...three artists tore the house down at the Monterey Pop Festival... The Who, Jimi Hendrix...and OTIS!...
personally, i think that if otis had lived, he and James (Brown) would have had to have co-owned the title "Godfather of Soul"......btw...did you know Otis actually had a fairly bad stutter in normal conversation?... Eloise Floyd told me about that (Eddie Floyd's ex) one night when I had dinner at her house as I looked through her scrap books of the stax/volt europe tours.... just another piece of totally trivial knowledge from the mental archives...LOL!
Blood on the tracks is surely the most lyrically rich album ever released? Agree? Disagree? anyway my favourite lyrics off the whole reocord:
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere
He told himself he didn't care
Pushed the window open wide
Felt that emptiness inside
To which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
Also Pink Floyd every lyric from 'Time'. That really strikes a chord. particularly:
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Followed by Gilmour's blistering solo, which sounds like 'wasted time' to me for some reason.
And finally Nirvana, or namely Kurt Cobain:
'I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
And I have a light
... I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy
Maybe I'm just happy'
Wow. Its like its me singing when he says that, those are the lyrics that mean something.
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry --Hank Williams Sr.
Fingers walk the darkness down
Mind is on the midnight
Gather up the gold you've found
You fool, it's only moonlight.
If you try to take it home
Your hands will turn to butter
You better leave this dream alone
Try to find another. --Townes Van Zandt
As human gods aim for their mark,
Make everything from toy guns that spark,
To flesh-coloured Christs that glow in the dark,
Easy to see without looking too far,
That not much is really sacred. -- Bob Dylan
I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
I'll rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
I'll make it my home sweet home --Steely Dan
So I took to runnin' numbers for this man I used to know
And I sell a few narcotics and I sell a little blow
I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by
It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try
If I died in Colbert County, Would it make the evening news?
They too busy blowin' rockets, Puttin' people on the moon
Mary Alice quit askin' why I do the things I do
I ain't sayin' that she likes it, but what else I'm gonna do?
If I could solve the world's problems I'd probably start with hers and mine
But they can put a man on the moon
And I'm stuck in Muscle Shoals just barely scraping by --Drive By Truckers