Its CMA occurred in Wayne’s World where they were high and driving through suburban Chicago in an AMC product while singing it. That was my early-mid 70s.
In Rolling Stone they interviewed people regarding others’ hits. Gene Pitney, who did well off his hits, regretted that Pete Ham did not consult with him.
This is what I’m talking about, and I apologize I did not describe it more clearly. Joe screams and the world stands still.
“He’s not a singer. He’s a song stylist.” First heard it about Sinatra, then about Joe, and there is nothing bad about it–Bob Dylan couldn’t sing his way out of a wet, brown-paper, bag.
At 5:56 into Stairway to Heaven, when the guitars finally crank. What really makes it crowing is that you know it’s coming, you can’t wiat for it, and when it finally gets there, it’s every bit as good as you were hoping for.
The mirror image of that is Layla, at 3:12, when the guitar stops screaming and the piano takes over.
Betraying my age, if I haven’t already, FUCKING-A!
And I blew speakers–TWICE–on the “doo-ta-doos” on Sympathy for the Devil. CDs remove the explosive harmonics.
Some have claimed that Jimmy Page worked on The Kinks “All Day and All of the Night.” No, Dave Davies is just sentencing a Silvertone amp to death. Listening to tubes ringing is a wonder to behold, as they survived for a full three minutes.
Young’uns are not familiar with killing equipment. “It goes to eleven” used to means certain death. Er, eight could do it.