Creek Running North

It should be noted that Mick Jones was a HUGE Mott the Hoople fan, and once ran their fan club.  So that might explain that.

Aw, go ponder a ripple in still water or start a drum circle, longhair.

You “don’t like” ALL THE YOUNG DUDES?

Please remove me from yuor list.

You “don’t like” ALL THE YOUNG DUDES?

Hey, no need to go fossil hunting after all. Looks like a fossil just jumped right into my lap.

Norbizness,

Embarassing fact:  I once dated a guy who went by the nickname Ripple N. Stillwater.  Consequently, I dumped him for being a hippie.

I’m very sorry.  I’ll never do it again.

I once dated a woman named Carson Donotstopontracks.

De-lurking to say I once dated a guy who called himself Riboflavin, Ribo for short.  We were punk back then, and I still think The Clash is one of the greatest bands ever, but even I own a little Grateful Dead.

Surely you didn’t just bust on Fogerty, Chris.  If so, I’m of good mind to smack you with a link of andouille sausage.  I would, however, like to know why, on this past summer’s tour, everbuddy jumped up when Fogerty played that crappy drum-machine laden song about baseball, yet waddled to the beer line in disinterest when he busted out the best anti-war, anti-classism song ever written . . .

Heh, Lauren. I hope you mean you’ll never date a hippie again.  Really, when they get laid, it just encourages them.

I’m reminded of a song:

“Out of the black and into the bed

These tickets cost me 37 dollars a head.

Is it worth it just to see the Grateful Dead?

When you’re out of the black and into the red?”

Should have been “out of the black and into the red”. I’m SO embarrassed!

Hippie: I know what you mean, man. When the Grateful Dead had to break up, it was like my best friend died.

Bob: What the hell are you talking about?

David: I think I know, Bob. I mean, I know _my_ best friend used to charge me $35 to dick around on guitar. C’mon, let’s kick his hippie ass!

Screw Mott the Hoople, of course, but:

You young kids are so full of yourselves dissing the Grateful Dead, just like we were (back in the day) about Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin and their lounge martinis.

Imagine our dismay.

Enjoy it while you can, ‘cause your kids will be interviewing us for our precious and irreplaceable pre-senile recollections about the Dead while they point and laugh at your indie pretensions.

Rifkinbag answered the question I would have posed; namely, what could possibly connect The Clash with Mott the Hoople? 

I was the kid in late-70s high school going around with a faded American Beauty t-shirt I bought at the local head shop.  If it were possible to wear out digital memory like the old vinyl I would already be on my second ITunes purchase of Box of Rain.

I practically live inside iTunes but haven’t seen the recommendation engine.  Where should I be looking for it?

Front page of the music store is where I found it.

Hey, no need to go fossil hunting after all. Looks like a fossil just jumped right into my lap.

Fossil hunting?  Um, wouldn’t that apply to the Clash, whose last album was released something like 20 years ago?

I liked “All the Young Dudes”.

I also have always liked Frank Sinatra.  When I was down visiting my father recently in Phoneix, he had the radio on in his house and car always and tuned to a station that played Frank Sinatra and other music of its type I can’t place as I’m not very familiar with the genre outside of a few artists.  A very other-worldly feeling touring Phoenix and its windswept aura of new new everywhere swathed in sun and pink and palm trees and cactus overlaid with this lush sparkly neon and chlorine-blue saturated music. I loved it.

Have never been able to listen to recordings of The Clash as to my ears they never constellated the energy in the studio that they had live.

Who’s dissing the Dead?  They’re one of the top 50 bands of all time.  I just take them with a much larger grain of salt than I did when I was a tripped out kid 8-).  (I’ve got some Dead right here, currently in high rotation, along with Dresden Dolls and some Throwing Muses 8-)

In fact, Elissa and I probably spent about a cumulative year playing Grateful Dead (and similar) songs in the late 1970s-early 1980s.

Fossil hunting? Um, wouldn’t that apply to the Clash, whose last album was released something like 20 years ago?

Yeah? Well, um… shut up!

Have never been able to listen to recordings of The Clash as to my ears they never constellated the energy in the studio that they had live.

I am so Pwned.

1) The day the Clash are fossils will be the day that ‘punk’ is no longer one of the highest terms of musical approbation ("that’s actually very punk...")

2) That day has not come yet.

3) Mott the Hoople were, in fact, very punk.

4) No, really.

5) They just were, all right? Kids today…

Oh, and by “playing Grateful Dead songs” I meant “on our guitars.”

Fossil hunting can be very lucrative, as well as highly satisfying — when those fossils are of the timeless variety

(if that’s not inherently contradictory):

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/11/08/DDGDCFJDAJ1.DTL

Yes, I’m a Head — and proud of it — now who’s got my copy?