You know what's it's like when some whining old fart grumbles on about how tedious modern music (or cinema, or fiction, or politics) is, and how much better it was 40 years ago? Infuriating, isn't it, that people should place a buffed-up version of their own youth at the heart of some kind of pop canon, denying the validity of any subsequent innovation, any development that doesn't correlate with their own narcissism? Grumpy, up-its-own-arse, baby-boomer bollocks.
And then you watch this;
and bugger me, the old farts are right after all. If it ever got better than this, I wasn't invited.
Something for the weekend. Play loud. Kick off your shoes. Tear the roof off.
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Fantastic!
Makes you want to dance! Yay!
I've torn the roof off. What if it starts fucking raining?
What, you don't think people will be listening to The Ordinary Boys in 40 years?
Swinging London was great. Especially if you were writing for NME or running a trendy King's Road boutique. Drug dealers did OK too and Top of the Pops was a bright spot for many young TV viewers.
But, always a but, it was still drab grey Monday mornings and humdrum jobs for most people.
It's always a drab grey Monday morning, dh. But, as Spinsterella implies, surely it's a drabber Monday if it's soundtracked by some lame reality-show schmindie wank; just a tad brighter if you've got St Otis on your case.
The music was great. Dare I say better than the tripe around these days? Yes, I dare. And even TV had a certain innocence.
Yay! That was great.
Ta Tim.
I loved that does that make me an old fart?
If you haven't seen it, check out Otis Redding at the Monterey Pop Festival. He gets better with age while some of the hippie bands get sadly dated.
Glad that brought some cheer into your lives. Maybe if Dear Leader Kim Jong-il got a little Otis (and Marvin, Aretha, Stevie, Smokey, Brother Ray, Reverend Al...) into his life, the world would be a happier place.
Hi, Peter. Yes, Otis at Monterey is jawdropping stuff, not least because a whole load of the audience probably had little idea who he was. The end, when he says "This is the love crowd, am I right?" and then goes into 'I've Been Loving You Too Long'... still makes the hairs go up on the back of my neck, and elsewhere. Then there's his version of 'Day Tripper' on Live In Europe... oh boy...
Ooooh Otis!!
I shall listen when I get back homew - can't have the volly up at werk, like...
For one minute, when I saw the title of your post Tim, I thought you were quoting the disco version of John, I'm Only Dancing - "let your backbone slide while you whistle and glide...."
Almost as good as "got a line on my hand, jelly on my back"
Thoise, indeed, were the days....
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