THE KEVIN ROWLAND SECTION Old pop heroes tend to be cocks in their dotage: see Morrissey, Lydon, Gallagher x2, Minogue. Thankfully, Birmingham's Kevin Rowland remains - a master of his art last night on the BBC. Here, I danced suitably: around the bedroom like a Daddy. http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b05n2bx4/dexys-nowhere-is-home Not many of our international audience have access to the iplayer, so in praise of all things Dexy's, I present a slice from the beginning: Stick that up your death metal, heh, heh, heh heh heh.
Cynthia, you posted Hendrix version of little wing. Thats the original and it is amazing. Here is a cover of the same tune by Stevie Ray Vaughn, Who aint no slouch either.
I've been listening to so much Bob Dylan I think I'm going to start dressing like an idiot and talking about Boxcars.
Isn't that the beer in 'Blue Velvet?' 'Pabst Blue Ribbon, Pabst Blue Ribbon? The beer is shit, I tell ya. Heineken, Heineken....nnnng.' Frank inhaled deeply from the oxygen mask, radiated evil...
While I respect Dylan as a creative genius, I have never been a fan of his music. This is one of my absolute favourite songs of all time.
Pabst Blue Ribon is far and above the cheapest beer in the south. 10$ will get ya 18 pack on sale 12 normally. Since I lost my job and decided to try writing my dream novel I drink the cheap stuff when I drink. I hope to move up to premium again when we get the thing done and published.
Another classic from Blighty. I'm partial to a blue ribband myself but that's another vice entirely. Don't get me started on Hob Nobs.
Watched "The Wall" by Pink Floyd the other day, fukin' blew me mind. Interested in the song "Comfortably Numb" - specifically these lines: "When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown, The dream is gone. I have become comfortably numb." The rest of the song is quite straight forward with regards to Pink's drug use and feelings (or lack of) towards the outside world, however I'm not sure fully get this link to his childhood fever. What exactly is the "it" that he caught a fleeting glimpse of?
He cannot put his finger on it...the dream is gone. In other words, you don't get to know because he doesn't know. Fantastic guitar solo at the end, though (in the album version). David Gilmour is one of the greats.
I've had a lot of this on lately: Something about this band takes me to a special, friendly, happy place. Somewhere where beer is cold, the nights are long, the cars are cheap and the girls are pretty.
