Hell in a Bucket. Grateful Dead.

It's just one of those times that wont come again.

Like 1995 when Jerry died, and the weekend before it happened our downstairs apartment with the baby pool on the front step was open-doored and windowed, and we went back and forth between our place and the girls next door.  The girls next door had the Dead going for 48 hours straight, Jerry died days from that.  It was August, we all called ourselves the ladies of 6th street, there were vigils for Jerry all over the boards and up three streets where the old squatter house used to be.  I still have the ring left from the colorful mushroom-shaped candle I burned.

Here is Hell in a Bucket--the clip is soooo cheesy!!  But worth it:

It's the song that was just starting when I got in the car yesterday to leave Schank and Jotto at MR DUCKS on Talbot Street. Whaaaattt no way I laughed to myself when I heard the first few bars of the live version, and then, hellll yeaaa, bc really.  High sun going down on the bay, south wind and going ASAP to see my grls after leaving the cute boy uptown, and of course each and every one of the grls have cute summer boy tales, too~

...Least I'm enjoyin the ride...

Romeo and Juliet & Pale Blue Eyes.

The serendipity in my life the past several months is absoloutely undeniable.  It makes me feel so impassioned and alive!

On that note, I've heard this first song no less than four times this week. It's so darn pretty. Off Dire Straits "Making Movies".



This second song is Velvet Underground's Pale Blue Eyes, off their self-named album. I was humming it all morning on the beach and then got home today and it played on Pandora, right after Dire Straights....

Rock and Roll Tuesday. Creedence Clearwater Revival. Born on the Bayou.

Not sure if it's Fogerty's signature concrete-scrapey voice or the deep way I always need to move my hips to the incessant rhythm in this song, maybe it's the thick Maryland heat or tomorrow's full moon.  But hot damn this song is dirty as it gets.  And I'm gonna go ahead and say--wordlessly dirty might be my prime requirement--think ACDC here, shaking them all night long--of good, solid rock and roll.

Me'shell Ndegeocello & The Funk Brothers. You Really Got a Hold on Me.

So embedding the song I want to post about today is disabled by youtube, which made me investigate a little. 

First, the song is Me'shell Ndegeocello's version of You Really Got a Hold on Me, which as far back as I can remember first ever hearing it when I was 11 or so has been one of my favorite ever love songs.  It came on my contempo-influenced soul station on Pandora today.  It's just so good, the contained passion of it.  It's soo precise.  Aghghhg god. 

In the meantime what I discovered was a documentary about the band she is performing with, The Funk Brothers, which is what the clip is from, Standing in the Shadows of Motown.  Now added to my summer queue.

Kool Thing. Sonic Youth.

Man, normally I would save this for a rock and roll Tuesday entry but I can't wait. 

Last night this guy said to me you're so lucky to have grown up in the nineties, the music was so good then.  I hadn't really thought about it, but he is so fucking right.  There will just never ever be another Sonic Youth or the Pixies, Janes Addiction, Tribe, Notorious or Pac again.  And I was.  Right there.  When all that shit dropped.  When every single flannel clad firehall-playinig band had their own cover of Smells Like... This is Kool Thing by Sonic Youth.  Off Goo.  I think Kim Gordan (well, and Erin from Bratmobile) those women were soley responsible for my dark-lipped bleached hair punk rock boot and titty tee hotness back then.

This song STILLLL makes my heart race ahhhh!  And my stomach all woozy with how mthrfckng kool it is.

Oh my god.   I was a lucky grl.

Rock and Roll Tuesday. Al Green.

Rock and roll is so stunning because of the big sloppy or clean, obvious or inadvertant conglomerate of American history that it is.  Obviously we've got the bayou and old delta and juke joints in the earliest guitar noise that came out of the south, the chords of blues especially that the our black heritage, its violence and sadness and also hope brought.  But how bout the gospel influence?  Organs and crescendo-ing chorus's, as well as the tradition of folk writing, what a long rich heritage we've got deep in this nation of ours.  Here is Al Green's Love and Happiness, which is one of my favorite all time openings of a song.

Rock and Roll Tuesday. Stevie Nicks.

Would there be rockandroll women today without the lacey, primal voice of Stevie Nicks?  No nope no, there wouldn't be.  And keeping in the theme of going on the road and priming my wild spirit for adventure, today's rock and roll pic is all and total what Stevie is best at, haunting female-heart anthems. Here is Gypsy, which is Fleetwood Mac, followed by Stand Back, because what broken grrrl my age hasn't stood in the middle of her room wailing out the lyrics in our own wannabe whisky-voice?

Gypsy


Stand Back