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[i.e., another blast from the past that's been on high rotation lately]
so the other night eric clapton's cocaine comes up on shuffle as it does from time to time, and at some point after i settle in to enjoy its well-worn but eternally-cool groove--but before i allow its seductive strains to completely lull me back to its place and time--i suddenly remember it's really not eric clapton's cocaine at all.
it's actually j.j. cale's cocaine [just like it was j.j. cale's after midnight, but who's counting--right, eric?].
which got me thinking about j.j. cale, and about that day back in 1971 when my young, impressionable 14-year-old ass first heard the song which is the subject of this post and thus became aware of the existence of this guy who made music that was utterly unlike anything else on the radio at that time.
like pretty much everything else he's written, crazy mama has been covered by pretty much everybody under the sun--but unlike all the others, it's his own version of this one that's stood the test of time.
seriously, if you know a cooler song than this, please lemme know.
4 comments:
Guttermorality has eclectic musical tastes.
What I do not understand is how you never got the dance music bug that I see in just about every other gay guy on the planet.
For what it's worth, neither did I.
noblesavage: i had to go back in time to find the paragraph which answers your question:
"as acclimated as i'd eventually become to gay life, never again would i feel at home in a club, on a dance floor or with the music of my tribe--for better or worse, that fleeting feeling of communal belonging, along with many other things, was buried along with one of the best friends i ever had."
nice to know your encyclopedic memory isn't infallible after all.
Thanks for the remember.
Well, that was a bummer.
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