Tuesday, July 1, 2008

2-4 2sDay


Anonymous said...

Sigh . . . I'm like a lemming to bad pop.

The Eagles were NO Beatles, not in any imaginable way.

And the Beatles were incredible.

The Eagles were pure pop lounge shit in a time when pop was cooling solidly, had MANY adversaries, and well . . . they did all the right things.

But they were NOT the Beatles.

The Beatles changed it ALL, they BROKE american music and musicians, drove them to ENGLAND AND EUROPE!

That's how BIG the Beatles were, aside from all the growth and development of writing, production and arranging they originated. Hell, they made the Beach Boys sound good!!!

The Eagles? Pop shit, lounge shit, and part of a West Coast Coke Scene in every bar . . . but not the Beatles . . not by far. Good, and excellent studio and live show players, but they were NOT anywhere as earth shattering as The Beatles were . . . bad comparison . . . and I STILL hate the Eagles for their pop shit!! *G*

As far as Little Boxes goes, Engledink Humperbert is USELESS . . . Melvina Reynolds wrote it about Daly City housing built in the 50's, just SOUTH of SF, wherin the little tiny houses were all painted in a variety of pastels and lovely ways but looked like establishment mass production CRAP without any artistic bent at all.

And Pete Segar made that song famous.

Fuck Humperdink. AND the band he came in on.

Here's Malvina's Version:


Here's Pete's Version, which became an ANTHEM of the Folk Movement:


So much little ticky tacky . . . ;-)

Harumph . . . ;-)

Rehctaw said...

One thing elevated the Eagles and their music beyond pedestrian pop.


Prior to Joe's arrival, they were a chick band. Guys didn't go see the Eagles for the music, they went because they knew the crowd would be mostly female.

The first time Joe broke out Rocky Mountain Way while the guys were taking a break, the concert changed. Randy Meisner and his Poco/Rondstat sound went to the back of the bus.

Henley and Frey wanted to rock too.

Ahhh, Humperdinck. Weeds brought Little Boxes down off the shelf.
Reynolds' little ditty was reborn.
My using Engel's version was an apparently unsuccessful attempt at irony.

There are now no less than thirty versions in circulation. Each is special in its own ways.