This week, we’re celebrating one of the more titanic efforts of American cinema’s twentieth anniversary. It therefore seems appropriate to post what will likely be the only Kenny Rogers song you’ll ever hear at GTP.
What, you thought it would be the Eagles? Sheesh.
The Georgia General Assembly has seen fit to issue SR 920, a resolution honoring one George Edward Clinton for, among other things, the “outstanding accomplishments of this pillar of funk music“, and, frankly speaking, who am I to argue with that?
By the way, in case you’re interested, Clinton is currently on tour and I have to admit I’m sorely tempted to travel over and take in this show.
From the first generation of Fleetwood Mac, it’s the Peter Green-penned “Oh Well”, a song I spent many of my high school days listening to.
Green is also on the short list of greatest Jewish rock guitarists. And, yes, indeed, it is truly a short list.
Here’s another clip I’d never seen before until just recently (h/t) — Smokey Robinson on Daryl Hall’s Live from Daryl’s House, performing “Tears of a Clown”.
As the old TV ad went, “that’s Smokey!” Very fine…
I saw Delbert McClinton again last night at the Variety Playhouse. For a man in his late seventies who’s had heart bypass surgery, he’s remarkable. Show was great.
Here’s one of the songs he performed, “New York City”, shown here in a very different setting, the annual Sandy Beaches Cruise he sponsors.
The band was just as tight last night as what you hear there.
Can’t believe I hadn’t seen this cut before now (h/t), but here’s Bob Dylan performing “Like A Rolling Stone” with an all-star cast on Letterman’s tenth anniversary show.
When I say all-star, I’m not exaggerating. Check out the list of performers:
Bob Dylan (vocal & guitar)
Chrissie Hynde (guitar)
Syd McGuinness (guitar)
Steve Vai (guitar)
Carole King (keyboards)
Paul Schaffer (keyboards)
James Brown (horn)
Edgar Winter (horn)
Doc Severinsen (trumpet)
William E. Lee (bass)
Anton Fig (drums)
Jim Keltner (drums)
Roseanne Cash, Nancy Griffith, Emmylou Harris, Michelle Shocked, Mavis Staples (backup vocals)
Great googly moogly.
If you’re like me and you have a large music collection, you’ve probably got more than a few albums that are largely forgettable, except there’s that one terrific song you really love that justifies keeping the album around. Dolly Varden is an obscure Americana group out of Nashville, I believe. I’ve had their album The Dumbest Magnets for a while and I couldn’t tell you about a single song on the record — except for the title track, which I’ve loved from the first time I heard it. I’ll go out of my way to spin it on my iPod.
Anyway, here it is.
There’s something about that guitar solo midway through that always gets me. It’s not particularly technically proficient, but the chording hits me every time. And the coda is beautiful.
You’ll probably tell me I’m getting way too much out of it. That’s okay. We’ve all got songs like that, right?