In a neat bit of confluence, the first day of 2014 coincides with my 2,000th Song of the Day post. Funny to think that’s been destined to be the case since I posted Song of the Day #1 on July 25, 2008, but I didn’t know it until now.
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Song of the Day #1,824: ‘Miss You’ – The Rolling Stones
Los Angeles is so different from San Francisco. In the immediate aftermath of traveling to both cities, my take is that I love visiting San Francisco as a tourist but I could see myself living in L.A.
It sounds funny, but we kind of ran out of touristy things to do in Los Angeles after a few days. So we spent a lot of time doing things we might do back home — going to the movies, shopping, walking through pretty promenades. And browsing at what has to be the greatest music store in the country — Amoeba Music.
Song of the Day #1,803: ‘Moonlight Mile’ – The Rolling Stones
I’m still in the process of discovering just how great the Rolling Stones were. Perhaps I should say “are” as the band is still touring together 42 years after today’s song was released, but I doubt they’ve had anything as good as Sticky Fingers or ‘Moonlight Mile’ in them for a long time now.
They still sound great, though. Keith Richards is as ingenious a guitar player as ever and Mick Jagger still sings the hell out of every song. But it was their songwriting that really set them apart.
Song of the Day #1,546: ‘Brown Sugar’ – The Rolling Stones
My final featured artist in the musical genome is the trickiest of the bunch.
The Rolling Stones don’t fit neatly into any of my categories. While they have tried their hand at the country genre a few times (with both good and bad results), I can’t see placing them in ‘Country Plus.’ They aren’t really a pop or folk band, tracing their origins more to the blues tradition. Neither do they fit in the ‘Piano’ or ‘Melancholy’ groups.
Song of the Day #1,472: ‘Wild Horses’ – The Rolling Stones
I’ve bought nine new albums so far this year and they’re split pretty evenly between mild disappointment and happy surprise.
Over the next nine days, I’ll feature a song from each of those albums and write a mini review of each. To satisfy my pathological urge to make lists, I’ll feature them in order from worst to best.
Meet Me In Montauk 