This is the type of tune (Motown, Dylan, heck, let’s wake up Joan Baez) that should be all over the radio today.
Today, lots of Mostly Autumn to make sure I remember all the words for the gig tonight…
So if I told you that Glenn Hughes and Bruce Dickinson once sang You Keep On Moving, backed by Ian Paice, Don Airey and Micky Moody, would you believe me?
No, I wouldn’t either.
I hear a lot of Spirit and more especially Spooky Tooth in this - much of the mid-late-Sixties scene that had a direct impact. (My buddy Kris was to be the lead singer on “Green-Eyed Lady” but he was in a band, so turned it down. Everybody knew everybody.)
Speaking of which, did you know Mike Harrison had just died (today, I think)?
“Mike Harrison had a girlfriend in Hamburg when I was there. We wanted to get him for Deep Purple when we started but he didn’t want to know. He is a great singer.” [Ritchie Blackmore]
No! How very sad.
My favourite singer in the WHOLE WORLD:
Dr. House first gig.
In my little world Metallica disbanded after …and Justice For All. I remember to this very day my stunned disbelief at the Black Album, when one of my favorite bands turned into a million-dollar-version of Danzig except a lot less cool, dark and menacing. Yeah, they still wrote the occasional great song in the years to come, but nothing to set my undies aflame, really. Nah, I was done with that band. Or so I thought until their latest album came out and the riffs were flying left and right, almost like in the golden days of yore. Sure, there’s a bit of filler material, but then there’s also stuff like “Spit Out the Bone”, one of the very finest Metallicats moments ever. Undies: Flame On…!
The drumming’s still pretty shit, though, but that’s Lars Ulrich to you, I guess. Part of the charme…
You said that just as I was listening to Ian Paice - hilarious!
One of the truly greats if not THE greatest. Oh well, at least Lars Ulrich’s sloppy playing is instantly recognizable and I mean this in the most respectful way. Dude’s got a style of his own and that’s quite something in its own right.
My buddy Jim, who plays bass, and I were working a bit on Cream’s “Badge”, so I called my other, buddy Tommy, who’s a drummer, to see if he wanted to sit in. He made excuses. It was until later I found out he was actually afraid of trying to play some Ginger Baker! How silly.