I’ve tried to make every blog entry since March be about the pandemic, but at some point one must blog more broadly. A change of number on the calendar is as good a time as any to declare an end; so this will be the last marked-as-such pandemic post, though probably not the last post about the pandemic, since while 2020 is over, the pandemic is not.
To 2020, let us say
And of course, what I listen to every New Year’s Eve: with the greatest performance of “Auld Lang Syne” there is, here’s Snail Ramp:
Happy New Year to all!
Hey, the Patty Smyth song is perfect for saying goodbye and good riddance to 2020. Catchy too.
My traditional New Years Eve music is a New Years Eve concert at the Fillmore East in 1969/70 (Vietnam War era) with Jimi Hendrix and The Band of Gypsies (especially Machine Gun) played very loudly late at night. I guess that dates me.
Crazy fact I learned this year: Patty Smyth coulda been the lead singer for Van Halen after Roth. Instead we got Haggar, oh well.
Patty Smyth had vocal weight, power, and energy like Janis Joplin and Grace Slick that I find sadly missing in a lot of contemporary pop music. Here she is singing Whole Lotta Love live on the Letterman show:
She hasn’t lost much of that either as she’s aged.
That is quite fine. Obviously the gold standard for female-led Zep covers is Ann Wilson’s, but I have a soft spot for this one as well:
The Zepperella cover of Led Zeppelin’s version of When The Levee Breaks is good and adequately sexed up.
On the subject of female covers of not-at-all-feminine songs, Youtube has some videos of girls (notably St Vincent but also some teenage amateurs) doing Kerosene by Big Black. The audiences are too young to know there is a pause in the middle and start applauding when the music stops.