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Pickled Ginger

November 30, 2015 / / 10 Comments

This interstitial is brought to us by Buck Mulligan, who is truly winning the Comment Section Game. (I’ll just be honest: none of you are even trying, if compared to him.) I mentioned the Copps show being marred by the dreaded Dear Mr. Fantasy>Hey Jude, when he came through with the fatty recommendation: Wilson Pickett, Duane Allman, and a bunch of Muscle Shoals killers doing the Beatles tune.

I don’t know if Wilson Pickett screamed better than James Brown, but you could make a solid argument; there’s not too many singers you can say that about. McCartney stole the chords from Bach, but the Wicked Mr. Pickett and Duane Allman turn this one into an American lullaby.

The horns play a line after the verses–it’s very famous, you know the riff–and I don’t know enough about music to know what exactly they did, but they did something and now instead of Carnaby Street, it is Bourbon Street and this is very wonderful music.

Listen to this one on your headphones, and very loud, and five or six times.

Promised Land

July 29, 2013 / / 0 Comments

I would rather listen to secretly-recorded audio of my father chastising me when I was a child than Dear Mr. Fantasy>Hey Jude. I’d prefer the triple-laryngitis show of ’79 when not only were Garcia, Bobby, and Phil unable to even whisper, but Mrs. Donna Jean was giving birth, leaving the group silent and confused, struggling to follow the changes as Mickey–in full makeup, full evening gown and full of pills–recreated the entirety of Judy Garland’s famed Carnegie Hall performance from 1961.

I liked Fantasy, somewhat at best, when Steve Winwood sang it. Hey Jude, on the other hand, is a musical War Crime. Every time another national tragedy occurs, I die on the inside: not because of the loss of humanity, but because there will be an All-Star Rockin’ Jam! (sponsored by Pepsi, whose thoughts and prayers go out to the victims, and all victims of thirst everywhere.) The song will be Hey Jude and Sir Wiggington will do that “JUDY-JOO-JAJOOJOOJOO” thing that, honestly, I would relinquish the nuclear codes to get to stop, and the black-up singers will be getting astoundingly melismatic with the Na-na-na’s and the living will envy the dead.

WAH YOU GOTTA BE SO DURN NEGATIVE ‘BOUT STUFF, BOY?

Elvis? You’re back?

I DUN NEVER LEFT!

to be continued…

 

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