Here’s one you probably don’t know. It’s from 1980 and there’s not much about this song on the web. There are several live videos and that’s about it. I played this song a lot when I was in broadcasting training. So it became a favorite of Wifey and me.
This is how this song got stuck. Yesterday Wifey and I were grocery shopping and she pointed at a certain package of cookies and started singing this. Thank you Pepperidge Farms.
In 1981, Watts in a Tank was released in the United States. The single “Sausalito Summernight” rose to #25 on the U.S.Top 40. It reached #1 in Canada. Watts in a Tank itself went up to #68 on the Billboard 200.
Another birthday for a member of my “Guitar Gods” list. Admittingly, this is a list that only exists in my head, I’ve never committed to paper, or an electronic version for that matter.
David was a late entry to this list. I didn’t really find Pink Floyd until the Dark Side of the Moon album which was released in 1973. Since then I have managed to find quite a few of their older albums. Of course, all my albums are just sitting gathering dust since I have no way to play them. I do have a turntable, but nothing to plug it into. Maybe one day.
This track is from the 1979 blockbuster album The Wall.
“Comfortably Numb” is a song by the English rock band Pink Floyd, released on their eleventh album, The Wall (1979). It was released as a single in 1980 with “Hey You” as the B-side. The chorus progression and guitar solos were written by guitarist David Gilmour, while the lyrics and verse progression were written by bassist Roger Waters.
The comments on this video list Chuck Leavell as co-lead (keyboardist with the opening vocals), and Pink Floyd bandmate Roger Waters with back up vocals. I’m not sure, but I think you can catch a glimpse of Roger playing the acoustic guitar. Maybe someone with better eyes can verify that.
Here are a few of the comments from the YouTube page I found interesting;
The solo is not something you hear , it’s something you feel.
My dad is screaming at me from the next room to turn the bloody volume up for the Solo.
My neighbour called the police because I was playing Comfortably Numb too loud. The police arrested my neighbour.
And my favorite –
Doctor : u have 5min to live
Me : Listens to Comfortably Numb
Doctor : But that’s 9min
God : it’s okay
Guitar hero #2 (listed chronologically) would have turned 77 today. Instead we lost George Harrison in 2001, just 6 days after my mother passed. He was only 58 when he died from cancer.
But let’s not dwell on the loss. George has always been my favorite Beatle. It was my just older sister that fostered this view. She was a big George fan, and since she was the closest in age to me (but still 8 years older), I adopted her choice, and George has always remained my favorite.
I do appreciate George’s sitar playing, but it can be very overpowering at times. I currently have SiriusXM’s Beatles channel playing. Naturally they have specials featuring George’s music all day long. Within You Without You is playing as I type this. As I told my brother just earlier today, the sitar works so beautifully in this piece. My brother doesn’t care for any sitar. He’d rather George stay with his guitar. I can’t really blame him.
My brother and I also talked about how George’s playing changed over the years. George may not have started as the most innovated guitarist but is definitely one of the most copied guitarists.
The song I picked for today comes from George’s first solo album released after the breakup of The Beatles. And what an album it is, a triple album. George had so much material that never made it on to a Beatles release it took three discs to contain it all. This track was recorded, but not used, for The Beatles Let It Be album. It was also recorded by keyboardist Billy Preston.
During the final year of his life, Harrison oversaw a successful reissue campaign to mark the 30th anniversary of the album’s release. After this reissue, the Recording Industry Association of America certified the album six-times platinum. Among its appearances on critics’ best-album lists, All Things Must Pass was ranked 79th on The Times‘ “The 100 Best Albums of All Time” in 1993, while Rolling Stone placed it 433rd on the magazine’s “500 Greatest Albums of All Time“. In 2014, All Things Must Pass was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame.
As I’m sure you know be now, most days I have no idea why a particular song is stuck in my head. And today is no different.
This song has been a favorite of mine even before I understood what the title meant. I like the rhythm to the song, and at around 12 years of age when it was released, the repetitive lyrics of the chorus were very catchy.
The track was recorded at Trident Studios, London, and the piano on the record was performed by either Rick Wakeman or Blue Weaver. Mark Paytress notes that both pianists may have played separate parts on the song, with Wakeman contributing only the piano glissandos that feature several times throughout the song. Wakeman, who was desperate for work at the time to pay his rent, had bumped into Bolan in Oxford Street, who offered him the session. Wakeman pointed out to Tony Visconti that the record did not actually need a piano player. Visconti suggested that he could add a gliss. Wakeman said that Visconti could do that, to which Bolan replied, “You want your rent, don’t you?” Wakeman did, and earned £9 for his efforts.
Here’s another WTF post. I have no idea why this is stuck in my head today. Now, I was talking with my friend Mel about this song and artist, but that at least 2 months ago. maybe it’s because I’ve started the process to get my medical marijuana card – specifically to help with my sleep. And these weird ass dreams are part of that. Who knows…
Some mornings I wake up with a song that I have no idea why it’s stuck. Now this is indeed, my all-time favorite early Beatles song, I can’t say exactly why. I will admit that as a teenager I could relate to the story the song brings out. But that was a long time ago.
The track doesn’t really have all that strong of a guitar part, so George (my favorite of the Beatles) isn’t really featured. It is primarily a Lennon composition, and as I’ve mentioned before both my brother and I consider John as the best rock and roll composer ever.
This track was released originally in the UK on the 1964 album Beatles For Sale and in the US on the Beatles ’65.
I have to apologize to ya’ll. We took our Campbell Christmas Vacation as planned, leaving here on December 26th. While the vacation was a joy, I became very ill, and was hospitalized on our return. That will be the subject of my next post, as I am still sorting out details of the whole vacation/illness. So this will be a quick post with some pictures of the vacation aspect.
The plan was to leave here on the morning of the 26th, and we actually made it work. We piled Wifey, Son-The-Younger, both granddaughters and myself into the car and headed north. Our destination was Maggie Valley, NC. We rented a larger cabin than the one Wifey and I rented two years ago for a five night stay. The weather was good, and for once, traffic not an issue at all. We all got our suitcases unpacked and stuff put away in our rooms and away we went!
Friday was Son-The-Younger’s birthday and we promised him we would take him the Sierra Nevada Brewery just outside of Asheville, NC. Wifey and I visited the brewery and took the tour two years ago. Son-The-Younger was looking forward to this trip. We took the Blue Ridge Parkway over the mountains to Asheville. We stopped at many of the scenic overlooks and the girls took many pictures.
We arrived at the Brewery just in time for our scheduled tour (you have to make reservations), and Wifey and the girls went to “The Back Porch”, an open area that has food, a garden and even – get this – beer! Although there wasn’t any live music that day, they do have an outdoor stage, as well as an indoor area in case of bad weather. And is very dog friendly.
We drove home and had a great BBQ dinner, which was another “requirement” for this trip.
Saturday was a planned “quiet” day. In the morning we took the girls to do some “gem” mining. Then Son-The-Younger and I visited Elevated Mountain Distillery, while Wifey took the girls to a little store we enjoyed on our last visit.
It was a good thing that we didn’t have much planned for Saturday. I woke up about 3AM with fever and chills. So after the short morning excursions, I went back to bed for the afternoon. I think I sweated through my clothes twice that afternoon. The rest of the family went tubing (man made snow, sadly) while I basically sweated every ounce of liquid out of my body. Son-The-Younger tried to get a fire going in one of the outside fire pits, but it was rained out.
I awoke Sunday morning feeling better, but not great. I knew I was still fighting whatever bug I had picked up, I just didn’t realize how badly I was losing that fight.
But not giving up, we again went over the mountains, but this time from Cherokee, NC to Gatlinburg, TN. We went right through the Great Smokey Mountains National Park, and we hadn’t even gone half a mile into the park when we came across a herd of Elk. The girls were so happy.
We made it to Gatlinburg with no issues. We even found a Mexican restaurant that Wifey and I had tried almost 20 years ago! And it was right next to the Ripley’s Aquarium which was our first scheduled stop (after tacos of course). Then the real fun began.
The plan all along was to get me a wheelchair while at the aquarium. My legs were still heavily impacted by the back injury, so I figured I would not be able to walk the entire distance required. Turns out I couldn’t even make it into the aquarium!
Going up the steps to get to the wheelchair I passed out. I was so lucky that there was a guy right behind me who saw it coming, probably before I realized what was happening. He was a strong enough guy that he grabbed me and set me down so I only ended up with was a scrape on one knee where it hit the pillar I has holding on to. Luckily it passed somewhat quickly and by the time the kids met us with the wheelchair I was coherent, and some of my strength returned. It was nice have everyone push my wheelchair so I could see the major parts of the aquarium, and there were plenty of places that I could be parked while everyone else went to see something that would have been a tight fit. We got in a few other attractions that afternoon, then head back to our cabin in Maggie Valley.
I will leave the health issues for the next post. I knew I was sick, but I really didn’t feel any worse or better for the rest of the trip.
Monday found us in Cherokee, NC. I really didn’t expect the girls to enjoy the museum as much as they did. They were asking questions about the displays and had good comments when their questions were answered. it’s really nice to see them getting inquisitive about things that aren’t covered very well in school. The Cherokee people have an absolutely beautiful creation story. Personally, I find it every bit as relevant as any other creation story. It is no more, nor any less credible the one most of us have been force feed all these years.
Every time I visit a museum of this sort, I am saddened beyond words how native peoples have been treated by we white people. On every continent we have hurt if not straight out destroyed entire cultures. They had a veteran’s display in the museum. It told of a Cherokee medical doctor that was on a landing craft on D-Day. I didn’t know they had any doctors on the landing craft. But it makes me wonder were there any “white” doctors on any other landing craft? Then there was a display of Cherokee Medal of Honor Recipient. I’m sorry I don’t have names for these, and the other Cherokee’s enshrined in this part of the museum. I was so overcome, and still am, with emotion I had to leave the area and just sit down in the lobby. Knowing that chances are that these gentlemen had already been forcibly removed from their ancestral homes to the squalid desperation of a reservation, but still answered the call to serve this nation (not the Cherokee Nation, but the “white man nation”) amazes me. Sadly, most of the town of Cherokee was closed for the season, so shopping was limited.
However, Son-The-Younger conquered the elements and got the fire pit going. I am told the s’mores were wonderful!
The next morning we loaded everything back up in the car and headed home. We only stopped long enough to visit with Lil-Big-Sis at lunch. There are so many more stories to tell of this trip, but I just don’t have the energy to keep this going, nor a voice to dictate to Wifey, so dear reader this will have to suffice.
But I leave you with What’s Stuck In Wifey’s Head this morning. Enjoy!