A while since I've done this. I really don't want to make it a regular thing, but rather something I do, simply, when I feel like it. I've spent a lot of time this weekend in the mountains thinking and deliberating about where this blog goes over time — including my entrepreneurial commercial inklings (that will never touch the nature of this blog as free, open to all, relevant, and au courant).
Let me make this straight to the point. Zanadu, Rush. Long version. You don't get to Alex Lifeson's best until nearly 9 minutes in — not to say there's not plenty to enjoy all along the way.
Here's what I promise you: when I do this, I'll never blog songs about dumb, blond, bent-over sluts on the beach (but feel fee to point me to those who do :).
Off the wall: Back in the late 80's my buddy, Paul Stiles, and I found ourselves in Jakarta, Indonesia one very late evening. We'd become weary of "block 'M', for those who know (the expat district), and ventured out. It was at least past midnight, very dark, probably not smart doings. At a point, we heard interesting music coming from a building down a dark alley. Admittedly, Paul was more adventuresome than I (and a few years younger) and he kind of dragged me along, though I must admit that the sound was compelling in a way I had never known.
We reached the end of the alley, and then into the dark building, and up 4 or five filghts of darkly lit stairs. And then, we came to the door from whence the intoxicating and mesmerizing sound was coming.
It was an Arab nightclub with a live band. We stood there for an hour or two, just observing. Whenever I hear hysterical fear of the Arab world in general, I always recall that setting.
I'll never forget it.
All that's to say that I've been digging around for "Arabian Bar Grooves" this afternoon and have turned up some interesting stuff. If I can, I'll blog some of it in the future.