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Originally posted by Vick@May 6 2005, 03:57 PM
Yeah just let me know when you can dance (or fuck) to any song on Sargent Peppers
Try getting an erection with Lucy in the Sky playing in the background, well at least if you're hetero. The only thing that song is good for is illicit drug usage
and therein lies the demise of Rock-n-Roll in the 60's - See Don McClean's "American Pie" for a more detailed version
Only to be resurrected by the Ramones and then a bunch of fun loving hair bands (who no one including themselves took seriously)
Edited to add- yes I realize the Beatles were extremely talented and made huge contributions to the world of music - just none I could enjoy
With the notable exception of being the first band I ever heard use distortion ono purpose (Back in the U.S.S.R.)
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Rock and roll is folk music.
Folks play it.
Some folks like it. Others don't. Some like dis and don't like dat.
The reason I seldom read "literature" about rock is because the authors take the subject (and, usually, themselves) way too damned seriously.
I really wan't that impressed with much of anything the Beatles did after Rubber Soul. About the same time of Sgt. Pepper I discovered the Mothers, the Doors, the Dead, Airplane, Zepplin, Fleetwood Mac before they let the girls in, and the blues. Have always been as much a folk fan as a rock fan, so the so-called country rock was a natural for me, and got interested in bluegrass on account of the Dirt Band.
In order to piss off my father all I had to do is grow hair. In a lame (and failed) attempt to piss me off, my oldest daughter and her boyfriend cut off half her hair and dyed the rest of it purple. Tried to freak me out with punk rock, I hit her with Velvet Underground. Tried to get to me with rap, I hit her with The Last Poets.
Like the man said,
Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk
It's the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound
Funny, but it's still rock and roll to me.
Oh ... and by the way. At the time of Sgt. Peppers I could fuck to it. I could also fuck to Elvis (before the Army, at least), Frank and Deano, Motown, a dripping faucet, the sound of windshield wipers (vacuum powered, of course), the first Sesame Street album (only once, while she was babysitting her sister), or the sounds of silence - either literal, or the song.