FRIDAY MORNING MUSIC CLUB: Neil Young fetish strikes a chord
Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter's new record is reviewed at PaperThinWalls.com.
"Neil Young & Crazy Horse fans are to report and salute for Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter’s Like Love Lust & etc. However, the middle-aged ones probably won’t because they no longer pay attention to stuff. Instead, they’ll go see Young and embarrass their wives and kids by screaming for 'Cinnamon Girl' during an intimate acoustic set..."
Everyone in a garage band in Pine Grove, Pennsylvania, played "Down by the River" in the early-Seventies. And if they were really good, they did "Cinnamon Girl," its riff being irresistible if you were a guitar player who liked the loud.
However, while I'm not the guy screaming for "Cinnamon Girl" during the middle of an acoustic set, DD no longer has any use for Neil Young. His hayseed frank-talkin' country-bumpkin singing about the travails of the salt-o-the-earth shtick wore out and made me sick years ago. I somehow missed all the wonderful and wise salt-o-the-earth country bumpkins growing up in Schuylkill County, PA.
The part-time farmer who was the assistant wrestling coach was a child-molester who committed suicide when the jig was up. The local leader of the Boy Scouts liked boys without shirts on too much. The Eagle Scout was a Nazi.
At Keystone Boys State one learned the fine art of marching in review and chanting in cadence from a USMC D.I. who came back to the dorm drunk every night. Catholics were Roundheads. For the Pinewood Derby, everyone cheated by loading their model cars. The locals liked to toss chickens over the fence into the community swimming pool on crowded days in July. When the Cubans came to Indiantown Gap military base, the town painted "Marielitos Go Home" on the side of a building on mainstreet. It stayed up for years and Christmas ornaments were left on poles until June. Guys shot their dogs and each other in their zeal for game at the beginning of hunting season. For years, the guy who ran the biggest gas station kept a wild and very angry red fox in a wire cage. Boy, it sure was great being a paperboy in that green and verdant land.
However, Jesse Sykes knows none of that and her record is a good one. Really! Go here for the rest of the review and a sample.
Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter's new record is reviewed at PaperThinWalls.com.
"Neil Young & Crazy Horse fans are to report and salute for Jesse Sykes & the Sweet Hereafter’s Like Love Lust & etc. However, the middle-aged ones probably won’t because they no longer pay attention to stuff. Instead, they’ll go see Young and embarrass their wives and kids by screaming for 'Cinnamon Girl' during an intimate acoustic set..."
Everyone in a garage band in Pine Grove, Pennsylvania, played "Down by the River" in the early-Seventies. And if they were really good, they did "Cinnamon Girl," its riff being irresistible if you were a guitar player who liked the loud.
However, while I'm not the guy screaming for "Cinnamon Girl" during the middle of an acoustic set, DD no longer has any use for Neil Young. His hayseed frank-talkin' country-bumpkin singing about the travails of the salt-o-the-earth shtick wore out and made me sick years ago. I somehow missed all the wonderful and wise salt-o-the-earth country bumpkins growing up in Schuylkill County, PA.
The part-time farmer who was the assistant wrestling coach was a child-molester who committed suicide when the jig was up. The local leader of the Boy Scouts liked boys without shirts on too much. The Eagle Scout was a Nazi.
At Keystone Boys State one learned the fine art of marching in review and chanting in cadence from a USMC D.I. who came back to the dorm drunk every night. Catholics were Roundheads. For the Pinewood Derby, everyone cheated by loading their model cars. The locals liked to toss chickens over the fence into the community swimming pool on crowded days in July. When the Cubans came to Indiantown Gap military base, the town painted "Marielitos Go Home" on the side of a building on mainstreet. It stayed up for years and Christmas ornaments were left on poles until June. Guys shot their dogs and each other in their zeal for game at the beginning of hunting season. For years, the guy who ran the biggest gas station kept a wild and very angry red fox in a wire cage. Boy, it sure was great being a paperboy in that green and verdant land.
However, Jesse Sykes knows none of that and her record is a good one. Really! Go here for the rest of the review and a sample.
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