It’s been a while since i’ve done a Best Cover Artist ever post, and i’m not going to do one now either. But i did stumble on this Track of the Day blog on The Atlantic, which it bills as “the most transformative cover songs”. Many will be familiar to those of us around these parts, but there are many that are new to me. Fell in love with this cover of one of my favorite CSN songs. Other faves from the blog – The Gourds’ Gin and Juice and Blue Man Group / Venus Hum’s I Feel Love, Aztec Camera’s Jump. They take submissions too. (maybe look away from the Sisters of Mercy cover, Beth)
That time of year again. Work is slow, lots of tedious photoshopping to do, needed a new mellowish playlist i could work to. Mostly folkish, some old, some new, some blue. More females than usual, twee alert for some strings, bit of jangle, bit of gentle groovy psychy and soulish surf pop, and a familiar stonker to wrap it up. Because at some point it’s going to be spring and i’m going to have to get out of the house.
I think it was Carole who said that it wasn’t a party without Earth, Wind, and Fire.
Thanks for everything.
Feel free to post any of your own faves.
RIP to bass legend Chris Squire of Yes, who must have at least a small handful of fans here in Spilland. Here’s a handy list of the Top 10 Chris Squire Yessongs – i feel no need to argue the toss on this one, because as i scrolled down – #1 must be, it has to be, it is – the magnificent Heart of the Sunrise above. Just enjoy.
If anyone runs into my friend Alfie on the mothership, tell him we’re over here for him if he needs us.
credit: Anthony Pepitone
Q: How do you see the guitar solo fitting into the song? Does every song need a guitar solo? Does the solo need to have an emotional connection to the song?
A: Does every song need a guitar solo? Absolutely. Without question. What’s my purpose on Earth if I’m not playing solos?
Nothing new to anyone on here, just a quick and cheap post I guess to try to convince Bish that pop didn’t suck after 1984, i think it got even better. More polished – probably peaking around 1987 for the swooniest pop for my money. (A monster year overall. We have our work cut out on that one.) Then it started to sort of unpolish itself, and started to go other places by the end of the decade. Which was all good.