by Tom Johnson Our oldest daughter is preparing for her first days of first grade. Supplies have been bought, some in ridiculous quantities (seriously, 36 pencils for the first day alone?!)
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As a kind of companion piece to “Does This Bus Stop at 82nd St?”, the mood shifts dramatically here, trading all of that romantic positivity for stark reality … or at least a reality whose dark side is winning out.
< >> *** STEELY DAN SUNDAY INDEX *** One litmus test to tell if you’re a baby boomer or older is if you can remember when the term “dude” was only used by surfer dudes or stoners out in California.
Led Zeppelin’s image, dating back to the band’s debauched 1970s heyday, has grown so outsized that it sometimes obscures, well, the music.
A young Bruce flashes a lot of exuberance in a rambling, upbeat dedication to New York City. Reported points of interest on the song include Bruce’s dad working as a bus driver and Bruce taking a bus trip from Freehold to Manhattan to visit a girlfriend.
> *** STEELY DAN SUNDAY INDEX *** “Night By Night” falls right in the middle of the best three song sequence on any Steely Dan album. Last week we took the occasion of “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” to reflect on the genius of Jim Gordon. If Jim Gordon was the heir to Hal Blaine as the king of sessionRead More
Let’s look beyond the goofy flutes and whatnot — and the oddly aggressive nature of the song, because it’s just so out of character for the nice man. Paul McCartney screwed up “Live And Let Die” in a huge way
I didn’t really know much about Malcolm McLaren, except that he had some sort of fashion boutique called “Sex” and that he put the Sex Pistols together. A Rolling Stone article marking his death last year referred to him as a “Punk Renaissance Man.”
Because I’ve been steeping myself in rock and folk music all of these years, people are genuinely surprised when I admit that I’m not a lyrics person. I suppose it puts me in the minority of listeners.
< >> *** STEELY DAN SUNDAY INDEX *** Here’s a song where there’s so many delicious angles one could use to write about it: Victor Feldman’s wild electric marimba ruminations the the intro of the album version, the famous borrowing from Horace Silver’s “Song From My Father