Yeah I know, I haven’t posted a Video Clip of The Week since before the start of Covid, and that was another lifetime ago. I admit I have not been listening to any new music, because I’m just not feeling it. But with the election coming up, and the stakes being as high as they are, I have started to revisit music that has influenced me deeply; particularly where the lyrics resonate with the current state of our society and our world. One of the classic songs that I just can’t shake free from my brain is “For What It’s Worth” written by Stephen Stills in 1966, and recorded by his band at the time, Buffalo Springfield. If you aren’t familiar with the song, take a look at the lyrics:
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
A-telling me, I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down . . .
Yeah, heavy. It’s probably no coincidence then that musicians of a certain age are also feeling this song, and why The Wyld Olde Souls are back after a long hiatus with a faithful cover of “For What It’s Worth” that’s as relevant as ever in tumultuous 2020.
Please enjoy their modern take and vote in November as if your life depends upon it. Our future and core beliefs of who we are as Americans and citizens of the Universe are at stake.
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It can be said that a decades-dormant “classic” band reuniting on the strength its potential appeal as a nostalgia act is only as good as the material it reunites to resurrect. In the case of a legendary sixties-era group such as The Zombies – a band whose debut album still ranks among the greatest pop albums ever released – the inclusion of just two original members bolstered by several additional seasoned musicians makes for a live show that’s every bit as amazing as it was when the band played out in its original incarnation.
A perfect – wait, make that ideal – live music experience, for me, includes a few personal preferences such as a venue close to my home that offers seating, reasonably priced drinks and maybe a menu of snacks that won’t break the bank when added to the price of the ticket. It’s a lot to ask, I know, but that is how I roll. Of course, it’s a given that the band on the bill has great songs and is able to reasonably replicate its recorded sound in a live forum while also improvising and “riffing” freely enough to add a personal vibe to the performance. On a recent Saturday night in the East Village, that perfect storm of a concert experience happened at Drom Lounge on Avenue A when psychedelic folk rock band, The Wyld Olde Souls, celebrated the release of its new CD, Ensoulment. It was an evening I won’t soon forget.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions for 2011 is to enjoy the company of good friends while dining in fine restaurants as often as possible. No one can accuse me of not sticking to my resolutions, because last night I had an amazing meal at chef Jonathan Waxman’sBarbuto Restaurant on Washington Street near the Meatpacking District. My dining companions were my longtime friend Ivy, her charming husband Rick and their adorable daughter Violet, who is the best kid you could ever hope to have, let me tell you. We’re all huge fans of Bravo’s Top Chef, and having enjoyed the most recent season of Top Chef Masters we are also admirers of Waxman’s “keep it simple” philosophy/approach to gourmet cooking. Dining out is always so much more fun, and a much richer experience, when you are accompanied by true foodies like Ivy, Rick and Violet. We had an amazing meal and a really fantastic time catching up.
As the past is reinvented to serve present needs, modern pop music continues to suffer from an absence of historical revisionism dating back farther than last Tuesday. It’s not such a mystery why anyone over the age of 17 (wait, make that ‘anyone with taste,’ which is not always a given) would probably rather listen to music from 20, 30 or even 40 years ago than anything currently stagnating on “the charts” – which haven’t been interesting or relevant since you were an egg.
That’s why it’s so refreshing to be able to moderate my regular listening sessions of Love’s Forever Changes and Mania, the lone album by Australia’s The Lucy Show (remember them?) with liberal doses of New Jersey’s best, not-well-known-enough band, The Grip Weeds.