Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone

Hip to be Square

“Big Yellow Taxi”, Joni Mitchell (1970)

I remember listening to “Both Sides Now” coming from the funky little yellow radio my Dad had in the kitchen that he snapped on every morning – which seemed like he had been doing every morning since the dawn of time. I heard a lot of songs on that radio. I had my toast with peanut butter at the arborite table, wondering if I would be on the Green team or the Red team for ‘Sports’ day. Listening to Joni, I made special note to look at the clouds when I sat on the schoolyard waiting my turn for long jump or high jump or whatever else they made us do.  It seemed to me I had never really looked at clouds at all.

Hey, hey, my, my, rock and roll can never die...

Pick of the Week

"Hey, Hey, My, My”, Neil Young (1979)

The Godfather of grunge?  The Grandfather of grunge?

This seems like an insult to the immensity that is Neil Young.

Johnny Rotten (John Lydon) is older than I am. I have never had any thoughts of raising a kind of moral anarchy, anti-monarchy or outraging the public for the sake of doing it. I don’t think a lot of people have. They get annoyed from time to time but not like Johnny, and the rest of the punks. It is the vicarious experience from punk that most of us like or can relate to in some way.  Some not so much.