18 December 2007
Under the influences
I'm not a music critic, nor do I play one on TV, and it's been months since I stayed in a Holiday Inn Express, but I can't argue with Michele's point here:
Don't give me some standard pretentious claptrap as to why the Rolling Stones' Exile on Main Street ranks right up there with the discovery of penicillin. Be honest. You love the album because it's what was playing on the stereo when you finally got that goofy looking chick from the record store to make out with you. I can get behind that. That's important. Setting industry standards and enlightening legions of 12 year olds with guitars takes a back seat to flashbacks of banging Mary Anne Brady every time you hear "Tumbling Dice."
Truth be told, I've always been leery of chicks from record stores, even before I saw this. And were I to pick favorite records based purely on teenage quasi-sexual activity, well, my list would be as empty now as my dance card was then.
On the other hand, I don't think you should have to make up some pretentious nonsense about how some song exemplifies contemporary use of the Dorian mode (as does, for example, the Association's "Along Comes Mary"), or how some song, owing to its stirringly-vague lyrics, can evoke two different meanings simultaneously (as does, for example, the Association's "Along Comes Mary"). Some music reaches your head; some music reaches your heart; some music reaches, um, somewhere else entirely.
Besides, Linda Ronstadt pretty much ruined "Tumbling Dice" for me.Posted at 12:53 PM to Tongue and Groove