{"id":743,"date":"2024-06-01T16:46:45","date_gmt":"2024-06-01T16:46:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2024\/06\/01\/saturday-night-at-the-oldies-varia-3\/"},"modified":"2024-06-01T16:46:45","modified_gmt":"2024-06-01T16:46:45","slug":"saturday-night-at-the-oldies-varia-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2024\/06\/01\/saturday-night-at-the-oldies-varia-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Night at the Oldies: Varia"},"content":{"rendered":"

I have only recently come to appreciate what a great song this Jackson Browne number<\/a> from 1976 is. After the 'sixties faded, I gave myself an education in classical and jazz and lost touch with the rock scene. The video presents the thoughtful lyrics.   The Gary U. S. Bonds cover<\/a> from 1981 is also unbelievably good.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Weight<\/a>. Robertson sat down one day to write a song and peering into his Martin guitar read, "Martin Guitars, Nazareth, Pennslylvania." This inspired the line, "I pulled into Nazareth, feelin' about half-past dead."<\/span><\/p>\n

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down<\/a>. Nothing hippy-trippy or psychedelic about these '60s musicians. Pure Americana served up by Canadians. Rooted, autochthonic.<\/span><\/p>\n

I Shall Be Released<\/a>. Their synergy benefited both the Bard and the Band. They helped him move farther from the mind and closer to the earth.<\/span><\/p>\n

I post what I like, and I like what I post. It's a nostalgia trip, and a generational thing. There's no point in disputing taste or sensibility, or much of anything else. It's Saturday night, punch the clock, pour yourself a stiff one, stop thinking, and FEEL!<\/span><\/p>\n

Traveling Wilburys, End of Line, Extended Version<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Who, Won't Get Fooled Again<\/a>. Lyrics! <\/span><\/p>\n

Gary U. S. Bonds, From a Buick Six<\/a>. Sorry, Bob, but not even you can touch this version.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan, It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes  a Train to Cry<\/a>.  Cutting Edge Bootleg version.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan, Just Like a Woman<\/a>.  This Cutting Edge take may be the best version, even with the mistakes. <\/span><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan, Cold Irons Bound<\/a>. The Bard never loses his touch. May he die with his boots on.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bob Dylan, Corrina, Corrina<\/a>. And you say he can't sing in a conventional way?<\/span><\/p>\n

Bob Seger, Old-Time Rock and Roll<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

But does it really "soothe the soul"? Is it supposed to?  For soul-soothing, I recommend the Adagio movement<\/a> of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. Adagio molto e cantabile<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Flying Burrito Brothers, To Ramona<\/a>.  A beautiful cover of a song from Dylan's fourth album, Another Side of Bob Dylan<\/em>.  <\/span><\/p>\n

YouTuber comment: "I'd hate to think where we would be without Mr. Zimmerman's songwriting. So many covers done by so many great artists." And I say that if it weren't for Zimmi, the Great American Boomer Soundtrack would have a huge, gaping hole in it.<\/span><\/p>\n

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John Fogerty and the Blue Ridge Rangers, You're the Reason<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

An able cover of the Bobby Edwards cross-over hit<\/a> from 1961.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Springfields, Silver Threads and Golden Needles<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Dusty Springfield before she was Dusty Springfield.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ramblin' Jack Elliot, Roving Gambler<\/a>.  "Ramblin' Charles Adnopoz" lacking the requisite resonance for a follower of Woody Guthrie, this Jewish son of a New York M.D. wisely changed his name. <\/span><\/p>\n

Joan Baez, Rock Salt and Nails<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

The best rendition of the Utah Philips song..<\/span><\/p>\n

On the banks of the river where the willows hang down<\/span>
And the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound<\/span>
Down in the hollow where the waters run cold<\/span>
It was there I first listened to the lies that you told<\/span><\/p>\n

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face<\/span>
The past I remember time cannot erase<\/span>
The letter you wrote me it was written in shame<\/span>
And I know that your conscience still echos my name<\/span><\/p>\n

Now the nights are so long, Lord sorrow runs deep<\/span>
And nothing is worse than a night without sleep<\/span>
I\u2019ll walk out alone and look at the sky<\/span>
Too empty to sing, too lonesome to cry<\/span><\/p>\n

If the ladies was blackbirds and the ladies was thrushes<\/span>
I\u2019d lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes<\/span>
If the ladies was squirrel\u2019s with high bushy tails<\/span>
I\u2019d fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails<\/span><\/p>\n

Patsy Cline, She's Got You<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Marianne Faithfull,  Ruby Tuesday<\/a>.  Moodier than the Stones' original.  She does a great version of Dylan's Visions of Johanna<\/a>. But nothing touches the original<\/a>. It moves me as much as it did back in '66.  YouTuber comment: "An early morning cup of coffee, smoking a fattie, listening to this insane genius . . . does it get any better? And if so, how?"<\/span><\/p>\n

Tom Waits, The Ghosts of Saturday Night.<\/a>  One of the best by this latter-day quasi-Kerouac.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Marlene Dietrich, Die Fesche Lola<\/a>. 'Fesche' means something like smart, snazzy.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ich bin die fesche Lola, der Liebling der Saison!<\/span>
Ich hab' ein Pianola zu Haus' in mein' Salon<\/span>
Ich bin die fesche Lola, mich liebt ein jeder Mann<\/span>
doch an mein Pianola, da la\u00df ich keinen ran!<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Kinks, Lola<\/a>. From the days when 'tranny' meant transmission.  <\/span><\/p>\n

Marlene Dietrich, Muss I Denn<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Elvis Presley, Wooden Heart <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Lotte Lenya, September Song<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Lotte Lenya, Moon of Alabama<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Doors, Alabama Song<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Bette Midler, Mambo Italiano<\/a>.  Video of Sophia Loren.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I have only recently come to appreciate what a great song this Jackson Browne number from 1976 is. After the 'sixties faded, I gave myself an education in classical and jazz and lost touch with the rock scene. The video presents the thoughtful lyrics.   The Gary U. S. Bonds cover from 1981 is also unbelievably good. The Weight. Robertson … Continue reading “Saturday Night at the Oldies: Varia”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-743","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/743","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=743"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/743\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}