This is a post about Gary Puckett and the Union Gap, the group's 1968 song "Young Girl" and changing mores. I know, what a combination, right? MO-RES is a noun that is pronounced ˈmôrāz/ and means the characteristic customs and conventions of a community. Our practices and habits. And for those . . .
Some time in the 80s, a friend's little girl thought Creedence Clearwater Revival sang "There's a bathroom on the right." The song was Bad Moon Rising and of course, the misheard lyric was "There's a bad moon on the rise." Don't you love those old songs with unintelligible lyrics? So we can make up . . .
We may lose and we may win but we will never be here again He was young and impossibly fresh-faced and adorable when he came to our attention in the early 1970s, part of the Laurel Canyon, Calif. band of musicians that defined that certain country-tinged rock. The Eagles, Linda Rondstadt, Joni . . .
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Laid low with a sinus infection I was perusing my extremely long Netflix list and decided to click on a documentary about the late John Denver. His Take Me Home Country Roads came out the year before M. and I married the first time and was standard fare on jukeboxes . . .
The other night a friend's teenage daughter showed me a photo of her senior prom dress. You know, what we used to call "gowns." It was beautiful, bare midriff and all. "Bare midriff?!" I turned to her mother, a little shocked. "Is that her belly button?? She's not quite 18!" She laughed. "It's . . .
It was 1967 and I was 16 years old when I heard the opening lines of Nights in White Satin. And then, the heavily orchestrated music of the Moody Blues began: Nights in white satin Never reaching the end Letters I've written Never meaning to send The strings soared into the stratosphere . . .
I'm not sure Ben E. King knew that he'd ignite a movement when he recorded Stand By Me in 1962. He didn't know it would be a hit by the Drifters and so many more or be part of a movie. But his death, juxtaposed against the great need in Nepal, reminded me of this fantastic version of the song by . . .
Roll Me Away Stood alone on a mountain top Starin' out at the Great Divide I could go east I could go west It was all up to me to decide Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' And my soul began to rise And pretty soon my heart was singin'... * * * We struck up a conversation with a young man . . .
The other month I read that years ago, Bob Seger was talking to Rod Stewart about a Tom Waits song he was excited about recording called Downtown Train. He did record it, in 1989, but just a month after his conversation with Stewart, Stewart stole the idea, recorded it and made it a big hit. The . . .
I've undertaken the study of Pythagorean philosophy recently as part of my metaphysical reading and it's not easy going. "I'm struggling a little with the Pythagorean concept of Number," I told M, "and it's just the early part of my reading." He looked up from the ball game he was watching. I . . .