Paddy Reilly – The Fields Of Athenry
In the late 70s/early 80s, my mother used to sing us folk songs, accompanying herself on a battered acoustic guitar. I loved it. Then adolescence hit and I turned my back on ‘her’ music (so uncool, innit!). One of the many wonderful things RR has given me – thanks to songs nommed by others – is a new appreciation of the music my mum (and I) loved back then. Maybe one day I’ll tell her. This was always a particular fave. – bishbosh
Charles “Cow Cow” Davenport – Cow Cow Blues
This is the original Cow Cow Blues, by Charles “Cow Cow” Davenport. Covered by the great Meade “Lux” Lewis then turned into pop gold by Ray Charles who called it ‘Mess Around’. One of the all-time great piano riffs. Think John Candy playing the dashboard while Steve Martin sleeps in ‘Planes Trains & Automobiles’. – magicman
Bon Jovi – Blame It On The Love Of Rock & Roll
Chinhealer’s good-natured buke t’other week got me playing some Bon Jovi again. Here’s a no-brain-required feelgood rocker. – darceysdad
The Webb Brothers – I’m Over And I Know It
Blimpy’s “Re-boot” thread brought up Glen Campbell and Jimmy Webb and his offspring, and this tune from their debut 7″ EP instantly popped into my head and kept repeating itself. With my vinyl all packed up I had to rely on the internet to scratch my itch. I love the way the final refrain goes on for a full 50% of the song! – panthersan
Lord Kitchener – My Wife’s Nightie
I first heard this at a party in the eighties and it made me laugh. I forgot about it until somebody on R/R mentioned a compilation called London Belongs to Me. Mostly calypso recorded in Blighty. Amazon didn’t have that so I bought volume two instead and was reunited with one of the daftest, deadpan tales it has ever been my pleasure to hear. You just can’t trust them women can you? Harmlessly cheating on your wife and they just double-cross you and steal your (ok, her) property. Why didn’t Suggs/Madness ever cover this? Maybe they did. Answers on a postcard. – severin
Eric Bibb – Turning Pages
A slightly infectous song about the joys of reading – and quite timely given the budgetary threatens to public libraries in the UK. This is from Booker’s Guitar, probably the top acoustic blues album of last year. – tincanman
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