Someone please tell me why I haven’t been moved by a song since Steve Winwood’s “Back in the High Life Again”? Seriously, I’d rather listen to a Huey Lewis b-side than anything that comes on the radio. Before you say…
But Shabaas, what about this band or that band or this album…shut the fuck up. Just shut up. If the song doesn’t have seven synthesizers, a Lithuanian triangle player, and an overweight bassist who smells like old crockpots and BLT’s, fuck your song. Where are the real vocalists? The Tom Waits, the Paul Rodgers, the John Foggertys – all of whom sound like they marinate their cigarettes in asphalt and medical waste before EATING them. I’m not an elitist. I’m being real. Nowadays, every gawd damn singer sounds like Eddie Vedder making love to Dennis DeYoung on Peaches and Herb’s patio furniture.
