30 December 2017

Three Records

Sonja got me three records for Christmas. Pretty much all by old timers too. Bono was right when he recently characterized modern music as too girly. I have nothing against men wearing frilly knickers, got a drawer full of them myself, but I like my music by men and women who sweat, spit and smell real bad.

First up we have Deep Purple’s “Infinity.” Solid gold metal this is with some turned up to 11 organ to make it even better. For you metal fiends this is one more shining example of how the fuck it is done. For old timers like me it is one more diamond from the shit pile of modern music worth cranking up and enjoying in your rocking chair. Closes with a knockout version of “Roadhouse Blues.”

In the middle we have Ray Davies’ “Americana.” Davies’ voice and songs have been talking to me right in the head since shortly after I was born so I am just a little biased. Not everyone thinks this record great but I do and who are you going to trust, old Beer or everyone? It is a fucking gem. All about a country I fucking hate that Davies both lives and gets shot at in. Great record by a man I wished lived next door to me. Backing band are some of my favourite fucking Americans -The Jayhawks.

Lastly we have everyone’s favourite fucking Canadian besides Anne Murray: Neil Young. He is backed again by Willie Nelson’s talented hippy children and their buddies on his latest record “The Visitor.” At least I think it is Young’s latest - he puts out records at the speed I buy cases of beer after all. I like it, but then I like everything he has done except “Landing On Water.” It’s charm, like much of his recent output, is that it is a bit of a fucking shambles. Hope the old boy keeps writing songs as good as these for as long as he is running.

Thanks Sonja. Music from people as old as most of the people who made the three records you got me for Christmas is warm and fuzzy and welcome as new pyjamas.

1 comment:

ib said...

Bono Vox ? Well, you are right. He does smell real bad. It is the whiff of shit. Pontification.

U2 were playing Glasgow not too long ago.

Pause in the music while Bono steps under a flare and snaps his fingers into the microphone. "Every time I click my fingers," he goes, "Another child DIES..."

Cue the Glaswegian.

"Jesus. Well stop snapping your fucking fingers, then."