Marshall Crenshaw kind of fell off my radar during the past decade or two, then I ran across some cheap and decent copies of his first two lps in a store last week. I’d forgotten how strong those albums are. I’ve always liked how this song bridges the double verses with a false start of the chorus. A clever tactic. I’m sure other songs have done it, but for some reason I’m drawing a blank trying to think of one.
Are The Beatles “Classical?”
An interesting perspective from an excellent classical music critic.
R.I.P.
Martin crossed the final goal line. Age 80.
More Cowbell!
I wanted to submit this for today’s Music League round (songs about drinking), but it’s not on Spotify. This one may surprise you. Atypical for PH, as it was written by their guitarist instead of one of their two keyboardists. He began asserting himself more in the later albums of his tenure with the band, sometimes for better, sometimes not. The one thing he should never have done is sing.
Rick Strikes Again
What can I say?
Eat Your Spinach
Another masterpiece of indirection.
Zap!
Behold the greatest classical lp cover of all time.
Shit
Maurizio Pollini, age 82. Probably the most technically perfect of the major pianists who began their careers in the 60’s. He studied under the obsessively perfect nutcase, Aurturo Benedetti Michelangeli. Some considered him (and his teacher’s) playing too cerebral and cold, as if they were showing contempt for the music they were playing by playing it so perfectly. I disagree.
CB Savage
This was my initial choice for today’s Music League topic, but I decided to poison this blog instead. Sorry.