OT: The Music Thread Part 7

[JAD]

Kid Rock

Roll On


Blue Jeans And A Rosary


Still Somethin"

 

[Orr Fourever]

 

[aguineapig72]

Heroes have heroes of their own.

 

[GordonHowe]

In my early teens I became a 'peppy' guitar junkie first time seeing "10 years after" Woodstock.

Smokin'. That made Alvin Lee, and deservedly so.

 

[EvilDead]

 

[JAD]

Luke Bryan

What Makes You Country


Country Girl (Shake It For Me)


Kick The Dust Up

 

[GordonHowe]

 

[Dennis Bonvie]

 

[JAD]

Molly Hatchet

Fall Of The Peacemakers


Mississippi Moon Dog

 

[Orr Fourever]

 

[JAD]

Pink Floyd

Speak To Me / Breathe / On The Run

 

[Gordon Lightfoot]

 

[Orr Fourever]

 

[JAD]

Rolling Stones

Paint It Black


Ruby Tuesday


She's A Rainbow

 

[Blowfish]

 

[Gordon Lightfoot]

I love this stuff:

 

[GordonHowe]

List of songs about Boston - Wikipedia

en.wikipedia.org

 

[jgatie]

It's taken a while to sink in, but I'd like to say a few things about Sinead. I first became aware of her at the old Spit/Axis club. A DJ there one night played Mandinka off The Lion and The Cobra, and I was hooked. That wailing, the warbling, the emotion, the roughness that could quickly turn to her voice ringing like a bell. I bought the CD the next day.

Then she did a Prince tune. I thought she sold out, but no, it was heart wrenchingly beautiful, and though Prince wrote the lyrics (obviously), it was her song the whole way. She belonged to the world now, much to my chagrin, not to mention her detriment.

Then she ripped up a picture, and the world punished her. Time has certainly been on her side, and not the world's. She already knew what we would eventually find out. She was funny like that.

You see, the world wanted a pop star, and Sinead was a punk. Right up to the end. The record company wanted a pretty Irish girl, she shaved her head. Ireland wanted a muse, she gave it the finger. She was brash and bold, and broken, but that was her strength. Fragile like a flower, but with a backbone of steel. We knew she was crazy, she knew she was crazy, but God damn it, she was right.

And through it all, was that voice, from a whisper to a scream. It always brings me back to a time when I was also flipping the bird to the world, and she was my soundtrack. Rest in Power, brave one.

One of my favorites:

 

[Roll 4 Lines]

Just heard Robbie Robertson died. RIP

 

[McGarnagle]

Robbie Robertson, Leader of The Band, Dies at 80

Guitarist-songwriter-singer Robbie Robertson, who led the Canadian-American group the Band to rock prominence in the 1970s, has died. He was 80.

variety.com

Damn. Mixed feelings toward Robbie and how the whoIe breakup and Last Waltz stuff went down, but you can't deny he wrote and played some tremendous music.

I can't believe Garth Hudson is the last member of the Band still living, when he was way older than the rest of them.

 

[jgatie]

Just heard Robbie Robertson died. RIP

This one gets me.

 

[sooshii]

It's taken a while to sink in, but I'd like to say a few things about Sinead. I first became aware of her at the old Spit/Axis club. A DJ there one night played Mandinka off The Lion and The Cobra, and I was hooked. That wailing, the warbling, the emotion, the roughness that could quickly turn to her voice ringing like a bell. I bought the CD the next day.

Then she did a Prince tune. I thought she sold out, but no, it was heart wrenchingly beautiful, and though Prince wrote the lyrics (obviously), it was her song the whole way. She belonged to the world now, much to my chagrin, not to mention her detriment.

Then she ripped up a picture, and the world punished her. Time has certainly been on her side, and not the world's. She already knew what we would eventually find out. She was funny like that.

You see, the world wanted a pop star, and Sinead was a punk. Right up to the end. The record company wanted a pretty Irish girl, she shaved her head. Ireland wanted a muse, she gave it the finger. She was brash and bold, and broken, but that was her strength. Fragile like a flower, but with a backbone of steel. We knew she was crazy, she knew she was crazy, but God damn it, she was right.

And through it all, was that voice, from a whisper to a scream. It always brings me back to a time when I was also flipping the bird to the world, and she was my soundtrack. Rest in Power, brave one.

One of my favorites:

Beautiful

 

[jgatie]

 

[Gordon Lightfoot]

Just picked up this gem (Switched On Volume Five), picking up all the Stereolab I can find!

 

[GordonHowe]

This one gets me.

That's a big one.

Robbie Robertson, 80, Dies; Canadian Songwriter Captured American Spirit (Published 2023)

As the chief songwriter and guitarist for the Band, he offered a rustic vision of his adopted country that helped inspire the genre that came to be known as Americana.

www.nytimes.com