Perceptions and perspectives and life’s a trip.
Now that I’ve stepped back from writing/blogging for a while, I spend more time lollygagging around YouTube looking for interesting history stuff, including music of my youth.
I remember as a preteen (<1968) in Chicago loving the hits by Eric Burton and the Animals
House of the Rising Sun,
We Gotta Get Outta This Place,
When I Was Young,
San Francisco Nights,
Paint it Black,
specially House of the Rising Sun, when no one was around I’d sing along giving it all the pre-pubescent soul I could muster.
When I Was Young made me think about how I wanted to grow up and escape.
Song after song by these Animals grabbed me back then, so much so that the past few days listening to their music
I get these memory flashes from those days of exploring Chicago in ever widening circles
with the Animals playing the soundtrack coming across the AM radio.
Though I knew their music well, I never paid much attention to them or any band for that matter. Poor boy too many other things to focus on.
Still for me his voice was very cool, it spoke of age and experience, one tough dude that had been around.
Though I hadn’t given it much thought over the decades beyond the occasional song coming on the radio and it remaining as special and timeless as ever.
Then last week I came across a documentary
“Eric Burdon - The Animals And Beyond (Awesome Documentary)”
Learned all the things about the group that I had never gotten around to asking.
Got to watch this voice that so mesmerized me.
Fascinating fun program, I mean this guy in his way is in a league with Freddie Mercury when it comes to power of his voice,
even if Eric’s is of a totally different character than Freddie’s, it’s still unique and solid and resonates with that magic something that few have and can’t be faked Mick.
It’s a cool documentary, though it was a trip realizing and it took a while to get over the fact that this voice that I’d built into some kind of mythical being turned out to be a pimple-faced teenager. Amazing. What a kid he must of been. It’s funny even after moving to the SF Bay Area I never knew all that much about these bands I was listening to - later in life finally catching up on watching old videos of those old bands on stage - I sometimes think it’s just as well, that I mainly had a sonic familiarity the bands that moved me.
So guess my question -
What do you think looking back on the bands you loved as a kid?
How many of your favorites have survived the test of time?