Recently I’ve had a rebirth in my interest in old songs.
Yes, I love fast, precise drumming, yes I like great guitar solos and yes I like good lyrics, however I also love a good singer. I heard Blue Spanish Eyes the other day on the radio and now it’s going through my head like a dose of Ebola. Check him out, from 1967:
The lyrics are awful, I mean REALLY AWFUL, but his voice makes the song. If you think about it, 90% of all song lyrics are bloody awful. 95% of all songs nowadays deal in romance and love. Why? I’m not really into protest songs but it seems to me that protest songs are the only genre that actually carry a meaning that one can take to heart. Love, romance, desire are all good things, (I mean, come on, we all love a bit of lovin’) but it’s such a transient feeling that I fail to see how any love song can have the sticking power of lyrics that deal with a tragedy, an injustice or a historical experience… and yet they do.
For your information, this is a selection of the music I listen to. Some of it heavy, some of it mellow, click on the links and be surprised:
And of course, The King:
The last one was all I could find on YouTube, sorry. It’s a great song though.
So now you know peeps.