Settling in to finish the current novel (JP Kinkaid Chronicle #8: Comfortably Numb) and doing some serious guitar playing (if my multiple sclerosis objects, it can sod off now), I took a break to watch the Hard Rock Calling from London last month: Bruce Springsteen with Sir Paul McCartney guesting on two songs, the glorious Allyson Krause, Tom Morello, and Paul Simon. I'm surprised Sir Paul didn't demand that head (or at least the job) or the assjangling ninnyhammer of a councilman who turned the show off before they could encore. Actually, I'm surprised the bloke wasn't lynched. The crowd - what was that, over a hundred thousand people? - were not pleased.
I'm reminded, every time I hear "Graceland", that it may be modern music's only perfect album. There are others that come close for me, in their own vein - "Exile On Main Street", with its sunsoaked edge that's half vicious and half laid-back, The Beatles' "Revolver", The Jefferson Airplane's "Volunteers". Somehow, though, "Graceland" stands just that little bit apart and that half-head above.
Causes Deborah Grabien Supports
EMILY's List (early member), Amnesty International (member on two continents for thirty years), Animal Welfare causes (we rescue feral cats), NARAL and...