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My iPod Has Issues – Part 10

7 Nov

“So much time and so little to do. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it.” I am as flustered as Willy Wonka after a long day touring the chocolate factory.  By the way, I am talking about the real Willy Wonka instead of that crazy Johnny Depp one.

Tests to grade. Meetings to attend. On and on and on it goes. What was it that Sonny and Cher sang? “The Beat Goes On” (Yeah, I was going to link that, but WordPress is all fouled up for some reason.)

With all of this stuff going on, I can’t spend much time in the Land of SBI. Everyone knows what that means. It’s time for a quick post, and the quickest post I know of delves into the dark regions of my iPod. Let’s shuffle it up and see what craziness comes out.

“She Loves You” by The Beatles

“Shoot to Thrill” by AC/DC

“Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

“Did Ye Get Healed?” by Van Morrison

“The Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Sam Butera

“Flash to the Rescue” by Queen

“Touchdown Tennessee” by Kenny Chesney

“Hardline” by Tom Kimmel

“Don’t Cry” by Guns n’ Roses

“Losing My Religion” by R.E.M.

“Ain’t No Way” by Aretha Franklin

“Scarborough Fair” by Simon & Garfunkel

“Oh Yeah” by Yello

“You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon

“Sandman” by America

“All I Can Do is Write About It” by Lynyrd Skynyrd

“Heartbeat” by Red 7

“Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad” by Meat Loaf

“The House of the Rising Sun” by The Animals

“Why Can’t He Be You” by Loretta Lynn

Crazy, man. Crazy

My iPod Has Issues – Part 7

5 Aug

As you know by now, my iPod has some real issues. No one has been able to diagnose the problem, but, during this seventh session, we will determine if it could be a split personality disorder.Three Faces

As always, I will put the iPod on shuffle and see which personalities show up.

“See No Evil” by Television

“Annie’s Song” by John Denver

“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N’ Roses

“Natural High” by Merle Haggard

“Caldonia” by B.B. King

“Old Man Willis” by Tony Joe White

“Never, Never Gonna Give You Up” by Barry White

“I Just Can’t Help Believin'” by Elvis Presley

“Darlin’ Boys” by The Dillards

“Alone Again” by Dokken

“Seven Nation Army” by The White Stripes

“A Good Hearted Woman” by Waylon Jennings

“Amie” by Pure Prairie League

“Just Dropped In” by Kenny Rogers and the First Edition

“Team of Destiny” by Kenny Chesney

“Star Trek” by Alexander Courage

“Du Hast” by Rammstein

“Bat Out of Hell” by Meatloaf

“99 Luft Balloons” by Nena

“Dance Hall Days” by Wang Chung

There you go. Split my iPod is.

My iPod Has Issues – Rainy Day

22 Apr

Friday night, I went to a country concert with Necole and her mom. I am not sure what I was expecting, but it was the best country music concert that I have seen in a long time. Will Hoge opened for Gary Allan at the Ryman Auditorium, the Mother Church of country music. As one of the guys said, this was the room that made the music industry in Nashville.Ryman Auditorium

The Ryman is one of my favorite places, but this post is not about that. It’s about two performers, neither of which I had ever heard of, who restored my faith in country music. There was an entire concert with no songs about tractors, tailgates, back roads or any other southern stereotype that most people in this nation can’t relate to. These songs had depth and sophistication. They were filled with hope and despair. In short, they were what country music used to be and what is should continue to be.

Country music is filled with guys who sing about growing up on a farm when they probably grew up in some suburb. The performers I saw were true to themselves. Of course, the “fake redneck” brigade plays to sold out arenas, and these guys were in a small venue. I reckon that says something.

I liked most of the songs, but the last one by Gary Allan stood out to me. Songs About Rain is about a man driving around with heartache. The love of his life has married someone else, and his radio is playing nothing but songs about rain.

The song hit me because that is what a country song is supposed to be about.

It also hit me that there really are a bunch of songs about rain, and my mind started working. Why is that? It could be that rain depresses people, so it provides the appropriate feel for a sad song. It could also be that rain is an easy word to rhyme. Pain. Train. Plane. The word works on different levels.

Then, I started thinking about the songs on my iPod that are about rain. It is filled with them. There are songs about rain in different genres and from a wide variety of artists. Like other entries in the “My iPod Has Issues” series, I have put my iPod on shuffle to see what kind of rain songs come out.

“November Rain” by Guns N’ Roses – This one may have the greatest video ever.

“Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain” by Willie Nelson – Now, this is a country song.

“Looking for a Rainbow” by Chris Rea – Not many people have heard of him, but he is one of my favorites.

“Crying in the Rain” by Whitesnake – It’s a little different from Willie’s song.

“Rainy Night in Georgia” by Tony Joe White – Georgia says they need water. Maybe this song will help.

“Rain” by the Beatles – This is not my favorite song about rain.

“Rainy Day People” by Gordon Lightfoot – He is one of Canada’s greatest exports.

“She’s a Rainbow” by the Rolling Stones – This one is better that the British Invasion one above.

“Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head” by B.J. Thomas – They say it was my favorite song as a little kid.

“Purple Rain” by Prince – He ended his concert with this when I saw him.

“I Wish It Would Rain Down” by Phil Collins – I used to listen to this during every state of depression.

“Kentucky Rain” by Elvis Presley – No list is complete without an Elvis song.

“Early Morning Rain” by Elvis Presley – To prove the previous point, here is another one.

“Rainy Day Women #12 & #35” by Bob Dylan – I’m not sure what it has to do with rain.

“Rainbow Stew” by Merle Haggard – Now, here is a happy rain song.

“Just Walkin’ in the Rain” by the Prisonaires – This song has a sad true story behind it.

“Fire and Rain” by James Taylor – I have always found this song haunting.

My iPod Has Issues – Heaven Help Us

24 Aug

I have publish several posts about the deeper meaning of the music on my iPod. The first, second and third were examinations of the overall playlist. The other was a more nuanced study of the “What’s In a Name?” playlist. A quick review of those posts will show that my iPod is bipolar, OCD and a little schizophrenic.

Tonight, I have decided to shuffle the “For God’s Sake” playlist and see what pops up. This grouping contains selections with religious titles or themes. I find these types of songs interesting, especially the old spirituals. This is surprising because of my lack of spirituality. Religious folks will say that I like these songs because I have an internal need to connect with a supreme being. I think I like them because, well, I like them.

Here is a sampling of my heavenly collection.

It’s weird that people correlate gold with heaven when you can’t take it with you.

1. “Knockin’ On Heavens Door” by Guns n’ Roses

2. “God and Man” by Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee

3. “Body and Soul” by Diana Krall

4. “Save a Prayer” by Duran Duran

5. “Sunday Bloody Sunday” by U2

6. “Judgement Day” by Whitesnake

7. “Heaven and Hell” by Waylon Jennings and Jessi Colter

8. “My Sweet Lord” by George Harrison

9. “This Train” by Sister Rosetta Tharpe

10. “Superstar” by Ben Vereen and Marc Pressel

11. “Old Rugged Cross” by John Prine and Mac Wiseman

12. “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” by The Fairfield Four

13. “Hallelujah” by Sweathog

14. “Chapel of Love” by The Dixie Cups

15. “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin

16. “The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash

17. “Backwoods Preacher Man” by Tony Joe White

18. “Amazing Grace” by The Beeston Pipe Band

19. “Who’s to Bless and Who’s to Blame” by Kris Kristofferson

20. “Angel Eyes” by Scott Hamilton

We will now pass the plate before offering the benediction.

Aimless Wanderings of the Mind

9 Jul

Yesterday, some friends invited me to spend the night on a houseboat. Figuring that there would be a lot of late night commotion on the boat, I took my iPod in case I needed some solitude for sleep. As it turned out, everyone conked out fast from a day filled with activity, but I plugged the iPod into my ears anyway. The Guns n’ Roses version of “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door” came on and the following took place in my mind.

I immediately thought of the original Bob Dylan version as it played over the death scene of Slim Pickens in Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, one of my favorite westerns.

From there, I thought about one of the times I saw Bob Dylan in concert. He and Willie Nelson had a tour where they played in minor league baseball stadiums. As I watched them from the infield, I kept wondering what the backstage party must have been like.

Then, I started thinking about a local legend involving Willie Nelson. Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge is a famous honky-tonk in Nashville where singers and players would congregate between sets of the Grand Ole Opry.

It seems that one night Willie was in Tootsie’s drowning his sorrows at the bar. He wasn’t making it in Nashville, and, in a moment of depression, he walked outside and sprawled in the middle of Broadway. His intent was to be run over by a car. Fortunately, they got him out of the street; he went to Texas; grew out his hair; and became a legend.

When this entered my mind, I started thinking about the time I saw Willie with Ray Price and Merle Haggard. Price’s biggest hit was “For the Good Times“, which happened to be written by Kris Kristofferson, the one who played Billy the Kid in Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid.

The other person on the bill, Merle Haggard, is one of my all-time favorites. He performed a song in a movie I recently watched, and I started thinking about a song that appeared in a John Wayne movie called Chisum, an inaccurate retelling of the story of Billy the Kid.

As you can see, Billy the Kid and a bunch of connections to his pop cultural self kept entering my mind. That’s when I started thinking about the last time I visited his grave.At least, that’s his headstone. Some people claim that Billy the Kid got away and lived to be an old man. That’s doubtful. Without a doubt, a flood swept through the cemetery and washed away all of the markers. It may have even carried off a few bodies. So, Billy is probably not anywhere near this piece of rock. However, I started thinking, “What if they had buried him above ground like they do in New Orleans?”

Obviously, this started me down another tread of thought. Earlier this year, we took some students on a field trip to the French Quarter (I know. Cool teacher.), and we toured the City of the Dead, one of their above ground cemeteries. One of the most interesting graves was that of Marie Laveau, voodoo queen of New Orleans.

The grave has offerings left behind by people searching for a blessing. I thought about that, but I also thought about a song by Redbone called “The Witch Queen of New Orleans“.

New Orleans. It’s a cool city, and a lot of movies have been made there. They started running through my mind, but one that I saw the other day stuck out. It was Live and Let Die, the James Bond film that has the scene with an agent watching a funeral parade in the French Quarter. When he asks whose funeral it, he is stabbed and placed in the coffin. That’s when the parade really cranks up. Then, the theme song by Paul McCartney and Wings entered my brain.

That’s when it hit me. Holy crap. “Live and Let Die” was another movie song that was covered by Guns n’ Roses.

By this time, my mind was mush, and I mercifully faded out.

Charting a Mystery

16 Feb

A month ago I wrote a post about old posts that we have probably forgotten about and how they don’t disappear but hang around in cyberspace until cyberspace collapses on itself. The post about “old posts” was inspired by the second ever post I published on this site – an ode to the peculiarities of gas pumps. It had never gotten any hits, then, all of a sudden, a person took a look at it. Needless to say, I was thrilled that some of the things I had written while wandering in this newfound wilderness of blogging had been read. I went back to look at it again. I wrote a new post about the experience. Then, I went on my merry blogging way.

Then, something strange happened. It got another hit. And another one. And another one. On and on it went for days. Each time I looked at the “Site Stats” another search engine term was popping up.

gas pumps

gasoline pump

pushing credit or debit at a gasoline pump

gasoline pump pictures

pictures of gasoline pumps

In a matter of weeks, a post that laid dormant forever and had been given up as unreadable and forgotten had just gone to the top of the Hit Parade. Once lagging behind at a total of ZERO hits, the sarcastic look at pumping gas reached the top of the charts and passed such favorites as:

Dirty Deeds and Thunder Chief

Guns ‘n Roses in Nashville

John Wayne and Edgar Allan Poe

It seemed that I had a mystery on my hands and needed the help of those meddling kids in the Mystery Machine. Have gas pumps suddenly gained a new popularity? Are people becoming interested in the intricacies of debit and credit card use? Has this become the hip thing to look up among hipsters?

To solve the mystery, I started up the search engine and began looking myself. Starting with the simplest search term, I typed in “gas pumps” and looked around. Page after page, I could not find a reference to the “Surrounded by Imbeciles” world. Then, I shifted to images, and, behold, “Surrounded by Imbeciles” appeared as the first entry on the first line.

Part of the mystery was solved, searchers had come to me through the photo I uploaded to the post. When they hit images, there it appeared. However, a second mystery remains. Why, in the middle of January, did gas pumps become so popular? Even after being forced to watch Murder, She Wrote as a kid, I don’t believe I have the sleuthing talents to figure it out. Perhaps, you readers can help. Or, maybe I should call the In Search Of version of Leonard Nimoy.

Guns ‘n Roses in Nashville

5 Dec

Axl Rose came to town last night with a band called Guns ‘n Roses. I bought the tickets with trepidation for a few reasons. First, it’s not really Guns ‘n Roses without Slash, but I saw Slash open for Ozzy Osbourne earlier in the year. Maybe seeing two separate halves makes a whole. Second, I bought tickets to see Guns ‘n Roses several years ago, and the concert got cancelled. Axl has been famous for his temperamental behavior when it comes to performing and buying tickets is like playing the lottery. With those things in mind, I bought the tickets anyway. I am a product of the 80s and an avid concert goer, so I concluded that it just had to be done.

My girlfriend and I met up with some friends for dinner and headed to the show that was listed to begin at 7:30. My friends were decked out in their Black Label Society gear and were fired up to see the opening act. Zakk Wylde is a helluva guitarist, and I was looking forward to see him as well. Just not as fired up as them. I have seen Black Label Society once at Ozzfest, and they have traveled throughout the nation as Society members. It was during dinner and the walk over that my girlfriend began to worry about the time she was going to have. She likes country, ugh, and any singer that wears a cowboy hat. But she was in it now.

It turns out that the musical style was not what she needed to worry about. We got to the venue at 7:25 and waited TWO HOURS for the concert to start. Apparently, Axl is still a flake when it comes to the fans. In his prime years, Axl would show up late or not at all. Now that he has reached his waning years of stardom, it seems that he continues with this behavior. Axl needs to realize that his fans from the 1980s are now in their 40s and have real jobs and responsibilities. They can’t hang out until 2am on a work night while he lounges backstage playing the role of a rock star. While the years since his greatest fame should have humbled him, Axl is still the diva he always was.

Before I go further, I need you to understand that I am no prude when it comes to concerts. I have lost count of the number I have attended in all genres possible. But, waiting TWO HOURS for a show to start is fucked up. I’ve never seen it happen before. Keeping it within Axl’s musical form, I have seen Metallica (multiple times), Aerosmith (multiple times), Godsmack, Ozzy Osbourne, Rob Zombie, Alice Cooper, Judas Priest, Motley Crue, KISS, Velvet Revolver (which was Guns ‘n Roses without Axl), and a bunch of others that I can’t remember at the moment. None of them were two hours late because they value their fans and the money they spent to see them.

At 9:30, Black Label Society hopped on stage and put on a great show. Zakk Wylde threw down the gauntlet to any guitarists who want to challenge him. They turned the volume up to 11 and ripped the knob off. My girlfriend even liked it. If this had been strictly a Black Label Society concert, then it would have been great.

During the stage setup for Guns ‘n Roses, my friend texted to say that he heard before the show that Guns ‘n Roses was going to play from 11pm to 2am. Seriously? On a Sunday night, they are going to play that late? I knew then that there was no way that I was going to be able to see the entire show although I had bought an entire ticket. I fixed in my mind that we would leave at midnight.

Just as the text read, Axl hit the stage at 11pm and proceeded to sing a bunch of songs that nobody knows. They were rockin’ and, he still had his voice and moves. But, people came to hear the hits. I understand that performers like to produce new material because it makes them feel like artists. However, older performers who have seen their prime pass by should understand that people want to hear the good stuff. When I saw Elton John, he called it the jukebox. Before he played the new songs, he realized that people came to hear something else and promised that it would happen. I am sure it gets old playing the same things over and over, but that is what pays the bills and keeps the people coming. It certainly isn’t anything off Chinese Democracy. In the first hour (the only hour we saw), Axl sang three recognizable songs, “Welcome to the Jungle”, “Live and Let Die” and “Civil War”. The highlight of the hour came when Axl left the stage and his guitarists put a new spin on the James Bond theme. Naturally, “Live and Let Die” came after that.

Needless to say, I was not happy about how things went. I have no idea what happened after we left. Did they play until 2am? Did they play “Paradise City” or “November Rain”? If the show had started anywhere close to the announced time I would know. Instead, I have now seen Axl Rose and the fake Guns ‘n Roses. Without a doubt, Slash is a better and more appreciative entertainer.