Bruce Springsteen’s been touring Australia of late. He’s indulged the locals with covers of some well-known Aussie bands. But this has to be the topper – “Stayin’ Alive” as you’ve never heard it before.
(h/t PowerPop) And from the comments there:
When I first saw the clip a few days before this post, this popped into my head (first read of it via Dave Marsh’s book “The Heart of Rock & Soul: The 1001 Greatest Singles Ever Made”):
“Look at great huge Maurice Gibb, singing like Donald Duck on ‘Stayin’ Alive,’” Roger Daltrey of the Who carped in 1978, then instantly added, “And that’s a great song. Bruce Springsteen could sing that lyric.”
I think you can figure out how this one popped into my head.
Scorpio’s comment last night about suffering from a certain kind of biologically unrequited love immediately brought a song to mind, Del Amitri’s “Not Where It’s At”. Enjoy.
One day several decades back, some longhaired Brits stepped off a plane in New York City. The rest is history.
Without any further ado, here are the Beatles first three appearances on the Ed Sullivan Show:
America sank to its knees in awe. And, yes, I remember when this happened. (My mom wouldn’t let me go see The Beatles when they came to Atlanta, damn it.) I am old.
It only took me ten minutes to get home from work yesterday. I guess that makes me one of the lucky ones. The reason for that was that I had to leave the office just after ten o’clock, because I received a call from the security company that monitors my house telling me the alarm had just gone off. Sure enough, I get home to find the front door of my house kicked in. Fortunately, the alarm must have scared off the thieves, as nothing was found missing.
I’m not posting this to share a woe is me thing with you guys, though. I really wanted to say something in praise of the Atlanta Police Department. I pulled in my driveway and called 911 when I saw the open door. I had an officer respond in less than five minutes and a total of three at my house to investigate in less than fifteen. Everyone was thorough and professional. In short, an experience that was the complete opposite of every cliché that comes to mind when you think about the APD.
Anyway, on a day when much of the governmental class is getting justifiably ripped – if Kasim Reed spent as much effort on preparation as he has in blame deflection, the problem wouldn’t have been nearly as bad – I thought it was worth noting that there are still plenty of good folks out there doing their jobs. Even with a busted door, I felt safer going to bed last night. Thanks, guys.
This jumped into my head as I was composing the header for the prior post. From Eat A Peach, one of my favorite Allman Brothers songs:
Don’t have anything particularly profound to add here. Except: what a band.
I’ve never been comfortable with the concept of the Lord taking sides in a sporting event, but I’m obviously in the minority on the subject.
Then again, the GPOOE™ landed a gig on the SEC Network. That could very well be a sign of divine intervention.
I feel pretty confident in saying this is the most surreal MPC I’ve shared with you guys. Even more so than the performance itself, I’m still wrapping my brains around the concept of how they both got there in the first place. Does Jeanne Tripplehorn really know the words to every Rolling Stones song in existence? And to start with, how does Eddie Vedder know about her particular talent?
Anyway, prepare to hear “Shattered” as you’ve never heard it before.
It’s the Sound of Music references that seal the deal for me.
I don’t know if this is the greatest Christmas song ever written, but it’s certainly in the running.
On the second thought, maybe it is the greatest Christmas song ever written. Hope y’all are enjoying a great holiday season.
Somehow, and in defiance of medical science and everything our mothers told us not to do, Keith Richards turns 70. Remarkable.
As far as attitude, this clip may be the most Keef thing ever.
As Nils Lofgren once famously wrote, Keith don’t go.