2017 was a blizzard of natural and man-made disasters. Not the least of which being the white collar looting and out-and-out lies of our newly (unpopular) elected president of the United States. We will be digging out from his self serving crimes, hate and bad decisions for generations to come. For that reason, I’m closing out the year with this, today’s Runner. If you listen all the way to the end, Nick Lowe will pose the musical question, What’s so Funny about Peace, Love and Understanding? Happy New Year all…let’s hope it’s not our last.
If Sgt. Pepper kicked off the Summer of Love, the Beatles Magical Mystery Tour, released in November of the same year marked its end. It was 50 years ago today, the Beatles taught a generation to play. They’ve been going in and out of style, but they’re guaranteed to raise a smile. So may I introduce to you, the act we’ve known for all these years…
I’m just a symptom of the moral decay
That’s gnawing at the heart of the country
The The’s 1983 debut fuses soul searching introspective lyrics with industrialized synth soundscapes to create a masterpiece in self-induced psychosocial warfare and urban decay. Well crafted, beautifully written, Soul Mining is a critical, possibly risky, 47 minute speculation in the exercise of the mind, body and soul. Let’s dance!
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying across a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place
If you ever saw the Mats back in the 1980s you would know that it was hit or miss as to whether you would see a good show, or a adolescent drunken shebang. Either way it was always exciting. The Replacements for sale: live at Maxwell’s 1986 catches the band on a particularly good night. Paul Westerberg’s vocals and lyrics are somewhat coherent and comfortably, at home live on the small stage in this bar room setting. Bob Stinson’s guitar is electric, uncharacteristically sober. The Mats run through all their “not-so-greatest” hits up to that point. From Hayday to Fuck School, this hootenanny is a Dose of Thunder. Color Me Impressed. Enjoy!
It’s the end of the line for another Wilbury. The youngest member of the supergroup passed away last night at 8:40pm PT after suffering a cardiac arrest at his home in Malibu. A sad sad day for Rock’n Roll, and our county in general. Handle this one with care.