tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post8516416262448955717..comments2023-10-25T04:47:05.525-07:00Comments on Uncle E's Musical Nightmares!: Junk Or Junque?Uncle Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04570327775449916376noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-84090638178727863752008-06-25T20:03:00.000-07:002008-06-25T20:03:00.000-07:00The Dude's preaching the exact gospel I believe in...The Dude's preaching the exact gospel I believe in. But even though I despise the very IDEA of Rod Stewart, I still can't help but have a soft spot for "Maggie's Farm" -- it's one of those "you had to be there" things. <BR/><BR/>I never disliked John Denver, Erin, or the Monkees, Hal. I'll still defend the Monkees. They may not have been a real band when they started out, but they fought the Holly A Hugheshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17828633442418722187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-85387409725877770632008-06-24T03:43:00.000-07:002008-06-24T03:43:00.000-07:00John Denver was, of course, a genius before he tur...John Denver was, of course, a genius before he turned into a muppet. <BR/><BR/>I feel no guilt about liking music. One likes music for all kinds of reason: sometimes because it's just very good, sometimes because it evokes a good memory. When I enjoy the stylings of David Cassidy on "Daydreamer", I can't tell whether the song is any good; I like it because it takes me back to when I was 7. I CTVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06775874319624381020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-43134435548274001582008-06-23T11:41:00.000-07:002008-06-23T11:41:00.000-07:00Nice post! I couldn't agree more. I try never to s...Nice post! I couldn't agree more. I try never to say something sucks, or "how can you like that!?," etc, because I know that every band that doesn't do it for me is really floatin' someone else's boat. Even when I review a CD positively or negatively I try to keep from making be all, end all statements because music is so subjective and personal.Frank Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247639178770405447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-4454421184085862252008-06-22T15:05:00.000-07:002008-06-22T15:05:00.000-07:00Everybody's being just a little bit too nice. Whe...Everybody's being just a little bit too nice. When Phil starts saying kind things about John Denver, can the four horsemen of the Apocalypse be far behind? I think Debby Boone may actually BE one of them.<BR/><BR/>But seriously - thanks for handling my True Confession so gently. It's a pleasure to read your blog, Ian - always interesting.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12809408757641536210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-14439014740333617592008-06-22T11:50:00.000-07:002008-06-22T11:50:00.000-07:00One of the things that I find so compelling about ...One of the things that I find so compelling about music (and art in general) is its life-changing capability. Music has a power unlike anything else on the planet. It can change us, actually move our molecules around. And an artist who can touch that part of your soul becomes more than a pop star, singer, poet or painter. They become a part of our DNA.<BR/>Now, I confess to being a musical snob Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-60411081250784985002008-06-21T18:48:00.000-07:002008-06-21T18:48:00.000-07:00Erin, thank you for taking the time to leave such ...Erin, thank you for taking the time to leave such a thoughtful comment. It's funny the songs that stay with us from our childhood. I feel the same way about Elton John's Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy and I too moved to Cottonwood to excape the BIG city life (which was getting very dangerous). <BR/>Again, thanks so much for the comment. Always welcome.Uncle Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04570327775449916376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5844952291333878074.post-29165954241704568622008-06-21T18:39:00.000-07:002008-06-21T18:39:00.000-07:00In 1972 – back when I was a teenager, angst-ridden...In 1972 – back when I was a teenager, angst-ridden and trapped in the LA suburbs, my father brought home a record album. <BR/><BR/>Dad played John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads” seventeen thousand times. I took it away from him. I fired up the old Magnavox and listened to The Rest of the Story – “I Guess He’d Rather Be in Colorado, “My Sweet Lady,” “Poems, Prayers and Promises,” “Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12809408757641536210noreply@blogger.com