Bob, here, was probably never called an asshole, either.
At least not to his face.
Well. Not in New York. Funny fuckin' guy.
▼ JOHN CALE: PABLO PICASSO from "Guts" LP (Island) 1977 (UK)*
* Thanks to Nathan Nothin'. Featuring guitar from Chris Spedding and Ray Manzanera.
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Now *this* is a good cover tune. I quite like Cale's records from "Vintage Violence" up to maybe "Sabotage". The latter being one I heard many times growing up, as it resided in my dad's record collection. I never heard another Cale record until I found "Slow Dazzle" somewhere around 1994. Didn't much care for it then, but "Fear" hooked me pretty good a few years later. The double cd of all Cale's stuff on Island is indespensible.
Something about the anti-spam word "smicrud" is unsettlingly smegma-esque.
"simicrud". :)
I hadn't heard this version until Ø kindly brought it to my attention. And I'm not nearly as clued up on Cale's solo output as I ought to be.
It is nicely jaundiced. If "nicely" is appropriate.
Your dad has good taste. I couldn't walk between my bedroom and the kitchen when I was growing up without hearing Buddy Holly or Roy Orbison.
I guess my dad's biggest musical influence on me was that he had a good assortment of Zappa albums. There were a lot of other neat things I was exposed to from his record collection, but in most cases he only bothered to own one or, at most, two albums by those artists like the Clash, John Cale, Plasmatics, the Ramones, Funkadelic, Sensational Alex Harvey Band, Lou Reed, Budgie and some others. A much bigger part of his record collection was filled with kind of beer drinkin' pot smoker 70s rock. At the age of 50, his musical interests are somewhat restrained to the area of whatever has a lot of rocking guitar that he can listen to really loud and not really pay attention to any other element of. Good for him, I suppose, though I find his limited areas of interest a little frustrating (speaking as someone who probably comes across as more of a wimpy dilletante.)
An interesting cross section, and nothing wrong with 70s stoner, alcohol fueled rock. 50 is still pretty young. If you move back in time a few generations, 50 was something approaching premature senility; as an old(er) fart myself, I am glad the generational divide is a lot more blurred these days. I am not ready for a bath-chair yet.
It's funny though. I remember the lyrics - and every note - word for word from stuff I listened to as an adolescent, but if I listen to something for the first time now it filters into my brain in a much more painterly wash.
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