Ill Advised Rocking Out I’m not going to cop out and try to tell anybody that my enjoyment of any of these records I’m going to write about is ironic in some sort of postmodern cocking-a-snook-at-the-squares way because the fact is, I really enjoy crappy attempts by non-Rock ‘n’ Rollers to demonstrate that, even though…
Nacht Yacht Rock #5 $1000 Wedding – Gram Parsons
I’ve already mentioned that I started writing these posts about songs that turned out to not constitute Yacht Rock before I realised what Yacht Rock was and that I didn’t like Yacht Rock – well, hardly any. I thought Yacht Rock just meant MOR Country & Western records. Where I got that idea, I don’t…
Nacht Yacht Rock #4 Lyin’ Eyes – The Eagles.
. 4. The Eagles – Lyin’ Eyes. The records I’ve been writing about all appear on a playlist I’ve made on my phone that I’ve been listening to as I go on my daily walk. I put it together because I realised that I have quite a lot of MOR schlock on it and,…
Nacht Yacht Rock #3 Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love To Town) – Roger Miller.
Roger Miller – Ruby (Don’t Take Your Love To Town). Tragically, there’s only audio of this record on YouTube – I’ve never seen Roger Miller on film or live so I only have photographs of him. I don’t know how he moved or how he sang and that might be for the best because I…
Nacht Yacht Rock #2 I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues – Elton John.
Elton John – I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues. I remember this when it was first out. I wasn’t buying records by that point and wouldn’t have bought this even if I was, even though I really liked it. I still like it – in fact I think it’s fab, but that…
Nacht Yacht Rock #1 Sylvia’s Mother – Dr Hook & The Medicine Show.
I meant to write about Yacht Rock, I really did. I like the word ‘yacht’ on account of how definite it sounds when anybody says it and I like how it’s spelled. I don’t particularly like yachts themselves but nor do I dislike them especially. I don’t know much – no, I don’t know anything about…
Game Of Moans. Or, I Am The Heel That Defends The (Under)whelm(ed) Of Men. And Women.
I like Game of Thrones. Or, rather, I still like Game of Thrones, as in the present tense. I’m not one of those people who get tattoos of it or who call their children Khaleesi or who go on holiday to the locations it’s filmed at, but I enjoy it nonetheless. To qualify that statement…
