turn this treacherous Top Ten corner and most likely, (3) we would unwittingly send a signal to the men in white coats that this jig is up … they’re coming to take us away! Ha-haaa.

Before I get into my all-time, bow-down, stick-to-your-ribs Top 10 fave rave songs ever, I have to make mention of a few thoughts before we move on to the music:

  • As with all personal list of this nature, this is 100% subjective. From your perspective there will be no logical rhyme or reason as to why I chose these songs.
  • These specific songs have been picked for personal reasons. They impacted me early on in my music fan career and have stuck with me all of these years. They are beacons and I always look out at the horizon for them when I am wandering around in the dark.
  • How does one decide which is their favorite Neil Young or Rolling Stones song? You don’t. There is no better than when it comes to this type of list. It all comes down to gut-feel.
  • I am leaving off so many artists and songs?  It is killing me. Maybe I should do a Top 5 soul, Top 5 blues, Top 5 live songs instead.  Hot Damn, this is insane.
  • In all honesty, this should really only be a Top 3 list. The Top 3 here are the ones that matter most to me (it was very hard to rank these). Maybe this exercise could be a Top 5 list, but trying to split Neil & Bob’s hairs is an impossible task that leaves me feeling a bit suspect of my song choices for them to be the definitive ones.
  • I already want to change my list.
  • I created a Spotify playlist of my Tops.  If you want to play it while you listen, you can subscribe to it here:  Judd’s all-time, bow-down, fave rave Top 10 song list
Have at it, brothers and sisters …


10. The French Inhaler. Oh, those biting, witty,  and unflinching lyrics. Warren Zevon can certainly tell a twisted tale. We all know that story of the corn-fed blonde who makes her way to Hollywood to “become an actress”. There is a scrapheap full of those who tried aand failed. I always considered this song to be the sequel to the few and far between success stories. There is that rising action that leads up to, ” … and your face looked like something death brought with it in its suitcase … your pretty face, looked so wasted.” Fuck me. That is talent … it makes “Positively 4th Street” sound like a glowing compliment. Listen to Waddy Wachtel’s brilliant guitar work … one of my fave guitar fills of all time at 3:11. I miss Warren Zevon.

9. Blue Sky. Like I said at the outset, these song choices are personal thing. The Allmans were very important to me early on. They were my summer romance in the high school and college years. The Allmans always gave me that summertime care-to-the-wind, get in an open sun-drechend field with friends, kegs, music and a horsehoe pit and just be young feel. Nothing to do but have fun until the day turned into a campfire, acoustic guitar sing-a-long. Damn Straight. This song epitomises that feel for me. If you can’t recreate that scene when listening to this song, try getting out on the open road on a sunny day with sun shining, the window with your elbow sticking out it and then just drive to the horizon.

8. Boogie Chillen. John Lee Hooker was a motherfucker and this song proves it. He was primal; a master of the less-is-more style. He could mesmerize with one of his slow meandering blues grooves and he could boil blood with his one note, hard foot-tappin’, hard charging boogie riffs. Circadian rhythms be damned. He was my first blues-man love. Be sure to check out one of the greatest guitar solos ever at 1:57.

7. Bo Diddley. The Bo Diddley Beat. Need we say more? Just a little bit. Bo called himself  The Originator. You know what, he may have been right. The Bo Diddley Beat, the riff in “I’m a Man” … they are eternal. He never really varried from his sound, but when you create something that is as timeless and omni-present as that, why cut it loose?  I will never grow tired of hearing opening blast.

6. As Long as the Grass Shall Grow. One of my true heroes: Johnny Cash.  One of those people whose sum was so much more powerful than his parts. He was, in my opinion, one of greatest examples of a warts and all, compassionate human being in my time. Johnny. My wife and I love listening to Johnny together and more so we enjoy listening to one of the greatest loves of all time sing together: Johnny and June. “We know the mystery of life. It’s love hard and long” … indeed.

5. Maggie’s Farm. Okay then … you try and pick one! ONE Bob song? Shit, what are you going to do? I picked this one because I always go to it when I feel like I am getting stale … when I feel like I’m getting bored while they make me sing. Of all of Bob’s “protest” songs I think this was his greatest.

4. Cowgirl in the Sand. Neil Young is my fave rave songwriter and all time individual. I have such a deep connection with his entire catalog that picking one song felt dumb. I picked this one for the sheer non-sense of it all. How does one set out to write and record a beast like this? It seems unnatural. The complexity of the solos is what does it for me. He hits you all of his light and shade in one 10 minute spell. It always stops me in my tracks, sucks me in and let’s me float along with it.

As the story goes, one time in between songs at a Neil gig, a fan shouted at Neil that, “They [the songs] all sound the same.” Neil’s immediate response: “It’s all one song.” That says it all. To pick one Neil song is to pick them all. Damn straight.

3. Green Onions. You cannot deny this song. It has it all … even without any lyrics. It just might be the only perfect song. It all comes down to Al Jackson’s drumming. That shit is TIGHT.  Talk about a backbone … everything hangs off of Al Jackson’s timing and Duck Dunn’s pulsling bass line. Now about those organ riffs … Booker T. shapes this song with a full on church chord, soulful swing. He was and still is the master of the Hammond B3. My favorite part? At 1:10 into the song, Steve Cropper’s guitar srufaces like a shark’s dorsal fin cutting through the ocean’s surface. Look out, cause that shit has bite!

If it wasn’t for the emotional connections to songs #1 and #2, this would top my list. Perfect in every way … best song ever? It has my vote.

2. The Weight. I have written about my first encounter with The Weight before in my three part story, “The Ballad of the Music Fan and the Stolen Mixed Tape” and in my first “Levon Helm Midnight Ramble” post.  If you want to full back story, read those posts in that order. The long story short: a chance encounter with a strange sound changed the way I listened to music … forever.  That encounter was the day I got the sickness with no cure: terminal music fan.

1. Gimme Shelter. For me, this wasn’t a hard choice as a top Stones song, but to name it my all time fave rave song was a near death experience. Here is why it came out on top:

When I became a Stones fan (not a listner, but a rabid fan), I had no idea what I was in for. They came into focus for me in the mid ’80′s when I was in high school. I entered in through Hot Rocks which at that point was the most popular of their (now many) best-of collections. From there I got current (Tattoo You) and went way back to when to they were England’s Newest Hit Makers. Along that trip back, I started to learn about the Stones’ influences. They were eye-openers for their own music qualities and for the music education they gave me through their songs.

It has to start with the Stones for me. They taught me how it all came to be and how connected this music thing was.  I dug deep into their catalog and in the catalogs of their heroes. That digging led to a web of tunnels to a who’s who and who did what. That path was what lead me to numbers 2, 3, and 4 on this list … and beyond.

Gimme Shelter had shades of most everything: coutry blues picking, Appalacian washboard quacks, rumbling jungle rhythms, what-the-fuck-is-he-talking-about lyrics, wailing women gospel vocals, full bluesy harp, and the less-is-more soulful gutiar solo (Keef’s best ever solo commited to wax).

I think it is the most pure Stones track of their entire catalog. It didn’t have obvious undertones of Muddy or the riff-luence of Chuck Berry (I just made that up … welcome to my vernacular riffluence!). It didn’t have overt nods to country honking or Stax-ian Soul. It didn’t try too hard to be punk, disco, pop or any other sorry genre.

It was the Stones making a new noise all their own.  It was different then anything they had done before or since. Plus, I think it was Keef’s finest moment … Jack Flash and Satisfaction riffs be damned.

Double-plus, it is on my all time fave rave album, Let it Bleed.  What an album.  It starts off with a warning and demands that someone give me shelter and then just eight songs later, it has resolved that, hey, you can’t always get what you want.  Ain’t it the truth.

Okay, ready now … exhale.  Wow … its over. There you have it, my Top 10. Fifteen rounds with Ali in his prime would have been easier.  I am a better man for the effort … new hairs on my chest and a few less arrows in my quiver to show for it.

Check out where all of my Top 10 live … my music collection: Judd’s Juke Joint.

Here’s that Spotify playlist again. Subscribe at will:  Judd’s all-time, bow-down, fave rave Top 10 song list

p.s. my buddy Derek posted his Top 10 list here on The 6149.  Check out this post to see what makes his clock tick.

Honorable Mentions

These songs are not necessarily all-timers, but they are songs that I play A LOT. Arguably this short-list is more interesting than my Best Of it is what it is.  Here are a few of the keepers … in no particular order:

Still A Fool. Remember when I said the Stones gave me that history lesson? Muddy seemed to me to be the source. He didn’t start it, but he was central to the blues past and then future. He learned from Son House and he taught thousands of slingers play those twelve bars.  He was the crossroads. Muddy once sang that, “the blues had a baby and they named it rock and roll.” Absolutely.

Tumbling Dice. So Stones. So Keef. So raunchy. A slow-motion riff-chugger, sing-a-long for all times.

Try a Little Tenderness. We’re talking the live version from the Monterey Pop Festival here. Otis is one of my all-timers.  He contributed so much is such a short time.  Oh, what he could done if he stayed on. This moment was a big one for him. He was bringing soul music to the massess at this festival. Everyone remembers this festival as the place where Jimi set his guitar on fire … but it was Otis who fired up the entire crowd.

Saint Dominic’s Preview. I am not a devout Van Morrison fan, but there are sweet spots in his catalog that will always be in my rotation. No explanation … this song just makes me feel full.

Every Picture Tells a Story. This song tittered on the far edge of the Top 10. It almost made it. Everytime I hear it I can’t shut it off and it makes me feel alive. There is so much movement in this song. It propells me forward … makes me feel like travelling and exploring and grabbing life by the balls. It has a big rock sound only using acoustic guitars, a sprinkling of boogie-woogie piano, in-just-the-right-spot sing-a-longs, and it has a killer breakdown and rising action passage that feels like a full on gallop when it hits its stride. Pure fun.

Hickory Wind.  Again, thanks to the Stones via Keef … I found Gram.  This song is as fragile as was Gram.  It is his best statement as a song and maybe his most revealing as a person.

Stranger in Strange Land.  I started to get into Leon Russell in 2008.  I knew the hits, but didn’t have any connection with the back catalog. Once I started to dig, I found the gems. I can’t get enough of this song. Having moved around the US and the globe in the past ten years, this song rings true for me.  Gospel is the secret ingredient of rock and roll … ol’ Leon gives a heaping helping of it here in this southern-flovored ditty.

Pressure Drop.  I always have this song handy … for when the ridiculousness of the day-to-day starts to creep up on me.

Baba O’riley. I always loved this song, but one particular experience with it put it in my pantheon. I was with my wife and a very good friend and we were driving from Denver to this small Colorado town. It was about a 5 hour drive.  We made the most of it, stopping along the way in all of the roadside bars and small town souvenir shops. At one stop we each bought a straw cowboy hat and then set out back on the highway. We were cruising a long a fas pace when this song came on. We were the only ones on the highway that stretched out for miles out in front of us. The sun was blazing, the mountain ranges were flanking us, the windows were down and the volume was up.  It was exhilarating.

Amoreena. Tumbleweed Connection is a great album. Full stop. I have it on vinyl and it gets a lot of spins. I always find myself picking up the needle and putting it back on this song over and over again.  The vocal performance is the shit and those first few guitar fills are perfect.

Ok, if you are still with me … what is your fave rave Top 10 of all time?

It’s the story not the song, that makes the music move along: Chewing the fat with Elton & Leon

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There was a point in my life, a much more innocent time as they say, when the word gay only meant happy to me. I had no idea about gay at all. Of course I am talking about gay as in same-sex, hated by right-wing closet dwellers, gay. Who knew?

Now mind you, I am all for gay, straight, black, white, coke, pepsi…whatever works for you. My rule is: be a good person, enjoy your life and listen to good music. Like I said, way back when younger, I was gay all the time and didn’t think twice. 

I do remember starting to notice a few things as as I got older. I remember that I loved the show, “Soap“. Billy Crystal was a gay character on that show (first ever on TV?)…hmm. Then I started to hear things about people? Just how did Rod Stewart get all of that in his stomachI always thought Queen was just the name of the group? That’s not the kind of duet I imagined Mick Jagger and David Bowie doing…?

And then there was Elton. 

I’m not sure what year Elton came out of the closet, but I am guessing it was somewhere around 1973. That year Elton released his double LP, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road“. I was only one year old then. I didn’t get around to listening to it until the mid 1980′s.

I wasn’t a student of rock and roll’s folks and lore back then. I wasn’t even sure that a song could be about something let alone have some secret, “Paul is Dead” message hidden in the grooves.  Throughout the entire summer of ’84, I screamed the refrain from Bruce’s “Born in the U.S.A.” at every BBQ, county fair and baseball field there was in New Hampshire. I had no idea it had to do with the hardships of soldiers returning home from Vietnam. Who knew?

I remember the first couple times I listened to this Elton album. Musically it was jarring; it was all over the map. The long spacey intro to “Love Lies Bleeding” then right into “Candle in the Wind” then up and down on the roller coaster again with “Bennie and The Jets” into the title track. Whew. Yeah, all over the place. 

The song that really tripped me up was, “All the Young Girls Love Alice”. I gravitated to it because of it’s raunchy, throw-away 70′s guitar riff. The song was just strutting along with that sorta pounding piano and bopping base and then…it all just stopped. There was only Elton’s voice sing this tale about an innocent young girl named Alice. OK, great…but I wanted to hear the guitar. Where did it go?

Wait, what did he say? 

All the young girls love Alice
Tender young Alice, they’d say
Come over to see me
Come over to please me
Alice, it’s my turn today.

At the time I thought, “hmmm…that didn’t sound like Alice was so innocent after all”. “Can this stuff really be talked about in songs?” “Is he really talking about a strung-out, sixteen year old lesbian prostitute that died in the London subway?” 

Yes he was. Hot damn.

That album…I was listening to it on vinyl…had lyrics in the gatefold of the cover. I read all about Alice there. I read about all the characters in that album there. It was eye opening. No shit…there is more to the song than meets the ear!

It was then that I started to actually listen to the lyrics of songs all the songs I then loved and those I would soon devour. 

That was it. I graduated. Once you cross that line from listener of to lover of music, you look go looking for those stories embedded in the songs. Then you seek out other music heads and you talk endlessly over bottomless drinks about those stories. 

As far as I am concerned…and so long as it isn’t Don Henley, Mike Love or Eddie Van Halen…hearing these stories from the artists themselves is the next best thing to being there when the songs were recorded. 

Apple has a little marketing gimmick they call the “Celebrity Playlist Podcast“. I posted about this just about a year ago. It is a simple, but effective idea. The artist(s) pick songs…theirs or by other artists…and tell stories about why they like them or how they were effected by them. Some of the celebs aren’t great in this setting, but others are gems. The ones I wrote about were from Mick Fleetwood and Jeff Beck. Fleetwood’s was excellent and Beck’s just a notch below. 

There was one posted just a couple weeks ago that featured Elton John and Leon Russell. As we all know (HYPE!), they released a album together this year. Elton and Leon get together to ping-pong song selections from their lists and swap stories about why the tunes matter to them. The combined list is a who’s who of legends and couple current billboard bobble-heads.
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Elton is the Champion Saint of up and comers. He practically shepherded Ryan Adams on to the scene and then played foil to both GaGa and Eminem on national TV. GaGa and Eminem grace Elton’s list. Leon stays true to his roots and admittedly is “stuck int he past”. Good for you, Leon.

Its funny to hear just how different these two beings are. Leon swings low and Elton is high over the top. The fact that these two can be juxtaposed in the studio and still come out making one killer sound is what it’s all about…the music. 

If you are a fan of songs and stories you should check this out. It’ll have you feeling gay…

Download it here or listen to it to it below. 

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Kill the Body, the Head Will Die: Long Live the (new) Liner Notes

The death rattle has been shaking for the album for sometime now. Personally I am not losing faith, but there are a great many marketers, bands, labels and sales charts that are ready to bang the last nail into it’s coffin. 

Sadly, the more people that think like this, the faster the album rusts. I don’t believe this hype. Yes, the album was a static product at one point, but no longer should it be a static concept. Don’t kill it…change it. 

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If you don’t know me by now…I am a fan of the long player, the long form album concept. I like to listen to the sum of parts as much, if not much more than the parts themselves. I also enjoy reading through the material that comes with (came with) the physical medium. I’m a vinyl nut, so that vinyl, gate fold, physical experience is important to me. 

When the cassette tape was the talk of the town, they (the labels) tried to cram all of that content onto an accordion’esque fold out insert that barely fit inside the plastic case it shared with the cassette.  That entire collection of artwork, lyrics, liner notes, song credits, band thank you’s experience, shit the bed when it went to cassettes. Who really wanted to squint and read all of that fine print and spend thirty minutes staring into album art the size of a cigarette pack? No one did. 

When the CD came out it was a bit better (larger), but not by much. If anything the experience went from shit to meh. Yeah, you could see the album art  and you didn’t have to squint so hard to see the liner notes, but still…this was bed-shitting material. 

That part…the added info…of the album experience rusted a long time ago. Look at the digital situation we have today. A majority of the albums that you can get via iTunes, emusic or Amazon still don’t come with ANY liner note type info at all. Talk about obsolete…bands aren’t even demanding this be part of the delivery of their music/album. 

Yes, some digital album downloads come with PDF versions of the liner note and added info…but this sucks as an execution. I love all the added info, but I just don’t like this style of delivering it…the flat, lifeless PDF/print out.

iTunes is trying to help get some of that old timey feel back with the iTunes LP. This execution is ok, not great, but ok. In time, when/if it becomes a standard, it will improve. I actually thought they did a good job with the recent Bruce Springsteen jumbo re-release of The Promise: Darkness on the Edge of Town. The physical copy came with CDs, DVDs and a replica of Bruce’s notebook he kept during the making of the album. The iTunes LP came with all of the above (sans physical format), including a page turning digital representation of the notebook. OK…credit for trying. 

As I look at what my fave rave bands and artists are doing to promote album releases, I am starting to see what I considered to be the new liner notes. They aren’t physical, they aren’t something you can touch, print or hold. They aren’t being compromised into a “we can say we did it”, micro-format. They aren’t even tangible per se, but they are offering that same rich, insightful commentary that artists once delivered in their album liner notes. 

The new liner notes are the promo videos. 

Video is a such an effective medium for delivering messages. If you are an industry insider, serious music head or causal music fan, video has become part of your music listening (viewing) experience. In 2010, bands, marketers, labels and fans have been leveraging video more than ever before. I enjoy video not for the actual music video, but for the insight gained from interviews, mini-documentaries and behind the scenes goings-on. 

I am not only an album fan, I am a story fan, too. The story is king; it is context; it is the folks and lore found in the songs; it pulls the whole experience together for me. I want to know the why and how behind the album and each song on it. This is why I love these promo videos. If you think about it, these videos are an extension of the liner notes. You are getting that same basic level of info (who played on/produced the songs), plus insights (into the songs), PLUS context (stories about the songs).

The great part about the story telling is that, most often, the artist is telling the story. I find this very compelling (when done well). I want to hear why they wrote a song, what it was about, that the drummer played in a stairwell…and why/who came up with the particular riff, etc. 

One of my fave rave bands of these times is The Drive-By Truckers. For their last album they went deep into the video promo groove. They put out a series of webisodes for each song on the album (I wrote about it here). Each of their webisodes had a band member walking the talk. This was better than handwritten liner notes. We got emotion and reaction along with the information. The effect, on me, was that I was much more attentive to the songs while listening to them as well as more connected with their stories. 

The DBTs have a new album coming out on February 15th: Go-Go Boots. Once again they are breaking out the old video camera, but this time they are taking a slightly different, more personal approach. They have already posted their first video of the series. In it, Patterson Hood tells the what, why and how how they will go about creating videos for the album launch. He is not so much marketing as he is being transparent about how they want to connect with fans and tell the story of the album. I think it is brilliant and I am looking forward to it. 
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The DBTs aren’t the only ones to pull videos out of their bags of tricks. Gregg Allman has a new album out in January. He and his team have put together a “making of” video to start the promotion for the launch. I have to believe that if the album just went out with a truncated booklet of notes or a PDF download, you wouldn’t get a fraction of what Gregg gives in these eight minutes of video. The guy never speaks or gives interviews. Here you get more Gregg, more context, more storytelling from this grizzled bear than you have in the promo of his last half a dozen Allman and solo albums combined (I love the shot of him walking on the bridge with the poodle close behind). 

I put a couple more here for reference as well. Elton John waxes on and on about his collaboration with Leon Russell. Even producers get in the act. Daniel Lanois gives a (slightly self-serving) eighteen minute, song by song rundown of the tracks on Neil’s “Le Noise”.

Kill the body, the head will die“. Context is king. Liner notes, album credits, thank you’s, song credits…these are all essential pieces of the sum total presentation of The Album. They are the body. The music is the head. These pieces need to be considered oxygen to breathe life into the so-called dead album. If these videos are in fact a new version of the liner notes, I am looking forward to how far people can push this concept. Long live the album.  

We are human beings. We like to feel connected…by emotion…context. That’s what stories do, they connect us by emotions to objects, ideas and other human beings. The more intrigued we are and the more effected we are, will impact how much more connected we are to the story. That video/audio experience can nail this to the wall when done right. 

Here are four video-liner notes that I consider “done right”. Enjoy. 

The Drive-By Truckers – “Go-Go Boots”

Gregg Allman – “Low Country Boots”

Neil Young – “Le Noise” (Daniel Lanois doing a trac k by track interview)

 

Leon Russell & Elton John – “The Union”

 

 

The Rock & Roll Three-Way: Old Motel Rooms, Beer Runs & Cotton Fields

I’ve never been to Texarkana, TX, but i hear it’s nice. Well, that’s not true. I haven’t heard it was nice, but I have heard a few things, though.

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Texarkana must brew up some of the best suds on Earth, for one. Seriously. Why the hell else would Bandit and Cledus risk life, limb and a lifetime’s worth of speeding violations to get locked into a “hot pursuit” just to race there for a case or two of the stuff?  

I also hear that Texarkana is only a mile or so from Louisiana’s lush fields of cotton. Actually, it is pretty dang close to Arkansas, too. I guess that makes sense; the three parts of it’s names honors all three of the states it is in or borders (Tex-Arkan-Na). Who says our forefathers weren’t crafty?

Seems as though Texarkana has an old motel room that can cure a goddamn lonely love better than some old plane ride. Apparently, if that room is taken, doubling down on a couple shots of hooch will do just nicely. 

It sounds like Texarkana is a special place, eh?  Well, whether or not it truly is, it was special enough to be name dropped in three damn good ditties. Shit, being the N.H. Yankee that I am, I had never even heard of Texarkana until I heard it in a song or two or…get ready for it…THREE! Yes, folks, good old Texarkana, TX is the subject of this instalment of The Rock & Roll Three-Way

I was on a shuffle-a-thon on iTunes one day when I heard Texarkana mentioned three times in three different songs. Was it a sign? Did I have some kind of freakish M.Night Shyamalan connection to Texarkana?  Was Texarkana calling out to me?!? Should I up and go to Texarkana to find out why it beckons!?!

No. The only magic being weaved that day was the digital wizardry of Steve Job’s best developers. My love hate relationship with the shuffle runs deep. I’m an album man. The shuffle and the album don’t mix (ok, bad pun, I know). That being said, without the shuffle pulling out three disperate songs I would never been triangulated right smack dab on 33.4337, -94.0437.

Mind you, this incident happened about five years ago. Since then, I have been chomping at the bit just waiting for some random stranger, in a random bar, to ask the random question: “Name three songs that have Texarkana in them”.

(Cue the shit-eating grin straight into the camera) 

Oh, what a moment that would have been. Alas, it did not happen. Instead, I decided to turn that chance happening into a choice offering of three great songs that all give a hearty shout-out to Texarkana, TX.

East Bound and Down – Jerry Reed 

“Them boys is thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarkana and we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes”.

Jerry Reed was a rascal, wasn’t he. Yeah…”rascal” is the right way to describe the guitar pickin’ southern boy. If you are not familiar with his work and his place in “good ol’boy” country music, you should. One of my fave rave Jerry Reed songs is a bit of a signature tune for him, “Guitar Man“. Shit, Elvis liked that one well enough to cover it himself. 

Aside from being a geetar man, Jerry was also an actor…limited range, maybe, but not everyone gets to play an iconic role. Jerry co-starred as “Cledus” in Smokey and the Bandit. He also wrote the hit theme song for it, “East Bound and Down”. You could say that Texarkana had a bit of a starring role in the film, too. I recommend his best of, “When You’re Hot…

A lot of people think Waylon Jennings wrote and performed this. Nope. He did the theme for “The Dukes of Hazzard“. 

Cotton Fields – CCR

“It was down in Louisiana, just about a mile from Texarkana, in those old cotton fields back home”.

Huddie Ledbetter (“Leadbelly”) wrote this song. He plays a pretty inspired version himself. Actually, lots of people have covered this classic: Johnny Cash, Charlie Pride, The Beach Boys and, as posted below, CCR. I like the CCR version. It has a foot stomping, dosey-do, moonshine passin’ feel to it.  In fact, I thought it was their song until I saw a documentary on the Beach Boys. In the docco, Al Jardinde was talking about how he brought this Ledbelly song to the rest of the “Boys” to try out (Hey Al, trying to gain cred with the music community by playing some black guy’s song was sooo Pat Boone of you). 

If you are feeling a bit adventurous, have a listen to Elton John’s version. It is a Frankenstein’s monster of parts CCR version, Beach Boys version and an overplayed xmas carol. I bet you two bails of cotton that Bernie taupin is kicking himself for not writing this one. 

Goddamn Lonely Love – The Drive-By Truckers

“You can come to me by plane, but that wouldn’t be the same as that old motel room in Texarkana was”.

This song is on one of my fave rave albums of the 00′s by one of my fave rave bands of the 00′s, The Drive-By Truckers. It was written and sung by then band member, Jason Isbell. He’s since moved on to slay ‘em with his own outfit the 400 Unit (now that link was crafty, if I do say so myself). 

It was shame when he left the DBTs. They have done very well with the two albums since he left the band, but he was the secret ingredient while he was there. Check out the bow-down albums he contributed heavily to: The Dirty South and Decoration Day

(I’m going to see the Jason Isbell-less DBTs here in London on Sunday night)

So there you have it: The Rock & Roll Three-Way, Texarkana style: 1 > Jerry Reed, “East Bound and Down”  2 >> CCR, “Cotton Fields”  3 >>> The Drive-By Truckers, “Goddman Lonely Love”. 

Because you couldn’t be there: Thank you for the Friday Night Sounds & Turn-Ons…

Back in the late 90′s I moved to Boston. I was a bachelor. I was a damn good bachelor, too. I lived alone in cool little apartment right near Fenway Park. It was a three room’er: hang-out space, kitchen and bedroom. The bedroom was in a “secret room” hidden by the two sliding mirrored doors that looked like a wall.

If that wasn’t creepy enough for potential female guests…I lived in the basement. It was called a “Garden Level” apartment; a fancy name for “cheaper rent because you barely get sunlight in here and you are close to the trash room”. Nonetheless, it was my own pad and it was cool. I wish I had a few pics, but I was in a “no evidence” mode back then. 

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I had a good crew of friends that were a phone call away from going out to strike sparks at any moment. I had a good job and a good income. I had the means and the motor to run the streets all weekend long. I wasn’t reckless, but I was certainly restless. That being said, footing the solo Boston rent bill was tough on the wallet at times. 

When I did go out, my engine revved high and fuel got burned. Fuel is expensive. When the tank started to run dry, I had to make the decision to go out only one night a weekend to save a bit of cash; most often that was a Saturday night. Friday night was my night to stay in.  

Why Friday?  Well, we’re going to have to defer to old T-Bone Walker to answer that one:  “The eagle flies on Friday. Saturday I go out to play” (“Stormy Monday“). I distinctly remember hearing the lyric and agreeing with the man. “Saturday I go out to play”…damn straight T-bone. Damn Straight. 

I didn’t mind staying in on Fridays. In fact, I looked forward to it. Friday was the night I would stay at home and listen to music. I didn’t own a TV then and didn’t care to. All I needed was the music. Friday night was for music: reading about it or listening to it…or both, if I so pleased. TVs?! I didn’t need no stinkin’ TVs!

On Fridays after work I would stop by the local package store and purchase provisions: a twelve pack of ales, a refresher pint of Wild Turkey (if needed) and a couple cans of beer nuts. I would hurry on back to my pad and hunker down for a night of sounds and solitude.

I loved those nights. I learned so much about music and was able to dig deep into my collection. Back then there was no iTunes or streaming; primitive tools only.  I had great ONKYO receiver, a decent set of Bose and the “shuffle” of it’s time, a six CD changer. A six CD changer: I don’t even own a CD player anymore. I’d get the vibe on just right: top up a tumbler of WT with plenty of ice, dim the lights, flame up some candles, slip on the cans and push play. 

I loved it, but like all good things my Friday sound and solitude nights ended. Why? I had to see about a girl (check it out at 2:22). Once I met my (future) wife my desire to stay in on a Friday night…let alone stay away from her for one night…left me. I still had no money, but I was hooked on her. In fact, in order to take her out…this still pains me…I sold chunks of my CD collection. I can still remember the gut-punch feeling when I sold my “Stax-Volt Complete Singles“ collection (nine CDs of raw soul!). Aw, Hell…it was worth it in the end. 

Fast forward just about eleven years later to this past Friday night. I had just returned to London from a work trip to my old bachelor stomping grounds: Boston. My wife and I decided we wanted to stay at home, make some dinner and have a cocktail or two. Just like that, the old music muscle memory kicked in: a perfect Friday night to get the old vibe going again and listen to some tunes. 

We got the mood just right and then I hit play. We had  a hankering for a country-tinged listening session. I plucked songs from my collection: some of our old fave raves and some new sounds to turn my wife on to. We sang and smiled and drank and danced while the box played on. Hot damn… 

While we were having our fun, I thought of the artists. Did they have any idea how much we were enjoying their music at that moment? Did they understand how they were connecting with us…how indelible they had become to us?  Did they think that no one gave a shit about music…their music…anymore?  The answer was No to all of the above. 

I often think about if I were to run into my music heroes…what the hell would I say? There is only one thing to say: thanks. Thanks for all the sounds, turn-ons and being the soundtrack to so many of my life experiences. Whew, that’s a heavy trip to lay on someone, eh? It’s true though, right?. 

Because they all couldn’t be there when we had their sounds on, I wanted to say thanks. Thanks for making your music and sharing it with us. There are people out there who are listening to your tunes…over and over and over again…and loving it. Just like my wife and I last Friday night. 

So…many, many thanks to Friday Night’s Honor Roll: Elton John, Loretta Lynn, Tammy Wynette, Jamey Johnson, Waylon Jennings, Keith Richards, Willie Nelson, Rolling Stones, Emmy Lou, Gram Parsons, Lucinda Williams, Dawes, Ryan Adams, Ray Lamontagne, CCR and last, but certainly least, Ms. Mavis Staples. 

Hey if you really want to connect with your fans and you are in the neighborhood on a Friday night, stop on by. The door is always open, the drinks are always strong and the music is always shit-hot

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Again, I thank you…

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Talking Old Soldiers…(Neil and Crosby strike an “old” pose)

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When I saw this pic, I thought of the Bettye Lavette cover of the Elton John song, “Talking Old Soldiers”. Bettye sings the shit out of this song. She sings the shit out of every song she sings. She sticks her soul-finger into emotion’s open wound and wiggles it around until emotions got nothing left in the tank to give. She’s no steeler though…she’s a natural born sender.

I included Elton’s version here as well. I figured you need to hear how his floor gets mopped up…even though he does it justice it…Bettye wears the Blue Ribbon. 

This pic also reminded me of a Neil and Willie tune. You’ll be tappin’ a toe and slappin’ a knee before you can say, “Trans”.

Fucking Neil…

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