Because I want to

This is just about songs that I love, or have loved for different reasons, for no other reason than I feel like putting them out there. Most are well known, some maybe not so much, but they all remind me of something or someone, or perhaps just a period in time. So, without further ado...

The Waterboys Pagan Place has such a marvelous sense of urgency. First time I heard this was while working at Record Bar, and we were just amazed. It was never going to get any airplay in a backwater town like St.Louis, but we hipsters in the stores got to listen to all the latest and greatest, and this was really a game changer. No flcok of seagulls here, boys and girls.

Neil Young wrote a lot of great rockers, some brilliant acoustic material, and this... It's just one of those songs that has that certain melancholy feel, and longing. It leaves me Helpless, Helpless, Helpless I got the record in high school, and was stunned. It was a what I like to refer to as a needle dropper. I picked it up, and put it back at the start, closed my eyes, and listened to it again. Kids with CD's and MP3's have no idea how easy they have it these days!

As an avowed power pop guy in the late 70's, this was a revelation. Their most popular song was a love song to an inflatable doll, but wow-this was just a revelation as to what could be done with a great song. I'm A Believer already!

The first 45 I ever purchased with my own pocket money! Well actually I bought two that fateful day...here's the second one. I would just love to hear someone like Ryan Adams or Matthew Sweet do the first one.

When I was a kid in England, the radio was limited-you just couldn't rock and roll with the BBC at night. But when the sun went down, under the covers with my transistor plastered to the side of my head, I could pull in the joyous sounds of Radio Luxembourg, broadcasting in English, all across the continent, and most importantly, into my bedroom, there on Hillcrest Avenue, in the cozy little village of Kibworth. And that, ladies and germs was where I heard, and was captivated by this.

In the next few days (or maybe a week) I shall do a lengthy post on the joys of the Top of The Pops in the UK in the Glam era. Fasten your seatbelts, kiddies. Mud, Slade, Wizzard, and yes, even Suzi Quatro are headed your way!