This is one of those songs that comes and goes at very random times. Maybe because so many people have recorded it.
This song is of unkown authorship and is considered a traditional folk song. It may have started out that way, even when Bob Dylan recorded it in 1961 for his debut album. But by the time that The Animals recorded it on 18 May 1964 it was transformed into a “folk rock” hit.
Lead singer of the Animals, Eric Burdon, tells the tale that the group needed a song to end their set while on tour with Chuck Berry, that was different. Not a straight out rocker that most bands were ending sets with. To do this, they took this song, put Eric in a single red spot on stage and rocked it some. The response was so positive they decided to record it over the reluctance of their producer. The song was recorded in one take, all of 15 minutes or so.
The Animals had begun featuring their arrangement of “House of the Rising Sun” during a joint concert tour with Chuck Berry, using it as their closing number to differentiate themselves from acts that always closed with straight rockers. It got a tremendous reaction from the audience, convincing initially reluctant producerMickie Most that it had hit potential, and between tour stops the group went to a small recording studio on Kingsway in London to capture it.
But, that’s not what I came here to tell you about (you were waiting for that line, weren’t you?). Back in the day when I was a worship leader in churches, we used to play around during warm ups by playing Amazing Grace to the tune of House of the Rising Sun. Since it’s a very basic song in A minor, and in 4/4 time, the basic melody and rhythms can accept many other lyrics.
For fun, play in your head Amazing Grace to the tune of Peaceful Easy Feeling or better yet the theme song from Gilligan’s Island.
And now that I’ve got that stuck in your head, my job is done here.
Once again, I had the pleasure of attending the KnowBe4 Security Awareness Conference. This is the second year they’ve held the conference, and my second year of attending. As usual, the wonderful folks at KnowBe4 put on a great conference. I will admit that there were some things I thought were better last year than this year, but I will hold those criticisms for the email survey they will send. I’m sure the problems I found were more related to me, and not the conference itself. I am by definition a “grumpy old man”. The majority of attendees were probably younger than my kids. So, I’ll leave it at that.
I will mention one issue here. One night there is a “customer appreciation dinner”. No issue there, except for one like me with some severe social anxiety. This year there were almost 1000 attendees (up from only 300 or so last year). Before the dinner, there was an open bar (big plus in my book). My problem (all me, not the folks that set everything up), was that even with free beer, there were so many people in such a small space. The crowd noise was so overwhelming (added to my tinnitus) that I had to leave quickly. I only had 2 beers and went back to my room. My head was pounding, and the anxiety was so high, I’m surprised I didn’t have tears running down my face. I would have stopped and ordered food and drinks at one of the restaurants, but at $9 for a local craft beer that was not an option ( and the scotch/bourbon prices were way above anything I’ve ever seen before). If I attend this event next year, I will go back to the Holiday Inn across the street. Drinks and food prices there are much more reasonable.
ProTip: In the Orlando, FL area avoid the Marriott World Centre unless you have big bucks backing you. Everything is extremely overpriced.
Of course, that is not what I came to talk about. Let ‘s talk traffic. Regular readers of this blog (both of you) know how much I hate traffic. There are several posts about this already. For this conference I had to travel to Lake Buena Vista. Basically, into the heart of Disney. If there is one thing I hate more than driving Interstate 4 (we used to call it the devil’s highway. Not it’s God’s Highway – because nobody else will claim it!), it’s Disney.
ProTip: Orlando’s Airport code is MCO. It stands for Mickey Controls Orlando. And they control much more than that. Their environmental policy sucks. They only bow down to the almighty dollar.
I-4 is undergoing a major “improvement”. They call it Ultimate I-4. As in an ultimate pain in the ass. There are daily lane and exit changes. What once was a simple right lane exit, has now become, overnight, a left lane exit.
On Wednesday afternoon. It only took maybe an hour and a half to travel the 60 or so miles to the hotel/conference center. The return trip home was a completely different story. Almost two and a half hours to make to 60-mile trip. Why? Because I-4 is a parking lot the majority of the day. It just happens on different sides depending on the time of time. Add in the Ultimate (pain in the ass) project, and most parts of I-4 are a parking lot most of the day. And since all the theme parks (Disney, SeaWorld, Universal, et al) are on the west side of Orlando, I avoid them at all costs. I hate I-4 and Orlando beyond belief. In fact I want out of #Floriduh in the worst way.
In “honor” of sitting in the parking lot also known as I-4 for the majority of my Friday afternoon into the evening, here’s “I Can’t Drive 55”, because I don’t think I ever got above 45!
Today would have been my mother’s 98th birthday! So happy birthday to her!
Today is also the Celtic festival of Beltane. So, happy May Day as well!
Beltane was one of four Gaelic seasonal festivals: Samhain (~1 November), Imbolc (~1 February), Beltane (~1 May), and Lughnasadh (~1 August). Beltane marked the beginning of the pastoral summer season, when livestock were driven out to the summer pastures. Rituals were held at that time to protect them from harm, both natural and supernatural, and this mainly involved the “symbolic use of fire”. There were also rituals to protect crops, dairy products and people, and to encourage growth. The aos sí (often referred to as spirits or fairies) were thought to be especially active at Beltane (as at Samhain) and the goal of many Beltane rituals was to appease them. Most scholars see the aos sí as remnants of the pagan gods and nature spirits. Beltane was a “spring time festival of optimism” during which “fertility ritual again was important, perhaps connecting with the waxing power of the sun”
First a little back story. I was in the Air Force, stationed at Homestead AFB, just south of Miami. My family home was also just south of Miami, just not as far south. My parents had a 32′ motorhome that was used to travel around the eastern seaboard for vacations.
This particular summer, my brother and his wife were going
to join mom and dad on vacation. Their
plan was to go to New Orleans, then up into the mountains of North Carolina,
then to the Atlanta area, finally ending in Disney World where my brother was
to play in a company golf tournament. My
plan was to take some leave and stay at the house and basically party the
Of course, I didn’t tell them that. As far as they knew my
leave was not approved, which was a big fat lie. I can say this now since both
mom and dad have passed.
During this trip, they would call back to the house on a
semi-regular basis. Obviously checking up on me. I’m guessing my brother knew
what was up.
Everything was fine until the one evening they called, and I
was, shall we say, just a bit drunk. While
talking to my brother I let it slip that my leave had been approved. Plans were immediately set for me to fly up
to Greensboro, NC to meet them and spend the rest of the trip with them. I was
not too happy about this plan. The motorhome didn’t have that many sleeping
places. Dad was an emphysema patient and had a nebulizer in the back of the RV
where his and mom’s beds were. Having spent several other vacations in that RV,
I knew how loud that nebulizer was at 2 AM.
I wasn’t looking forward to cramped sleeping quarters and being woken up
at any hour of the morning.
In the end, it was a good thing I joined them. The new plan was for me to fly into Greensboro and rent a car, then drive to meet them at the campground, just across the state line in Greensboro, SC. Big problem. I was only 20 at the time. The minimum age to rent a car was 26. Even with a military ID, they legally could not rent me any vehicle. So, the family unhooked the motorhome and drove up to the airport to rent a car and pick me up.
I’m not sure who exactly rented the car, but I was listed as the primary driver. Following them back to the campground I noticed something very bad. None of the lights on the back of the RV were working. No tail lights, no turn signals, no brake lights, nothing! When we made it back to the campground and got everything hooked back up we started looking at what was wrong.
If I remember correctly (always a challenge), we found a bundle of wires that had been burned out. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Every single wire in the RV was brown. Not brown as in burned or singed, but molded in brown plastic. None of the usual red, black, and green wires. Everything was the same dull brown, from the front to the rear. It would appear that the previous owner rewired the RV with only one color of wire. We had no idea which wire was hot, neutral, or ground! That meant one thing. I was to follow, as closely as possible, the RV to Atlanta where we would park it in a friend’s driveway and rewire the entire motorhome. An entire weekend of vacation would be lost. But it was something very critical.
As I remember (again – we’re talking shaky ground here), we
fixed all the wiring and all the lights worked, and we took off for Disney for
that golf outing. That’s when the next issue showed up. And now, we’re up to date, and where are
somewhere around Duluth, GA.
As I mentioned dad has emphysema. While we were working on the motorhome, we could all see he was sinking into a major breathing issue. That’s when we made the stop at a local hospital to see if we could get dad breathing better, hoping a more powerful breathing treatment would allow him to continue with us. It didn’t work. He spent a night or two in that hospital (my brother thinks it was “Joan Clancy Hospital”). Then he and mom flew back to Miami, while my brother, his wife and I went to Disney.
But, that’s not what I cam here to talk about. While dad was in that hospital, my brother pointed out someone to me. Down the hospital hall was a young guy with a big beard and longer than usual hair. His room was the only one that didn’t have a name outside the door. We would see this gentleman walk up and down the hall, stop and chat with the nurses, and really look like he didn’t need to be there. Plus, he looked very familiar to us. It took me a little bit, but then I saw it. If it wasn’t Kenny Loggins, then it was a doppelganger! It looked just like him. But why was he in the hospital? To complete the conspiracy theory, once he realized we noticed him he didn’t come back out of the room while we were there.
Was it Kenny?
Doubtful. But it’s fun to look back and wonder.
All this finally leads to today’s video. The song was originally released on the 1976 album The Best Of Friends. The video isn’t the best, but I used this version for two reasons. The live version, while musically beautiful, is very boring. They just stand there nothing exciting. Second, the image of Kenny Loggins (the guy on the left) is who we saw in the hospital!
While you are reading this (you are reading this and not just jumping to see which video I’m using this time, right??), I’m sitting in my dentist’s chair having yet another crown done. This isn’t just another crown, it’s a replacement crown for a job done only 14 months ago. Sheesh..
I do have a moderate phobia of dentists. Which is a bit odd when you consider that I went through several years of orthodontic works as a teenager with no real issues. Plus, the fact that I spent the majority of my young adult life as an Army Combat Medic (equivalent to a Paramedic). I taught many classes on giving immunizations and even intravenous (IV) classes. I’ve given myself an IV (as a demonstration), and even sutured both of my sons. Needles and blood are not the problem.
The problem started long ago. In 1986 to be exact. I was leaving Fort Bragg, NC the next day. My wife and son (only had the one at the time), were leaving first to Florida to drop them off, then I was headed to Fort Greely Alaska. This particular afternoon, I was playing racquetball with a few of friends that were staying at Fort Bragg. While running to the back wall of the court my ankle turned and I went face first into that concrete back wall. I ended up shattering my right front tooth (number 8 if you’re really interested).
Upon arrival at Fort Greely, as with any military posting, you must turn in your personnel, education, medical, and dental records at the appropriate offices. When I showed up at the dental clinic, they immediately scheduled an appointment with the dentist to have that shattered tooth evaluated.
Here’s the kicker.
About 20 years before this I was hit in the mouth by a baseball. This damaged the tooth extensively, and
according to the family dentist the tooth was “dead”. I had no feeling in the tooth, and it
I told the dentist in Alaska the story and she decided I
needed a root canal. I wasn’t really
surprised that she wanted one, but since the tooth had been damaged so long
ago, I wasn’t sure it was really needed.
Now, I don’t know if this dentist was right out of school or what. But it was almost three hours in the chair, and so many injections of lidocaine; all for naught. In the end all she could say was the root was too calcified to her to get it out. And I’m thinking, I could have told you that. I have my suspicions that I was her first root canal without supervision and she was not about to fail.
Sad to say that I now have a dislike for dentists.
But the dentist we use is anything but that. He is a really
nice guy, has great music playing, and even tries to make you laugh whenever
possible. Since this is just a
replacement, and the temporary is already there, it should be cake and pie.
Maybe. Hopefully. Let’s hope he’s not
having a bad day.
P.S. Have a medical phobia of your own? Leave a comment so we can all commiserate with you!
Now I have to admit that the first time I heard this song it was a cover by The Lumineers. And even though I had never heard of The Lumineers at that time, I was totally entranced by the song and the band.
This is a Tom Petty song. Tom has long been one of my favorite musicians. Either solo, with The Heartbreakers, The Traveling Wilburys as “Charlie T. WIlbury Jr.”, and later (ironically since it was his first band) Mudcrutch. When Wifey got her new car and a subscription to SiriusXM Radio, she came home saying she had been listening to the Tom Petty channel, and was wondering about this band Mudcrutch and why they were being played on that channel. Once again my “music-savant” superpower came through!
This is part of the soundtrack from the movie, “She’s The One”. Needless to say, I’ve never seen the movie. Can’t even recall an advertisment for it. Judging by the listings on YouTube, it’s been covered many times. The cover by The Lumineers was on the first anniversary of Tom’s untimely death. The soundtrack actually has two versions of the song. I’m using (No. 3) version for the video. It’s a bit more mellow than the first release, although Jennifer Aniston isn’t in the video for (No. 3), but is in the video for (Circus). And no, I haven’t seen that either. I really don’t watch much TV or movies. Yeah, I’m boring.
Well enough of that, here’s “Walls (No. 3)”. And yeah, this video sucks, but the song is excellent!
The other evening, Wifey and I were relaxing having just got home from work and deciding what to make for dinner. As usual, I had music playing while we were talking. I have music playing all the time. If not out loud, it’s playing in my head. Hence this series of posts.
Instead of the usual streaming music, SiriusXM, Spotify or Pandora, I had a YouTube playlist going. Some song would come on, and I would interrupt, or just pop out with some obscure fact about the song, band, or event that was playing. Wifey usually just smiles and goes back to whatever she was doing. She tolerates me well.
But then this song came on. And she stopped what she was doing, picked up her wine glass and came over to the computer desk where I was sitting to see the video. My playlists tend to feature guitar playing. This particular list is heavy with Eric Clapton. But this isn’t a Clapton song, even though he’s featured in the video.
Tracy Chapman has been a favorite of ours since we first heard “Fast Car“. Her music is so deeply personal it almost hurts. And she is so expressive. Her smile can light up a room, and that smile is so present in this video. As wifey said, she must be thinking “Eric Clapton is playing my song!!!!!”. Who wouldn’t simile when that happens.
So here’s Tracy Chapman and Eric Clapton playing “Give Me One Reason” from 1999. Enjoy!
Let’s go back to the summer of 1969. I was a strapping lad all of 10. Of course, I had not heard of this band then, much less this particular song. The name “Fleetwood Mac” didn’t hit my radar until much, much later with their “Rumours” album in 1977. And, like the majority of my male friends, I was trying to get with Stevie Nicks.
But, as usual, that’s not what I came here to talk about. Fleetwood Mac started out, not as a rock or pop band, but as a blues band. We all know, or if you didn’t know, you do now, that rock is very heavily influenced if not down right a derivative of, the blues. And I am very much into the blues.
“Oh Well” was recorded by the first version of Fleetwood Mac, and this a band that has had many changes.
The single’s peak position in the UK Charts was No. 2 for two weeks in November 1969, spending a total of 16 weeks on the chart. In the Dutch Top 40, it peaked at No. 1, staying in the chart for 11 weeks. It also reached the top 5 in Ireland, Norway, New Zealand and France, and the top 10 in Germany and Switzerland. “Oh Well” was a minor hit in the USA, where it reached #55, thus becoming Fleetwood Mac’s first single to reach the Hot 100, as well as their only pre-Buckingham/Nicks song to earn this distinction. The song still received some airplay on many FM rock stations and its reputation has grown in the years since its release. It has been also re-released in many countries as a ‘Golden Oldies’ single.
I am taken by the little guitar riff then the vocals alone. I always thought the juxtaposition of the fast guitars, then a single voice was cool. There are two parts to the song, but both parts were never played live. Each part was released as the A and B side of a single. Peter Green says to have written part two first, and wanted it released as the A side with the now more popular part one as the B side. But that’s not what happened, and as the saying goes… “the rest is history”.
Here is “Oh Well, Part 1”, live from a 1969 BBC TV show. Enjoy!
And since this is St. Patrick’s Day, I give you this:
I imagine this post will be mostly directed to the guys out there, but I’ll leave it open for everyone.
Have you ever been in the middle of your day, either at work or relaxing, but there’s been something making your skin itchy. Maybe you back, or shoulder area. Maybe even on your leg. Then finally it just gets so overwhelming that you rip off your clothes and find one of these;
So, tell me.. Is it just me? Is Wifey playing games with me or what?
Here’s You Wear It Well. I figured it fit the theme and plus I mentioned it in this post, but didn’t link to it.