And so commences Friday evening.
I had flipped 20 b-sides in a row.You know, if you just play them loud enough, and you get in the mood, it works. Helps to have a glass or two of wine, or maybe a bottle of beer.
We eat dinner and realize that the Zombies were amazing. ("You Make Feel So Good," b-side of "She's Not There"...could totally be the Beatles). By the time "Tutti Frutti" ( b-side of "Blue Suede Shoes") comes around, John has gone to hear a buddy play trumpet with a well-known jazz singer that I don't want to hear tonight. I'm waiting for the juke box to play the Dixie Cups' "Iko Iko" (b-side of "I Wanna Love Him So Bad"). "Iko Iko"-played with drumsticks on ashtrays- is one of my all-time favorite songs, which I first heard at night on a car radio, late, from New Orleans. It has its own Wiki page and I can't believe it was a b-side song.
|Playing #85: Booker T and the MGs|
But really, why be surprised at that? Every artist has the thing that sells, and then the other thing, which does not. That second thing is worth looking at, so revealing. The runner-up, the underbelly, the hopeful stab in the dark. I wish we still had records with just two songs on them.
Excuse me. Now I cannot write. I must listen to Patsy Cline ("I Fall to Pieces" b-side of "Crazy.")