Be sure to watch this video of Yoyoka Soma all the way to its conclusion. Priceless.
Happy New Year. My goal is to learn the accurate lyrics of many of the rock & roll songs I’ve loved throughout my life. Here are three tunes that have been somewhat hazy until I did a little research.
Well, OK. I didn’t do much research so thanks to the youtube nuts who did.
BTW, the headline refers to Elton John’s often misheard lyric “Hold me closer, tiny dancer.”
BONUS: Joe Cocker takes a clearly understandable Feelin’ Alright song and turns it into a garbled classic.
“OK, fellas! Smile for the album cover photo shoot! Your fans love you! Give ’em a smile!”
“Well, OK. Just look up. We’ll make it work.”
Our favorite singers and musicians sneered or looked bothered to appear on their own album covers. A look of complete detachment validated their street cred. We idiot kids shelled out our grass cutting money to buy their albums, dreaming of being half as cool as these hedonists we idolized.
A funny thing happened on the way to the old folks home (or cemetery).
Twitter & Instagram put us in instant contact with people who suddenly became quite human. More of today’s artists walk the walk and participate in societal change. Some of these old school pampered douche nozzles matured and actually learned how to smile. Behold.
Well…some of them get it. Up until the 1960s rock and roll revolution, marketing always relied upon sunny, positive imagery.
Artists like Frank, Nat, and Ella smiled on their album covers. It relayed a bond of friendship, even if only to separate a bobby soxer from her babysitting money.
But rock and roll delivered an arrogance and separation of marketer and consumer. The message was simple. You’ll never be me. Now worship me and buy my albums and concert tickets. Your life is better for getting a whiff of my greatness.
Why did Led Zeppelin usually look like they were traveling on the Hindenburg? Dude, you’re killing it! Show some teeth! You have accomplished what so very few musicians could ever dream of attaining.
At the Kennedy Center Honors, the three survivors were able to muster some joy.
Hip hop brought an entirely new level of condescension and detachment. Beyonce sings about “a billion dollars going down (on an) elevator.” MESSAGE: I have lots of things and a private jet but, yo, I’m down with the struggle, y’all. Just keep buying our hype tripe.
Hold up. I got a billion? Yeah, I’ll smile now.
After all of that attitude, it turns out that the kids are alright.
And some just never stopped being douche nozzles. Ask The Eagles if they wish they’d have been nicer to each other. Glenn Frey is dead. Don Henley is bitter. Don Felder still believes Hotel California would have been better if he had been the lead vocalist on Victim of Love. Seriously.
There are happier people performing today, delivering powerful messages of empowerment, renewal, societal change, and doing it with smiling faces.
2016 features many more popular songs touting personal development instead of “look at me…I’m cooler than you.”
Life is a quick ride for everyone. Smile and savor every day. You never know where the road ends.
Hey Steely Dan. You’re not too hip for this planet. You’re grandpas now. Take it down a notch.
As boomers weep over a few rock star heroes dying, it’s a good time to appreciate the ones who are still above ground.
I wasn’t perceptive enough to know that Marvin Gaye’s dad was going to shoot him before I got a chance to tell him that “What’s Going On” redirected my life.
Once I heard the title track, well, mercy mercy me…inner city blues made me wanna holler, too.
This incredible album took me away from my white boy working class neighborhood to places that I hadn’t considered. My musical tastes and capacity for empathy grew exponentially.
But Marvin was gone long before I had a radio show that could have allowed me to thank him. It’s not too late for any of us to thank the people who led us down fascinating journeys of discovery.
Hit up Stevie Wonder or Graham Nash on Twitter to thank them for writing the soundtrack to your teen years. Yo, Aretha. Mad RESPECT! Hey Ted Nugent, I wango tango’d last night! Tito & Jermaine aren’t too busy to read your email. And Keith Richards would totally critique your latest batch of meth. Reach out and touch somebody’s hand before it assumes room temperature and we have to hear about it for a solid week on CNN.
Here are memorable musical offerings that twisted my head. Thanks, rock stars. Now get off my lawn. I’m old, too.
The hot rumor that Robert Plant ripped up an $800 million guarantee to reunite and tour with Led Zeppelin is apparently untrue. He just LOOKS like a crazy old lady.
Oh well…let’s dance!