Sunday, August 24, 2014
I Don't Know Who Umphrey's McGee Is...
...but I'd rather listen to them play Hey Nineteen than listen to Steely Dan play it now. It's painful to hear Donald Fagen croak out these songs. He never could sing, but it really didn't matter back in the day. He and Becker wrote these wonderful things, and you understood why he couldn't entrust them to anyone else to perform properly. Sorry, but now you can't trust yourself.
Sooner or later it's not your turn anymore. People take your place. You may not like it, but it's the way of the world. You could be like Ray Kurzweil, self-absorbed and dreaming of paying bemused men in lab coats to Ted Williams your noggin after you shuffle off this mortal coil, but you're wasting your time. Believe me, Ray, no matter how much money you pay those guys to Birds Eye your head, they'll get high after lunch and accidentally kick out the plug while they're playing hacky sack, plug it back in when they sober up and realize what they've done, and when they finally defrost you and sew your head on a used Japanese sex doll with a Pentium chip where your heart used to go, you'll be about as useful as a Kardashian. Young people take your place in the lineup eventually, and you can go with it, or just turn into an old guy telling anyone that's willing to listen that you really used to be sumfin'. And Ray, you have no idea how to hit a curve ball, so your frozen head will be completely useless anyway.
Elderly people should command respect for what they've accomplished. That's different than trying to play T Ball when you're forty. Young people are a barrel of beer, and old people are a fine liqueur -- if they're smart enough to keep distilling their whole life. The world needs mugs of beer and vitality, the same as it needs a digestif after a moveable feast. Serving them at the wrong time ruins the effect.
In a weird sort of a way, performing Hey Nineteen is low-level work. It should be left to the young grunts. Donald Fagen should be running a record company or writing or something, instead of dragging his elderly ass all over the landscape making gargling sounds about feeling old when he was thirty years younger than he is now.
If you're old and reading this, if it makes you feel any better, I'd be willing to get up a lynch mob of geriatrics to beat some sense into the cameraman, just so we can keep our hand in.
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Uncle Gagdad still got skilz, youngblood!
I'll put you down for the lynch mob, anyway. OK, there's two.
Make it three. This geriatric reports for duty, too.
I'm in @ sixty-seven and counting.
What the punks need is a good hard punch in the face. That's just to get their attention.
Saw an interview with Robert Hunter, who wrote a few (hundred) tunes with Jerry Garcia. Hunter, old then (younger than I now), was reminiscing about past adventures and excesses when he suddenly paused, got a little misty, and said, "Oh, that those times would come again..." He then got a twinkle in his eye and said, "Ah but they will! Just not for us!" Sign me up for your decrepit delinquents - I know all the hurty parts on the body, it's kind of like the opposite of accupuncture...
I saw Steely Dan about 20 years ago. They still sounded good. I could still hear well, then, too.
Umphrey's McGee comes out of the jam band world and they are good young punks.
Open your geriatric mind to something new!
It's the band's name. He's got a thing for odd band names :-)
Umphrey's McGee is one of the best bands period. All the "geries" out there should check out one of their shows. Their improvs will keep your brain young, that is, if you can keep up. Don't worry though, they'll throw in a cover (Steely Dan) for the old farts and to educate the young punks. From an old fart UM fan
I see reading for comprehension is no longer on the menu at college. Or high school. Or grammar school. Or kindergarten...
First Dire Straights, now Steeley Dan. Have you no sense of dignity??
OTO, put me down for a shot at the "cameraman".
He needs educatin'!
And what Leslie said...
Render unto youth the things that are youth's...
I haven't caught up with your writing for a while, and am pleased you like Umphrey's McGee. This is the best sound production video I can find at this point. Like riding in a car going nowhere in particular, but very pleasantly.
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