I found this vinyl treasure at Bop Street Records (thanks Sam and Catherine for the gift card!) and I’ve been in heaven all afternoon. Wings Over America, 1976. The lights are low, and the bass is heavy, and it’s a 3 disc set.
Heaven.
Since you’re not here with me listening to this record, here’s a video, it’s not the same, but it’s still pretty rad:
(however, Denny Laine’s vocal mimicry at :51 seconds is inexplicable and inexcusable. Stay away from cocaine.)
Enjoy!
SJ
I just read on NME that Johnny Marr auditioned for Paul McCartney back in the 1980s, please tell me somebody had a mic on in the room: http://www.nme.com/news/paul-mccartney/68690?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=macca&utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=gAGA
These are the kind of pairings I sit around and fantasize about.
SJ
This is so good, I’m not sure if I’m posting it here to share it with you or to save it here for myself so I can always come back to it:
When I was in high school I had Wings Over America (my friends were all in to later grunge music, so my choice was a little weird) and played the fekk out of it, and this was one of my favourite songs on it. Anyway, I hope you dig it.
Best,
SJ
Sometimes if a bar hasn’t heard us play before, they ask if we play any cover songs, at which point I immediately respond “yes!”, but with an evil smirk on the dark side of my heart (from where most of my giggling germinates). Then I start to think of absurd cover tunes we could do, like this:
But then I realise, it’s still Paul McCartney, and it’s still infectious even though most Americans (rightfully) have no idea what a Mull or a Kintyre is, it doesn’t matter. McCartney could be singing about poo (and probably has) and we’d still be humming it in our head for the next week after hearing it. Hmmm, maybe ‘We All Stand Together’, with the Frog Chorus? I wonder if I can get the original lineup…
SJ
I’ve come back to this song ever since I was a kid. It’s possibly the finest love song of all time.
Happy Birthday Paul!
Today, Paul McCartney turns 69 years old, and he still rocks like a mad mofo. As a songwriter he’s very important to me, he’s the best and I still learn from him every day.
Love,
SJ