ME, ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH, ON A SATURDAY NIGHT BACK IN AUGUST (i probably should mention it was a NATURAL high, ok?)
(Starting with Steve Martin’s hilarious takedown of one of our greatest musical artists–Steve at his funniest:)
Here’s a few songs I like a lot from my main man the almost mystic Paul “Rhymin’” Simon, who I haven’t listened to in a while and who, as longtimers of the Jitterbug cult know to be one of yer Jitterbugger’s faves. He’s one of our best musical storytellers. Like Dylan and a few other enduring oldtimers, he’s got such a huge and long body of work that even with a lot of really bad music he’s put out there at times, the vast majority of it is pretty incredibly good and stands the test of time. (I always had to change the radio as fast as I could anytime “Me and Julio” came on, and he and him with Garfunkle put out far worse than that on wax sometimes. That one as just too poppy-pop and just didn’t suit my taste and he can be forgiven for some of those.)
Anyway, sometimes he’s, uh, wickedly good, as in the story of the lost boy Lincoln Duncan.
Everybody does love the sound of a train in the distance, moreso if you had a rural upbringing and went to sleep with the sound of trains in the distance coming through the breeze through the open windows at night.
Of course, this dittie ain’t exactly about rural life and trains.
To my taste, he was at his best in his “world music” phase . . .
I’m with ya on that one. “Graceland” is a solid piece of work,
But you’re a man of impeccable taste, Louie Louie. Just need a haircut, old hippie dawg.
Why in the world would I do that? When one gets “old” (like same age as you, pal) one gets set in one’s ways. Once a hippie always a hippie but I do bath, change my underwear, and other basic hygiene stuff.
Ha, you’re a hoot, Louie Louie.