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K.O. Boomer writes:
Seems just about everbody loves this goddamn hippie shit album. Lissen as they crawl over each other to suck ass:
"A rich musical banquet for the most serious and personal listeners ... the finest American rock music album, not only of its era but of all time ... not a single dud ... easily one of the best albums of all time ... a quintessential fusion of folk and rock and a masterclass in harmony ..."
Why, it's enough to make you blow your biscuits! I'm here to tell you what a heap o' horse puckey it is. When I first heerd it, I smelled me a dead rat an' a skunk in th' same bag. All my dumb hippie friends were goin' la-la-la singin' along to Our House an' Teach Your Children, two of th' yuckiest, sappiest tunes this side of John Denver at a pajama party. An' th' big hit, which they didn't even write, about a rock festival by some dame who weren't even there. That should tell ya something, fercrissakes. Neil Young bestows us his slash-yer-wrists Helpless and warms up a Springfield leftover like the whiny bitch he is. David Crosby chips in with the worst songs on the album, the unlistenable Almost Washed My Socks, and the title track, which nobody, including him, can remember the tune to. At least Triad didn't make the cut. Only Ol' Silvernose Stills comes out of this wretched mess not smelling like a prison blanket, and he did better just about anywhere else.
Nope, when folks start droning on about what a stone classic this is, instead of the ragbag of shitstain solo tracks from a bunch of coke-addled divas who couldn't bear to be in the same room together, I reach for Ol' Betsy, my trusty pump action, and show 'em where th' door is!
This post funded in part by Goosey Gander's Goosebump Garage, Gobbler's Gulch, GA.
You dig this album, right? And you think the Eagles are crap? How do you justify such errant thinking? What do you have to say for yourself before K.O. Boomer waves Betsy in your general direction?
ReplyDeleteStrange, I've seen that face before. And it's happening all over again. And NO I don't dig this album, nor Eagles, nor Poco, nor CSN&Y, nor any of the Crateful Dead. If there is no one playing the accordion, it just isn't done right. Now, let Betsy taste your own butt
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Erm...Stephen Stills' guitar work....sometimes Young's, but, tbh, much better on his own and later...("Time Fades Away")...did I mention Still's guitar work. And his LSU connection. All I got
ReplyDeleteThe first album is groovy. Good songs, great sound. Does everything Déja Vu tried to do without making a big drama out of it. As much as I love Neil, he thought he was too good for this band. Maybe he was, but he could have made it a little less, or a little more, obvious. Not a team player.
Deletethis was the probably ultimate hippie album to be more exact it was the ultimate female hippie album.if i was invite to a girl's digs and she began playing this i knew i could drop my duffel bag and stay awhile.everyone used this album for sex drugs and...except for the guys like boomer and his type and that's why strip clubs were invented
ReplyDeleteSo much to unpack here ...
DeleteComments will be moderated for a few days. I don't come here to read racist Trumper shit (which I hope you don't see as I delete it as soon as I can), or get into cleverness disputes. To all the commenters who "get it", your input is all I'm here for, because you make it fun. Keep 'em coming!
ReplyDeletethank you for the clean up
ReplyDeleteThe mentality of someone who comes here - of all places on the net - to leave random racist trumplovin' comments is not to be understood through reason. "These people" don't use reason, don't know what it is. That's the truly scary thing about the U.S. right now - you can't reason with them, persuade them with information or logical argument. They are unreachable; a key attribute is missing from their thinking and you can't just upgrade their brains with a plug-in. And they are in power, and using that power to destroy everything to "own the libtards", which seems to be the only agenda they have. In the very small context of a comments section to a "music blog" I can either give them the freedom to post their shit, try to reason with them, or delete it, or not let it be published. As I never started this with the aim of giving an opportunity to anyone to express their views on anything, the last option is the one I'm taking. It makes no sense that someone should spend their time and limited brain wattage making such comments here, but "these people" make no sense. What do you do with a mosquito?
Deletey e a h...in the classroom I try to make a space for them, but it is hard...made somewhat easier by the (putative) academic context and their colleagues who they have to love with, which on a SLAC is not an insignificant thing. What is impressive, for wont of a better term, is the hypocrisy, the inconsistency, and that they very folx who loved to yell about "liberal snowflakes" cannot handle any disagreement or challenge, lol. Because I am also far too easily amused, I enjoy that it fucks them up that I am not much one for liberals either, having grown up in a house where that was often my parents most serious insult for each other, denigrating the other's good DSOC credentials...
Deleteuhm, "oh, what a world"...Kacy Musgraves, I believe.
I spend less than an hour every day interacting with the internet. A small amount of that time is life admin that is now being pushed onto me by big institutions in order to save themselves money, the rest of that time is spent mainly visiting music blog sites. For some reason these music sites occasionally have attracted people who want to express what I consider to be non music related crazy opinions. If I want non music related crazy opinions I could join Faecebook or Twatter, both ubiquitous communication tools, that once were useful (probably). Are these people trying to ‘infect’ the world of music blogs too?
DeleteThe above is a heavily edited version of a rant that in its longer form probably would have offended the Trumties, but also others who have a genuine medical condition.
It can be tricky, getting the balance. Sometimes the "real world" intrudes, and it's better to mention it briefly and move on. I was wondering why someone would come here specifically to spew racistrumper comments, but of course he wasn't coming here only to do that. He was making comments more or less related to the piece under his own fake name here (not an ID that could be traced) as well as the toxic spew. Thought he was being clever, working undercover to own the libtards. But character will out - antagonism, superiority, cowardice; all signatures of the racistrumper. Not carrying any scorpions on my back, pally!
Delete"...warms up a Springfield leftover like the whiny bitch he is."
ReplyDeleteWhen I read something that incisive, I know that I can just quietly back away and let nature take it's course. The album under discussion has a very polished sound for the time it was recorded and released, and that L.A. sheen doesn't detract too much from the rock. Even if garage rock or the blues have proved at least as durable as sonic identities for records, this appeals to something in my inner ear. But no, this is no one's finest hour, as far as I'm concerned.
Except maybe Jerry Garcia and his pedal steel. Kudos to Graham Nash for writing something ol' Jer could take a pass at.
He did one take, and was really looking to nail it on take two. But Graham and whoever else was in the control room told him they already had what they needed. With maybe a note or two punched in, the track that made the final mixdown was Garcia's first and final run through of the whole tune.
D in California
"Almost Washed My Socks" -- *chortle*! I agree "Our House" and "Teach Your Children" suck baboon butt. I do have a soft spot for "Suite Judy Browntown, I mean Blue Eyes" though
ReplyDeleteThat's on the first album, though but, which is a nice piece of work.
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