A Hard Day’s Night
For those who will count; the answer is 42. If you get more than 30…you are good…very, very good!
This boy was fixing a hole in a fragrant piece of Norwegian wood when in came my son Jay….probably through the bathroom window.
We exchanged an enthusiastic good morning and I asked if something drove him down the long and winding road to pops’ house.
To my delight, he said, “I didn’t come for money…you never give me your money pops; I came to ask your opinion on the greatest sixties band? I was at Michelle’s yesterday and she and lovely Rita were discussing just who was that decades best band.”
Now because I’m a loser and because I was slowly going nowhere man, I decided to help, though I should’ve known better.
“Well Jay, I said, what did the girls think?”
He then told me that Michelle thought the Stones were tops but Rita felt it was Cream.
I countered by saying that “I’ll start a mild revolution with your girl friends so they can see more clearly that they missed the mark; dig it!
Now take this from me to you, the Stones produced some brilliant hard driving Rock but their lack of superior melody and interesting lyrics makes me want to get back to a more deserving group.” I then asked my son if we could come together and sing the body of any Stones hit other than ‘Satisfaction’…the two of us couldn’t for each other and we couldn’t for no one else either.
Next, I feel fine that Cream was mentioned but their time together was brief. Outside of ‘Sunshine of your love’ and ‘White Room’ their body of work was meager, mainly because Clapton left the band to become a paperback writer. Anyway, Cream like many sixties bands, were like comets, straight up, a brief plateau, then a crash to earth where it all disintegrated.
Just then the phone rang and I had a brief conversation with friend Val. It consisted of little more than hello, goodbye as she wished me well on my birthday.
As I disconnected, Jay said, “she (Val) loves you dad,” to which I muttered “yeah, yeah…yeah…and I love her too.” I then asked for a reminder to tell his mom that Val, a notorious day tripper would visit next week with both us and Dr. Robert…unless there’s rain.
Anyway, back in my kitchen (not in the USSR), we continued.
At Jay’s prodding I mentioned The Beach Boys as having staying power for the decade; they had some great melody and harmonies but never really got past singing to teens….much like the Four Seasons.
You won’t see me mentioning the Doors though; they were ok as long as Morrison wasn’t doing his dopey Lizard or Sun King bit…but the best of the sixties? Please tell me why?….or please please me, just for fun!
If we could imagine however, a group that put out hundreds of songs with beautiful melodies and sparkling lyrics…a group that not only changed ‘with’ the times but ‘changed the times,’ we’d have a winner.
“But now, I said, I’m so tired, I just need to slow down; we can work it out when I’m 64” … ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on… The end.
PS I love you!