I’ve been doing this blog for three years now, and Wow, what a trip it’s been. Not only have I been able to show-off my crude drawing skills, and my almost adolescent fascination with the female anatomy (boobs), I’ve been able to rant and carry on about a variety of subjects that have rattled my mind. To which I’ve added just the right amount of filth, so your mind can wander into the gutter, but not necessarily lay down or wallow in it.
But like all good things, even this starts to get stale, and loose it’s creative integrity (whatever that is), becoming just more and more of the same old thing. It’s kinda like rock groups. They have a few good albums, and then fizzle-out. Cream had three great albums, but by the time “Good-bye Cream” came around, everybody was pretty much thinkin’ “Good-riddance Cream”. Same with Led Zeppelin. Their first four albums were classics for all times. “Houses of the Holy” was okay, and “Physical Graffiti” could have been one album instead of a two-record set. After that, most of Zeppelin’s stuff was pretty much sounding the same. But then again, if ya wanna hear some ‘Zep”, ya wanna hear Zep, and not Pink Floyd or The Who. Luckily (or not), Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison of The Doors all died before they started to just crank out crap. [Janis was at her best when with Big Brother on the Cheap Thrills album].
So much or going on a 60’s music rant. But here’s the thing. For a while now, I’ve been collecting a lot of those albums on vinyl: Hendrix, Credence, The Doors, Jefferson Airplane, Dylan and all that stuff. And now have a fairly comprehensive collection 60’s and early 70’s groups. A lot my of time has been going to garage sales, thrift stores and record shops. Right now I’m listening to The Stones “Let It Bleed” album. And not on some bullshit ear buds, but on a good stereo system with 12 inch speakers. Ouch! Gimme some shelter!
I’ve been a bit of a music nut since I was twelve, when in 1958 I bought my first record: “Yakety Yak” by the Coasters (don’t talk back). I’ve been buying records ever since, and really got into collecting 45’s in the early 80’s, to the point where I have well over a thousand of em covering the golden age of rock and roll: 1956 to 1965. Do wha diddy, diddy down diddy down.
When it comes to music, if it had a strong guitar sound, I liked it. Duane Eddy, Link Wray and Dick Dale were my early guitar heroes, but when Jimi Hendrix made the scene, he blew em all away. Then Stevie Ray Vaughn came along, and what else can I say.
As good as all this stuff is, the thing of it is, if ya hear too much of it, it looses its luster. Stairway to Heaven, and Black Magic Woman are classic songs, but have been played to death, as was Elvis (The King) before that. Same thing is happening with my blogging. It’s pretty much run its course for me. I still enjoy it, but the golden age is over. So I’m gonna try something new. And that something new is not blogging. We’ll see how it goes. Gotta proceed with an abundance of caution. Don’t wanna rush into anything too fast. But I gotta feelin’ it’s gonna be okay.