Posts tagged “Rolling Stones”
Several times when they went to commercial during tonight’s College Football Championship game, ESPN was playing Gimme Shelter from the 1969 Rolling Stones album Let It Bleed. It’s an awesome song. The entire album is fantastic, and I’ve loved it since I was in middle school. I am just having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that a song released five and a half decades ago is still so popular (and well known?) that it works. For comparison, if ESPN had existed in 1969, and if the CFP existed in 1969, they’d be playing Carry Me Back to Old Virginny by Alma Gluck or It’s a Long Way to Tipperary by John McCormack. Those were “hits” right at the start of World War I and — I don’t think I’m going out on a limb here — teenagers at the tail end of the 60s weren’t rocking out to Alma Gluck.
And the Stones are still touring!
Mr. Chainsaw
I was supposed to run 10.75 miles this morning, but miscalculated where I needed to make a U-turn, so it was actually 11 miles on the nose. It took me almost exactly an hour and forty-five minutes — not bad for a week shy of 41 — and put me over 77 miles for the
Let’s Pretend We’re in Antarctica
Just another running post
Drove from Paris to the Amsterdam Hilton
Running in Rain in LA
So a Frog Walks into a Bank …
So a frog walks into a bank one afternoon and stands in line for a little while until finally a teller is available. He looks at her name tag and sees her name is Patricia Whack. “Hello, Miss Whack,” he croaks. “My name is Kermit and I’m here to get a loan.” “You’re the Kermit
Play This When I Die
My grandmother’s wake and funeral were — of course — very, very sad. I think one of the things that bothered me the most was the music at the wake. It was so … depressing. Now, my grandmother was 86 years old before she was killed by the incompetence of morons; she wasn’t exactly a
Let It Bleed
You Can’t Always Get What You Want
Monkey Man
Monkey Man – The Rolling Stones
Greatest Music
Ranking albums
The Paradox of Popularity
I took a class in the Fall of ’94 called Desire and Power in Western Literature. I hated the class and I’m pretty sure the professor, Dr. Snodgrass, didn’t like me very much. I wrote this rambling, terrible excuse for a term paper, in November of that year. It is titled “The Paradox of Popularity: or What does the 1994 MLB strike have to do with being a Tom Petty fan?”