Blogs are so passe and pretentious. Oh well, here's my blog about music that's stuck in my head when I wake up in the mornings along with adventures of the Cash family and wacky wacky crazy wacky shenanigans.
Showing posts with label The Association. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Association. Show all posts
This is an anti-war song by The Association from their 1967 album "Inside Out." I can't say enough about how much I love this album. This is the last track on it. I particularly love the harmonies, the snare drum and the overall renaissance feel to the song. Nice work Association.
I also read that the Nixon administration discouraged Columbia records from promoting this song. It was getting some radio play and its anti-war sentiments during the peak of the Vietnam war were causing some uproar from fans of the song. I can't confirm if Nixon's involvement was true, but it's a great story if it's true.
The Association are a prime example of a collaborative band: six talented musicians taking writing the songs and switching up singers and instruments. It's hard to find a band these days doing this sort of thing.
I hope you enjoyed this "traysure" of a song ("traysure" is the way Utahns pronounce "treasure")
I don't have much time today, so I won't be as knee-slappingly entertaining as you're used to. Boo Hoo.
The other day, I had a song called "Windy" stuck in my head. I bought the album this song was from for 5 bucks on iTunes. Guess what? The album is really good. It's called "Insight Out" for those who care (nobody probably.)
Today I had another song from the album stuck in my head. This is the second track on the album called "On a quite night." I'm digging this innocent and clean sounding music from the 60s.
The anticipation is killing you, so I will just let you know what today's song is.
Who remembers this song? Although it was written in 1967 and performed by The Association, it seems like it still played on the radio from my childhood. I'm shocked that it was playing in my head this morning, but this is I why I have a blog, eh?
In an odd coincidence, what with the title of this song being called "Windy," exactly a year ago tomorrow, two very interesting things happened to our family.
The first was an enormous wind storm that passed through our city. This is strange for Utah. The winds started, by my memory, at about 2:00 A.M. on the 1st of December. I didn't go back to sleep as I ran from room to room trying to comfort scared kids and light candles. Our power shut on and off throughout the night. I knew that it was very windy, but didn't know the extent of the damage until the sun rose.
In another odd coincidence, I was searching for images of this wind storm online and found a video of some damage. The video happens to be filmed by my neighbor who lives 2 doors down. This is probably boring to most, but I'm gonna post the video anyway. If anything, maybe my great great grand kids will watch this some day if the world hasn't ended, or if they haven't disowned the family. I guess I'm saying you won't hurt my feelings if you don't watch this video.
Anyway, what I'm getting at, is that I have never been through anything like this in my life. In the morning, while the wind was still blowing, I drove around my neighborhood and it looked like a war zone. There were trees everywhere that had fallen, some onto cars, and some even into windows.
Further complicating things for my family was the fact that my dear wife was 9 months pregnant at the time! Not only was she pregnant, she was also very sick and to have no power in the cold winter brought some challenges for us on this day.
Miraculously, except for a glass door that I hated anyway (it shattered) there was no damage to our home, yard, trees, fences- anything. Everybody else I know in the community was not as lucky.
So, with the house in tact, I took pregnant wifey poo and the kids to a hotel, where there would be heat and warm water.
I'm proud of you if you're still with me.
So, long story short, the following day, December 2nd, our boy was born. He came with the wind, and his coming into the world, like the wind, was exciting and frightening. After nearly 10 days in the NICU, and a crippling shoulder injury, we brought our boy home on oxygen. It was a rough few weeks, but ultimately he pulled through and is a perfect as a kid could be.
Happy Birthday, Jude. It's been an amazing, and exhausting year, and I look forward to many more.
