Friday Arts on Saturday

No cuts, The Stills-Young Band — Apparently the old Buffalo/CSN colleagues were on again as a duo for a while in the 70s, but not much came of it. The album is mostly of their moany-groany sides. Nothing really sticks out. Not terrible, not very lively, and not worth going back to.

I’m Only Sleeping, Lobo — No, not Los Lobos. This is some guy who does quite an interesting Beatle cover, a rare animal. I have no idea how this came up for me to audit. I’ll listen to more of him.

Warm Love, Hard Nose the Highway, Van Morrison — A pretty quiet album for Van the Man, but I’ve always liked this song.

Keepin’ Me Up Nights, Asleep at the Wheel, Keepin’ Me Up Nights — Most of AATW falls a little too much into Texas Swing to make the playlist, but I really like them, and the odd swinger never hurt anyone.

Screw You & Whenever You’re Ready, Elton John, Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only the Piano Player — Not surprising to members of the VCA, no doubt, but I’m not a big pop fan, and John often walks on that side of the road. But at times he gets off a good one, and some of his pop stuff is fun too.

New York Mining Disaster 1941, You Should be Dancing & Stayin’ Alive, BeeGees, Greatest Hits compilation — Catholic Charlie likes three things: Elvis, the BeeGees and Genesis. I like some Elvis, and after listening to one sappy ballad after another on their greatest hits collection, I found I like these three Brothers Gibb songs. Genesis remains to be seen.

Ooby Dooby (Roy Orbison), Matchbox (Carl Perkins), High School Confidential (J. L. Lewis) — From some random oldies collection. Nice little fillers, all.

I Want You to Want Me, Cheap Trick, In Color — The "Live at Budokan" version is the one that sticks in the brain, but this is the first shot. Not bad.

No cuts from Geoff Muldaur, Is Having A Wonderful Time — Muldaur seems to be trying to bust genre. He doesn’t. This is enough of a stinker that one feels that enough of this guy is enough. He’s no Maria.

No cuts from McCartney, Red Rose Speedway —Paul on the light side, mostly. Nothing much memorable (except My Love, about which I’m tempted to write something snide but I’m relatively ambivalent about it, aside from not caring if I ever hear it again). Still, Paul McCartney is Paul McCartney. He is due respect.

No cuts from Riders in the Sky, Horse Opera — I love the Riders. Great harmonies, great humor. But, well, it really is pure cowboy music, and there’s enough yodeling on the playlist already.