For as long as I can remember, man, I’ve always been puzzled by the lyrics of “White Room,” by the smokin’ hot rock group Cream, man. From the moment I heard it in 1968, I was like, “Whoa, dude.” I was hooked, man. I loved the music, even though I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what it was about, man. So, I went to the library and looked it up. White Room, noun “…a room from which all contaminants have been eliminated and in which temperature, humidity, and pressure are controlled.” –Webster’s New World College Dictionary, 4th Edition That was absolutely no help, man. Why would someone write an entire…
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Legends of the Turntable Five Albums That Rocked the '70s World
Do you remember what you were doing in 1977? The kind of car were driving, or the name of the person you were dating? Or maybe you weren’t even a twinkle in your parents’ eyes yet, and your most rock ‘n’ roll experience to date involves streaming classic hits on your smartphone. Well, buckle up, because, through the wonders of ChatGPT, we’re diving headfirst into the era of shag carpets, disco balls, and some of the most unforgettable classic rock albums of all time. We’re talking about a time when Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours was the soundtrack for every heartbreak, Pink Floyd’s The Wall provided the backdrop for philosophical musings, the…
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What Famous Love Ballads Mean to Beaver Cleaver He's Only Just Begun
Golly, isn’t it something when a song starts playing, and whoosh! You’re like a time traveler, zooming back to when life was as sweet as Mom’s apple pie. Just like that tune “We’ve Only Just Begun” by The Carpenters, it reminds me of starting new adventures, like the time Wally and I decided to build that fort in the backyard. Or “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston, gosh, it’s like when you have to say goodbye to a best pal, but you know deep down, you’ll always be friends. And hey, remember “Longer” by Dan Fogelberg? It’s like those endless summer days, playing catch until the streetlights come…
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I Mastered The Theremin To Get Laid And I’m not ashamed to admit it
“I could play that.” “What are you talking about?” “That. That eerie music thingy.” “Do you mean the theremin?” “Yeah. Well, I don’t know what you call it, but I bet you I could learn how to play it.” “You’re on. I’ll bet you can’t learn how to play Over the Rainbow on the theremin in a month. If you lose, you have to take me out to dinner. If you win, I’ll take you out. I’ll even show you my nipples.” And so, I was off and running in my continuing quest to learn how to play yet another musical instrument — this time the theremin — and get…
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(Don’t Let Me Be) The Last Virgin in Saigon Song writing isn't as easy as it looks... even when you're trying to slide into home
I’d been fogging up the windows with Magda Biedermann for the better part of our senior year. As graduation approached, I had only one thing on my mind: consummating our relationship (and coincidentally, losing my standing as a virgin) before being drafted and sent off to Vietnam. Her motives were considerably more funereal: she wanted to get married and carry our little bun in her oven. My rapaciousness was no match for Magda’s wholesome ambitions, so progress was painfully slow. While I was able to reach first base through a cunning synthesis of deception, chicanery and Olympic-class flexibility, there were no indications that I’d get any further, let alone slide…