I hate the songs of Jimmy Webb. He won a jillion Grammy’s, and he’s regularly named as a great songwriter by people who really should know better (Bruce Springteen and some others). At his best, his songs are merely annoying, melodically vapid, and oozing with gooey sentimentality (his songs for Glen Campbell: Galveston, Wichita Lineman, By the Time I Get To Phoenix). At his worst, they are also pretentious (McArthur Park) and stupid beyond all description (Up, Up and Away, McArthur Park again). I once played Richard Harris’s original hit version of McArthur Park to my older son, who was certain I was playing him a comedy record. If you’re so inclined, above you can watch him perform what could be the worst song ever written with such bone-headed earnestness that you may find yourself wanting Anton Chigurh to walk up and do his captive bolt stunner thing on him. I didn’t even make it to the infamous “cake out in the rain” part (surely the dumbest metaphor ever devised). In a way it’s funny, but mostly not. My question to you bastards: am I incorrect? If any of you are Jimmy Webb fans, can you clue me in as to what’s good about him? Did he write some hidden gems I’ve never heard? Because based on his biggest hits, I don’t get his reputation as one of the greats at all.
The Nazis must have spent a fortune on lingerie.
I have no idea what this is, but you cosmopolitan musical snobs and German Fat Elvis can enlighten us.
PG&E, Kinks, Chuck Berry, Mick Taylor-era Stones, surprisingly not terrible Grateful Dead, and Doors without Morrison.
A German or perhaps Scandinavian reviews my favorite Tennessee Whiskey. I’m posting this because things get funny at around 4:25, when he starts sounding like a 70’s porn actor getting “serviced.”
…this song has potential relevance.
Toga! Toga! Toga!
Flippin’ the script on you bastards.
MIND BLOWN by this odd vinyl/tape hybrid. Just think, if we’d lost WWII we might be experiencing a TEFI revival right now.
Coming August 16!