| ||You forgot the most important category: Better for Speeding Down the Highway with Music at Full Volume...and Summer of 69 takes the cake on that one.|
| ||I'm not even reading this article. It is "Night Moves" or nothing. PERIOD! ;)|
| ||this is splendid, andrew, and draws the correct conclusion. and yet:
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
if the anatomy described therein is really incomprehensible to you, than you got less action in high school than you even let on.
| ||I can't help thinking that Don Henley's "Boys of Summer" is more comparable to "Summer of '69" than "Night Moves". From the angle of songs about first sexual experiences, certainly "Night Moves" makes more sense, but. In any case, "Boys of Summer" ought to be considered a kindred spirit to these songs that would definitely be able to hold its own in a competition of this sort.|
| ||This is a fun one, especially since "Night moves" (one of my favorite tunes) won. A slight point of contention, if you look at some old pictures of Seeger (before he got famous) the guy was kind of scrawny. I think the beard, which it seems he was born with, often makes him look bigger in those '70s photos than he really was. Oh sure, he ballooned up by the '80s, but he had his lean days.|
| ||hmmm. You seem to have a habit of writing good articles about shitty music. There is, of course, that special 'something' about Night Moves that stirs the primordial soup of the unconcious mind, and tugs at the very fiber of our creation. You know the part, after the bridge where the chorus girls go 'whoooooo..' and the last piano notes fade out: the quiet, the emptiness. Then, "woke last night to the sound of thunder" Bob starts the solo narrative and contemplates past, the present, and getting older, "Started humming a song from 1962,Aint it funny how the night moves,When you just dont seem to have as much to lose,With autumn closing in..."
The isn't just about nostalgia, it's about the now, it's about the future. It's about everything that's happening, that has already happened, and that will happen to you. It's time. It's the river. It's Siddartha and Buddhism and re-incarnation. Everything is everything. It's some heavy shit. This song is about life and death and what comes after, and you don't know it so much as feel it. What the heck did Bryan Adams every do to hold a candle to that? |