Sept. 8, 2009 AD:
I'm still ONLY built for Cuban linx, and I'm already on my third Blueprint, my how time flies.
(side note, please everybody stop saying Gray-Z. Everyone knows Grandpa Carter is the best "Jay-Z is old" nickname)
Sept. 9, 1978 AD:
"Beast of Burden" is released and, years later, would go on to provide sugary goodness in my ears and make me think that true love is a dude chasing me down the street and pleading with me to have sex with him. Beatles and Led Zep over the Stones ALL DAY, but I'd just be recalcitrant if I didn't admit they have some great ones. The Glimmer Twins was the name of Mick and Keith as a producing duo; such a dumb name, let's be honest. They were great, though, really great. Especially here.
The Rolling Stones - "Beast of Burden"
I die for that opening, the drums coming in, then the bass and keys, even though there are a few too many "pretty girls" in the bridge and I get tired of that falsetto real quick. Mick wants to know if he's hard enough, rough enough, rich enough. Sounds to me like she's not into him, but I don't know - sometimes you can break a girl with sheer persistence, gentlemen.
"Please baby, please baby, please baby, baby baby please."
The beg-and-plead-for-a-woman's-love is an underappreciated category of popular song. Thus spoke HeightFiveSeven.
James' "Please Please Please" and The Beatles' "Oh! Darling" are part of this canon, but there are simply too many to list and it makes me go a little crazy to try. Please see/listen below for pretty great and random selections culled from my parents' record collection.
The Four Seasons - "Beggin'"
Frankie Valli's got that thing where a dude can be in misery but sounds so joyful while he's all wrapped up in it. Bonus extra fat points for handclaps. I'm mostly posting this so you don't think of the Madcon version whenever someone mentions this song. I mean, it's a fine version and all, but original trumps derivative almost every time.
The Temptations - "Ain't Too Proud to Beg"
David Ruffin sang lead on "My Girl," and on this one, yet sounds so different. Smokey Robinson, in all his amazingness, knew his voice was something great and was the first to put him on as lead. Then a little thing called coke happened in the '70s and negative events befell David. Ah well. It's 1966 and the Temps still have normal-sized egos every time I play this on the jukebox at Fatburger.
Annnnd, of course, THE BAND,
my childhood in musical form - warm and loving and sweet.
(Thanks, Mom and Dad! Sorry I cuss so much on my web log.)
Marvin Gaye cover. There's a reason why I included "almost" in my little speech above about originals vs. derivatives.