Except that I DON’T feel good. I feel like crap on a cracker.
I was going to post a live performance of Macgillicuddy’s Reeks (Zevon/Muldoon), but then I realised that I really felt more like just letting loose.
It’s summer. It’s Friday.
There is not any song that is more an embodiment of hot summer, sex, rock and roll, hope for the future and straining eagerness. This song IS Rock and Roll, my friends.
Whew! You cannot know how afraid I was, upon reading your description, that that was going to be “Night Moves” and I was going to have to shudder.
But no!
Actual good fun!
Night Moves? Hope for the future? What with that whole last verse about the thunder and the moroseness and whatnot?
Ok. I guess you have a point, seeing as how the end of Paradise has our hero and heroine praying for an early death.
Boy can I pick ‘em.
Well, isn’t the Night Moves dude hoping to get laid again? I always have hope for the Paradise couple because they’re feisty. Ha. Maybe that’s why so many of my relationships have been so screwed up.
I thought he was waiting for death (the thunder) and mourning his age (the autumn closing in). Your way, though, is much less English-majory and much more happy.
And yes, the paradise couple is feisty. I always secretly hope they’ll turn into the Escape(Pina Colada Song) couple and end up re-discovering each other’s sexual allure at a later point in life.
OMG. You know, I don’t know where all this feel good Friday stuff originated, but I always took solace in the fact that I never watched any of the videos, lest I find myself sitting there, listening to a Gibb brother attempt to remove the weasel from his drawers….but, because you didn’t feel good, and I like you a little, I indulged you…
I fucking hate Meatloaf with every fiber of my well-shaped body. Hate him, hate his music. Just for that, I’m going over to my place and posting some REAL rock n roll.
Death, death I say, to Meatloaf.
I put up with you, Mack.
I put up with you being a pinko liberal commie.
I put up with you being staunchly pro-Immigration in ways that conflict with my more measured stance on that.
I didn’t even go round with you about the whole organised labour thing a few days ago because, really, why fight when lovin’ is easier?!?
But I will not brook any aspersions cast upon The Loaf or his Oracle Steinman.
This blog has three Musical Patrons.
Zevon
Steinman
Loaf
That’s it. I like other bands, I even love some other bands (rock on, Ian Anderson.)
But Zevon-Steinman-Loaf
The Two Jews and A Texan…
they are IT.
Jim Steinman made Celine Dionne, Bonnie Tyler, and Air Supply interesting.
He is a genius.
Somebody should make a tribute album.
I never paid much attention to Mr. Loaf until someone in the church my parents dragged me to every Sunday started preaching about how such things shouldn’t be played on the radio, blah blah blah. Went out and bought a copy right away. Steinman rules! Granted, he writes the same three songs over and over again, but he writes them well. Over the years I’ve probably listened to “Bad For Good” even more than “Bat Out of Hell.”
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Mr. Loaf just makes me laugh.
I never watched any of the videos, lest I find myself sitting there, listening to a Gibb brother attempt to remove the weasel from his drawers…
This is farkin’ war!
Ginger, honey, don’t force me to band together with Mack. He’s a man — one of those people responsible for war, misery, patriarchy, and all that. Please don’t make me desert you, my sister, my natural ally, by making us choose up sides about those Gibb boys.
Noooooo!!!! Don’t do it, nm…stay strong, my sister. You must abide!
But I can’t abide the BeeGees! You know that. If you and Mack will both just take a step back, so I don’t have to choose sides. Otherwise, it’s on your head.
I’d sit though Saturday Night fever, and sing karaoke to every Bee Gee song ever written if it meant i never had to hear another Meatloaf song again.
Sorry, Kat, I just don’t find a lick of talent there. But he is sweaty.
The video was fun! Mr. Loaf may not be Lennon or McCartney, but he’s at least Gerry and the Pacemakers, who also made me feel good.
I mean, it’s not like you posted Barry Gibb.
(that *thud* was Ginger)
Humph.
/pout
How very, very odd. Three weeks ago I wouldn’t have known a thing about the origin of this band’s name, but now I know that “Macgillicuddy’s Reeks” is actually the name of the mountain range that is located in the southwestern corner of Ireland.
We drove through it last week.
So, there’s that.
Jason