Name That Tune   4 comments

Last Friday night, I went with friends to a new wine bar that opened up in the neighborhood. As a very effective means of introduction, they are offering free live music every Friday in August. And you know me. Free? I’m there!

We didn’t know that we should make reservations but fortunately there was one table left –right in front of the stage. I was happy about this. My friends weren’t. They thought the big speaker towering over us might be too loud. I looked up at the stage. I had to admit it was one big honking speaker. But hey, I survived two Who concerts and came away with my hearing intact and who’s louder than The Who? Not even The Stones and after a couple of their concerts my voice took a while to recover from all the screaming but I could hear.

When the warm-up band came on, playing a mix of 60’s through 80’s songs, my friend dragged the table back and out of the speaker’s aim. I stayed put. What wimps this younger generation is,I thought. Well we’re all the same generation, all ,but as much as I hate to admit it, I have over ten years seniority on all three of them.

“I’m fine,” I bragged. “I’m used to this kind of loud music,” adding as a half-humorous afterthought – “or maybe I’ve already lost a lot of my hearing.”

It turned out my original thought was accurate. The second, and arguably, featured  band started up, (a nineties grunge band with a tall statuesque but definitely grungy female lead singer), it was not what I was used to. My ears could take but two songs of the strident guitar strumming guitar and the undecipherable, screamed lyrics. I got up and stood to the side. We left soon after.

Nirvana fans, forgive me but there’s nothing like classic rock, especially the songs that paint a picture, and draw you right into the scene. You see it, feel it, smell it. Know what I mean. No? Sure you do.

Let’s play a game. I’ll tell the story, as I see it and you tell me the name of the song; my version of Name that Tune.

Ready?

Song#1 (In fact the warm up band played this one)

A young man pines for a particular summer of his youth,  spent on his back porch with his buddies, playing his first guitar, one that he bought for practically nothing. But soon the old gang broke up. Some moved away, others got married. No other summer before or after ever matched that one.

Story #2

A young country boy, probably blond, impossibly good-looking and naïve, decides he’s tired of living with the older rich woman in her penthouse. Tells her he’s leaving the city to go back home to the farm where he grew up.

Story #3

Another young man, this one, a talented musician in the city plays music at a working man’s  border-line seedy bar, and succeeds in bringing some joy to the aging, lonely clientele who drink there every night

Too easy, you say? OK try this one.

Story#4

Yet another young man (hey what is this with the young men) comes home with a girl he just met. She lives in what we, in America, call a studio apartment, in England, they call it a bed-sitter. He sits patiently talking all night, and when she hints she has to get up for work in the morning, he goes into the bathroom to sleep in her tub. When she leaves for work in the morning he wakes to find himself alone and so proceeds to….. This song has two interpretations, the G-rated one – light a fire, or the X-rated one (send the children out of the room) he masturbates,

Story #5

A man (young?) just can’t bring himself to end a beach town vacation. He spends his time wandering around, watching the tourists, and then limps home to make his favorite cocktail. Where is he? Puerto Vallarta? San Diego? I personally picture St Thomas, Virgin Islands but then the rum punch doesn’t go with the song.

Okay! Time for the answers

Drum roll please…….

 

Song#1

Summer of ’69,  from the album………..

Song#2

Song #3

Song#4, Norwegian Wood

Song #5

Now I’m off on a mission – to find  “story” songs about young (or not so young) women. And when I find them, we’ll have another round of Name That Tune.

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4 responses to “Name That Tune

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  1. Your blog sure adds to make my day end better! Ahhhh one problem is at my age I can’t remember what I left where anymore so I think I only got 1 of those songs! I do have a story that came back to me when I heard your comment on seeing one empty table. This has also happened to my daughter and I when we went out for a bonding evening. We found a not to bad looking place that was really packed and thought ourselves lucky to get the last table for 2 that no one even made a move to take. So we hurried over to the table and sat down waiting for “some young man” to come by and ask use for our order or ID (always a high lite to an evening : ) before serving us our drinks, this was before I started to loose my looks and memory! Well we sat there bopping to music I noticed that the table was pretty sticky and sure hoped someone would come by to wipe it off. About that time I noticed people turning and looking at us and felt something dripping on my head and so looked up and there were hundreds of bubbles raining down on us…..so much for the sticky table mystery! We kind of gathered up ourselves and acted like we hadn’t noticed the bubbles and decided to go find another bonding place.
    Keep up the song test maybe you might hit on an era I might remember. Your style of music is a little different than mine…..you know I came to Colorado because of John Denver!

  2. Haha, I’m with you man, classic rock is awesome! I’m ok with some 90s stuff, but that classic stuff is, well, classic! You just tell the tale and the tune is already playing in my had, haha! (Yeah, the wandering blog thing is pretty cool)

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