Silver Naked Ladies

Inevitably, shit passes us by. Shit we wish we had not missed. I fucking hate that.

Now and then, however, some of that same shit comes by to attract the fuck fast fleetingness of our 21st centry attention spans. Do not let that same shit pass you by twice.

Case in point: Paul Westerberg's "14 Songs." Came out back in '93. It was well received but came out a time when I was recovering from one of my many near death experiences and when it was hard to come by music in my favourite format: the record.

Whole thing is totally worthwhile but it is the song that would have been the last song on the A side that I am going try and attract your attention to: "Silver Naked Ladies." If you are unfamiliar with it and get joy listening to, or playing, porn star perfect rock 'n' roll songs you simply must hear this. Note fucking perfect it is and sung with more attitude than a freshly patched motorcycle club on its first run.

I have been playing the song over and over in the Cadillac (with the whips, furs and cold beer in the back) for a week and I am not done yet.