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Not A Song For Today

A few days ago, I was listening to the radio, Sirius XM, and heard a quick blurb that their Classic Rewind station would be playing three-fers all Labor Day weekend. It’s something classic rock radio used to do a lot.  Two-for-Tuesdays and weekend versions of the same. I kind of miss it.

I thought when I heard the blurb that it would be cool to listen this weekend and relive the old days. Just so long as I didn’t have to listen to a three-fer from that band. The one I consider to be the most over-rated rock band in the history of over-rated rock bands.

So …

This afternoon I got in my car after work and fiddled with the radio, flipping through stations until I landed on Classic Rewind and was reminded of the three-fer weekend. And how was I reminded of it. They announced the next three-fer. From that band. Yes, the very first three-fer for the weekend that I heard was from … the Rolling Stones.

Just kill me now.

I switched to another station for a few minutes. Then I went back. I wanted to see just how bad it would be. I didn’t hear the first song, but the second and third songs are exactly why I can’t stand the Stones — Little T & A and Mixed Emotions. Both songs like fingernails on a chalkboard.

I stuck around to see who the next artist would be. Ugh. The Police.

Maybe I won’t be listening to Classic Rewind this weekend.

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Why I Can’t Stand the Rolling Stones

I think I’ve mentioned this in passing in previous posts, but I was reminded of the specific reason today.  I grew up in the 70’s, really starting to get into music when I was in middle and high school.  I remember liking the Eagles (I’m pretty sure Hotel California was one of, if not the first, album I ever purchased), Queen, Boston, Styx, Rush.  You get the idea.

I was the youngest of four, so it’s possible that one of my siblings may have gotten into the Rolling Stones at some point, but I have no recollection of any of them doing the Stones thing.  I remember my brother being into Deep Purple and Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin and KISS.  The walls of his room were plastered with KISS posters.  My sisters?  I remember Three Dog Night and Andy Gibb and who knows who else.  But no Stones.  I wasn’t exposed to any of their early music until later on.  And by that time, any impression I might develop of them was spoiled by this …

This song came on a Satellite Radio station today and it all came back to me.  Emotional Rescue was released in 1980, when I was sixteen.  It is what I think about when I think of the Rolling Stones.  Yes, they have some classic songs from earlier in their career — Sympathy for the Devil, Paint it Black, You Can’t Always Get What You Want (a song I absolutely love) — but for me, this song will always mean the Stones to me and the Stones will always mean this song.

Here’s what it really sounds like to me …

Without fail, when I’m flipping through the stations on Satellite Radio, as soon as I see or hear that a song is the Stones, I skip to the next station.  It’s not worth the risk.  They are the most over-rated rock band in the history of music.

A Sunday Walk/Random Music Thoughts

There’s this thing I do most Sunday mornings that drives me crazy.  It’s called … absolutely nothing.  There was a time when my Sunday mornings were built around a run, particularly when I was working towards a half marathon.  Sundays were for those long runs.  I had intricately mapped out runs through the neighborhood that could be expanded or shrunk depending on the needed length — up to ten or eleven miles.

Then  my groin intervened and Sundays became a whole lot of nothing.  Yes, I start to get laundry done.  But, ultimately … here’s what Sunday mornings have been like for far too long.  Get up, read the newspaper, surf the internet … for far too long, while telling myself to shut it down and just write for an hour or two.  Write.  Not blog.  Write.   (Yes, Beaver, there is a difference.)

At some point, I shower and get dressed and make the drive to the neighborhood grocery store to get what I need for the day’s dinner.  Drive back.  And wonder why I don’t walk instead.  It’s just short of two miles from my kingdom to the grocery store.  Typically, I’m not buying a week’s worth of groceries.  Why not walk?  Why walk?

The last few weeks have seen a renewed level of energy.  I’ve started walking every afternoon during the week, even when the ol’ groin was tight — for all of the wrong reasons.  With it staying lighter later, I’m committed to starting short evening bike rides during the week and longer rides on weekends.  But, is that enough?  No.

I walked to the grocery store today to get what I needed for pizza tonight.  Here’s the proof:

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I live in this odd place.  Tract home after tract home.  All, so blah.  But scattered randomly are these little patches of green.  Yeah, this is the community’s commitment to green, to the environment, to “sustainable growth.”  No, not really, but every once in a while I’ll take it.  This beautiful tree in the middle of suburban sprawl.

I learned a lesson on my walk … next time take a backpack for my groceries.  Lugging two plastic bags full of meats and cheeses, bananas and other odds and ends can make the ol’ shoulders tired.

[Edited to Add:  I forgot the most important part of this little experiment.  It was about finding a way to avoid using gas.  It was about finding a way to put a little more effort into what I needed.  It was about resisting the urge to do what so many of us do — there’s the car, let’s drive to a place we can walk to.  Because, well, if I plan on living minimally at some point in the future, better get started now.]

While I walked I had my IPhone and was listening to my Spotify starred list.  About halfway back, this song came on and I hit rewind as it finished so I could hear it over and over until I got home.  Yes, I’ve posted a few videos of this guy already, but I have one more today.  The Tallest Man on Earth is one of those artists who never disappoints.  With Spotify, I have access to his whole catalog.  Every song is as good as the last.  There isn’t a one that disappoints.  And, this song, just sounds … so … damn … incredible.

Which leads to my other Spotify lesson for the day.  Like Pandora, you can do “radio stations” on Spotify, built around particular artists … type in Queen and you get a radio station that plays songs by artists similar to Queen.  Plus, when you pay $10 a month, you are able to create playlists.  “Star” a song and it goes on your playlist.  What I learned today was that I could listen to a “radio station” built around my starred playlist, meaning all of the artists I like, not just one.  Wow.  Whoda thunk it possible?

Wait a sec, what’s that?  A Rolling Stone song coming through on Spotify?  Gotta get rid of that.  What?  Another one?  AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The most over-rated band in the history of music is on my Spotify.  Get gone!!

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