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.
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 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.
I can’t embed it, but if you haven’t seen the first ever official video for “Like a Rolling Stone”, mosey on over here and check it out. It’s really cool.
This is friggin’ gorgeous.
The back story makes it even better. Enjoy.
Don’t ask me the how or why of this, but Cameo’s “Word Up” earwormed its way into my group’s collective consciousness this past weekend, becoming the unofficial theme song of the trip.
Here’s the released music video, from back in the day when MTV ruled the world and patent leather codpieces were in style:
Sounds like victory.
I have to confess that I have more of an intellectual appreciation for Lou Reed’s career than a passion for it. Too much of his output struck me as being clever for cleverness’ sake alone – how else can you analyze something like Metal Machine Music? – but at his best, he certainly hit his share of home runs.
I had a college friend who was deeply into Reed and hated the obvious commercialism of Rock n Roll Animal (why, I don’t know, because there was definitely a broad wanna-be-a-rock-star streak in Reed), so that’s where I’m going today for my favorite Lou Reed song. Enjoy.
If there’s a song to capture the feeling of romantic pessimism – not an easy concept to grasp – that has many of us in its grip today after Missouri’s loss, it’s Crowded House’s “Don’t Dream It’s Over”.
Here’s an especially bittersweet version, from their final show with Paul Hester on the drums.