Some of this stuff I should have a few drinks before I admit it. It'd be an excuse...
Moody Blues - I can't stand the whole sci-fi opera angle of so much of their music. But I can't hear "Nights In White Satin" without thinking about sitting in my dad's car, out on the Bloom exit on I94 in the middle of the prairie at 1AM, hearing the "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHH" in the chorus and remembering roiling with unrequited crush.
Billy Idol - Not the usual ones. "Blue Highway", from Rebel Yell, may be the ultimate song from my college years.
Big Country - I remember sitting in the dorm playing "The Crossing" over and over and over. I probably spent sixty hours over interim (my college was on a 4-1-4 plan - January was spent doing one thing, an idea that's fallen out of favor, stupidly I think) learning to play every single song on that album on guitar, conquering whatever Stuart Adamson and Bruce Watson did to make their guitars sound like bagpipes and Scottish fiddles. I hear "In A Big Country", I still feel exhilaration - and my fingers still ache...
Dire Straits, Tears For Fears - "Money For Nothing" and "Shout" were everywhere when I moved to the Twin Cities. That hot, dry autumn I drove to interview after interview to the sound of the ominous synth buildup to "Money", and drove back bellowing my anger at another failure to "Shout".
Steve Winwood - My senior year of high school, "While You See A Chance" was everywhere I turned. Including coursing through my mind as I pondered asking someone to prom. I hesitated - and literally before my eyes someone else asked her. "While you see a chance, take it... indeed.
Boston - Rock and Roll felt like samizdat books in Jamestown, North Dakota when I was in Junior High. There were two radio stations in town - one country, one mostly news and farm prices and the occasional lite top forty/oldies.
So when some of my friends' older brothers started passing down records to us, and a few of us could even afford records (vinyl albums!) of our own, actual rock and roll, it was like a whole world opened up. Boston was the first rock and roll album most of us had heard all the way through.
And of course...
Springsteen - Bruce? Well, he gets a whole category. Springsteen's written the soundtrack for so much of my life: "The Promised Land" is the best song ever written for those yearning to get out of the hometown; "Tunnel of Love" and "Human Touch" were amazing songs for watching love turn to anger turn to something worse, and praying for something to jump out and tell you how to fix it, whatever it takes. Lately, "None But The Brave" has been knocking arouund my head for hours at a time, thinking about people I used to know and places I used to be:
But oh, on a night like this,It's been on my mind a lot lately. It smacks me like a ton of bricks. Posted by Mitch at June 5, 2005 07:07 PM | TrackBack
I know that girl no longer exists.
Except for some moment in some stranger's eye
or the nameless faces in cars rushing by...