Friend at work told me that my Son, who is going to NC State, needed to learn this song. It was already in my "New Grass" Playlist 
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Friend at work told me that my Son, who is going to NC State, needed to learn this song. It was already in my "New Grass" Playlist
Good to knowCool back story with Dylan.
To be honest, I've had enough of it already
I mean - "Friends In Low Places" still sounds awesome when a bunch of KSU fans sing it together at a tailgate, but I couldn't play it in the car driving to work LOL.
.Really a "classic" here in central NC... that has sorta' run it's course for most (don't request it at a concert, unless you want to be that guy).
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John: Yeah, Ramon's right a...
Brain: Click it. Click the link.
John: ...bout that.
Brain: I notice you haven't clicked the ****ing link yet. Let me do it for you.
John: What the duece??? I don't WANT to hear this damn song.
Brain: That's what you get for trying to quiet me with alcohol. Enjoy your earworm, JV.
Educational medical note!
Personal note - I long thought that I was under aural attack by my brain. I would go for weeks repeating the worst parts of the worst songs in my head, no matter what I was doing. It even happened while on stage playing music. Quite frustrating over the decades. Sleep was often impossible to come by. I eventually learned that singing (to myself...god forbid somebody actually hear me) the old Eddie Murphy/Rick James chestnut "My Girl Wants To Party All the Time" would often disrupt my evil brain and stop the earworm. This is still one of the only solutions I've found to the problem other than eliminating mental stress as much as possible. I know, right? Like a guy who knows the words to that song doesn't have bigger mental fish to fry? True story. Now back to our regularly scheduled thread...
It was 1985. Everybody was listening to Madonna and Wham!. Then there was this....
Ian Astbury has to be one of the most underrated vocalists of all time. The Cult went on to make their next album, Electric, which is one of those albums that you can play start to finish and love every song. Don't believe me? Try it!
The Cult - ELECTRIC (FULL ALBUM) - YouTube
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John: Yeah, Ramon's right a...
Brain: Click it. Click the link.
John: ...bout that.
Brain: I notice you haven't clicked the ****ing link yet. Let me do it for you.
John: What the duece??? I don't WANT to hear this damn song.
Brain: That's what you get for trying to quiet me with alcohol. Enjoy your earworm, JV.
Educational medical note!
Personal note - I long thought that I was under aural attack by my brain. I would go for weeks repeating the worst parts of the worst songs in my head, no matter what I was doing. It even happened while on stage playing music. Quite frustrating over the decades. Sleep was often impossible to come by. I eventually learned that singing (to myself...god forbid somebody actually hear me) the old Eddie Murphy/Rick James chestnut "My Girl Wants To Party All the Time" would often disrupt my evil brain and stop the earworm. This is still one of the only solutions I've found to the problem other than eliminating mental stress as much as possible. I know, right? Like a guy who knows the words to that song doesn't have bigger mental fish to fry? True story. Now back to our regularly scheduled thread...
Not counting Isbell, but wouldn't know about Wilco without my significant other......
Not counting Isbell, but wouldn't know about Wilco without my significant other......
True story, Jaimoe. But I think it's technically IN you, not ON you. Kaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn knows what I'm talking about.oh crap . . . its on me . . . . . . .
.. IIRC, this is one of the Arlo Guthrie songs that Tweedy and Billy Bragg recorded. They were from lyrics that his daughter? found that hadn't been previously set to music.
ETA - Woody, not Arlo. Brain fart.