
the hottest slice of funk to hit the pop charts
the hottest slice of funk to hit the pop charts
“teenage dreams so hard to beat”
a swaggering sexual boast
a lasting inspiration for the lovers, the dreams, and me. (Especially me, this is “our song” for my wife and I)
a hypnotic eastern dervish dance.
lines and scenes of struggle and decay
“In my songs, the spiritual part, the hope part is in the choruses”
an entire cycle of grief
remains despairingly relevant
a sort of riff song
feeling sorry for himself while picking up a barfly who liked to be smacked around
it’s easy to forget what a major star he was
a celebration, a sexual boast, and a political statement
a concise, compelling James Burton guitar solo
a patriotic statement even as it chastises the selfish and powerful
a tough minded prescription for the solidarity and justice that were needed
Americana mixed with something menacing
the song from their father
“botheration”
the spirit, high-spirited
Starr received the writing credit
five albums I have rated B+ or higher
it can crumble even the most stable of emotional foundations
the ability and style of the producer was as important as the song
it was certainly jarring
I was forced to live the life of a monster…
jazz, pop, soul, and funk brilliantly mixed together to transport the listener to a higher dimension
he could lift the bandstand
songs for the new implosion
A faster, grittier version of “Revolution” backed “Hey, Jude”
a malaise, a nothingness
oh no, I’ve said too much
both spoof and inhabit the sounds of Americana
the outsiders took over and everyone wanted in
emotionally stuck
All I wanted to do was grieve for him and celebrate his life.
a generation of getting-crazy-with-the-Cheese-Whiz stoners and slackers
I’d felt like Tom Petty when I wrote the song
Damage! Damage!
a Texas venue literally pulled the plug on their sound system rather than allow her to reach a vocal climax
snotty brattishness
furious and pensive, sloppy and pointed
absolute rush of techno euphoria
He gave me a warm smile and did not shoot me
old fashioned, straightforward emotional honesty
That idea is in a lot of my songs
Gave poignancy to the alcohol related lyrics
OK, you might be asking, but how does the music sound?
the possibility that utopia can be found on the dance floor
from a sardonic social commentary to a personal need for sex