- Category: Music: Musings
- Written by Jim Dee
This post is somewhat local in nature, but I'll try to appeal to a broader audience ...
My first decent car was a 1967 Chevy Malibu. This is well after I'd driven the 1980s Plymouth Horizon into the ground. (I've probably written a thing or two on the Chevy before; just search my blog for "Chevy.") Anyway, it had an AM radio, which meant I had my choice of news or oldies; I always went with the oldies. It seemed like, almost every day, they'd play "Walkin' to New Orleans" performed by Fats Domino. My sister used to think this was funny; she was about 13 at the time, only a couple years older than my daughter is now. Damn! Looking back, the majority of the tunes on that station (at least as I remember it) seemed to be Fats Domino. (Don't get me wrong, I love Fats Domino. Sure, I may've openly dissed Leonard Cohen in yesterday's post just for shits and giggles, but I could never say a negative word about Fats or so many others from New Orleans, hometown of some of the best music ever.)
What I was getting at, though, was the whole concept of "oldies." Back then, it meant 50s music -- doo-wap stuff like you'd hear on Sha-Na-Na: " ... get a JOB (SHA-na-na-na ... NA-na-na-na-na)." Purple People Eaters. Yackety-Yack (Don't Talk Back). In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight ... Now, maybe I'm wrong, but I always thought of our local station 3WS as an oldies station. So, I was mildly surprised while surfing channels on my way in this week, to hear the Stones on Monday, Paul Simon on Tuesday, and the Moody Blues today -- all on 3WS. And then it hit me: These are the new oldies ! And then it hit me again: Fuck, you're OLD ! [Side note to Grant Miller : I rocked out a couple of those days. Thought you'd appreciate that.]
I got all of my 20s rage out in the early 90s, I suppose -- and still have a fine collection of Nirvana bootleg CDs to prove it. But nowadays, I can't seem to surf past Me & Julio Down By the Schoolyard. Well, I'd ramble on further, but I have to go home, eat a multi-vitamin, and have a nice sensible salad for lunch so that I'm not too weighted down as I jog tonight. No, I'm not gettin' old. No way.
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On February 5, 2007, wrote:
I salute you for rocking out.