Rod to Nowhere

 

Welcome to Day 7 of the badly titled Everyone Has Got one Good Song blog thing.

I was thinking of building the ultimate playlist with one simple rule. One artist. One song. Each day will feature a song by an artist whose birthday is that day and then nine other songs by nine different artists just because people like things to be in tens.

The playlist is here - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4exU9MUJMWaouOgnu7zmSl?si=I5fqk7VpQX6aDGec7xvqsQ&pi=e-IfIWXc5GT56R

 

So, the idea was that you might want to follow and share and either have the playlist yourself or do your own or chat about it with me, you could use the hashtag #EHGOGS.

I’m on Twitter X thing as @fourfoot

Today’s selection.

Our featured birthday artist is Rod Stewart. Maggie May reminds me of being young and fucking stupid and playing pool and talking about girls in the Elephant and Castle pub in Carmarthen. Blur covered it once and it was shit.

The other songs today….

The Stations – Gutter Twins. In the red corner! Greg Dulli. In the blue corner! Mark Lanegan. Overall I thought this collaboration was merely ok but I really like this one song. Yeah it’s all DRUGS AND RELIGIOUS IMAGERY AND PORTENTOUS BARITONE VOCAL but sometimes those ingredients still rock. I mean, who doesn’t secretly still love a crisp sandwich.

Wash in the Rain – Bees. Reminds me of Saturday mornings playing keepie uppy with my equally hungover brother in my flat, soccer AM on in the background, nothing ahead of us except probably getting on it in the evening and some bacon sandwiches before that.

Sommer – Ironsides. I think Roy (badwool9 on twitter) introduced me to this through his excellent setlists he kindly shares online. It’s some smooth classic instrumental bluesy soul thing. The kind of music that hits you in the solar plexus when you’re walking down some busy city streets. Doesn’t quite work on a woodland stroll but still worthwhile.

Understand – Anna St Louis. I’m sure I should be living in some dustbowl shithole with one bar in the midWest somewhere. My capacity for mournful women singing sad country songs is quite large.

Everything is Simple – Widowspeak. This lot should be huge but they aren’t and life’s unfair. If you like Big Thief, Lana Del Rey, anything with a haunted female vocal and even the vaguest hint of Americana you’ll love them. They’re touring the UK in spring and I’m going to see them and I can’t wait.

Eye on the Sparrow – Chuck Johnson. More instrumental stuff. I’ve forgotten where I’ve heard the phrase “eye on the sparrow” recently, I think it was in a poem I read. Anyway, this is lovely.

Madonna – Black Honey. This is quite good in a kind of yeah fuck it update Daisy Chainsaw for the 2020s or something kinda vibe.

Wired from Sound – Spare Snare. I first heard this Cliff cover in late 1995 on John Peel. I can remember it was snowing heavily outside and I had to go meet my family at the service station a mile from my house. I had taped this and it was on my Walkman so I crossed these white fields and I’m listening to Peel and my feet are cold and I met my family in this overpriced café thing and we had a kind of impromptu Christmas lunch there. It was nice. I walked back home. Rewound Spare Snare for the playback. I don’t know anything else about them. They’re probably teachers now. Or social workers. Or something.

DANCE (MSTRKRFT remix) – massive gear change to finish. An absolute banger introduced to me by Cardiff City/Walthamstow FC superfan Ben James. I miss that boy. He’s a lovely lad.

Tomorrow, we have ten more….including one from birthday girl Mary J Blige.