Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Confessions
I'm a pretty big fan of Judas Priest, but the only album I can almost sing word for word is "Ram It Down".
How about you?
On another note, Iron Maiden killed it at the White River Amphitheater last night. For some reason, guitarist Dave Murray looks like an alcoholic woman to me. That's not a knock against him or anything. He's an amazing dude, along with everyone else in the band. (LC)
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The fact is that Ram it Down has quite a few fillers. Every Priest album has it's fillers, but the great songs on this release harness something particularly absent on all those 70's releases and give us an electricity that I'm not sure was even possible with the arcane recording technology that many decades ago. The handful of songs that make this album, I'd take to the grave over the entirety of the boring Jimmy Carter worship they were cutting their teeth on back when Charles Bronson needed them the most. The albums immediately preceding this release were very good though. It's like, are you a George 'The Animal' Steele guy, or a Million Dollar Maniac? I say everybody's got a price!
ReplyDeleteThe reason why I wanted to comment, though, is because I also think Dave Murray looks like a drunk old woman, and there is one drunk old woman in particular, a regular at one of my least favorite destinations here in town, that has always looked oddly familiar. You've made the connection for me, but don't ask me for pics. She's a very nice lady. I wonder whether
Dave Murray or the old drunk lady would be more offended. Murray has a warm smile, though, and I'd imagine he has a great recipe for beef stew with potatoes and homemade crusty bread.
That's not the entire reason. After reading this post a few hours ago, I wandered down to said hellhole for a bite to eat, as all my pots and pans are in the dishwasher, you see. The nice old lady was elsewhere, but the bar maiden flashed a welcome smile when I arrived and discreetly queued up a handful of selections by some of history's greatest monsters of rock. I must have looked handsome. Soon, an old Motley Crue hit faded into the only opus to which I've ever voluntarily pledged tribute in front of a crowd. Nothin' But a Good Time, from my favorite Poison album, and the only album that I've committed to memory from start to end. It wasn't a good time at this bar, though I appreciate my beautiful companion's gesture, so I left.
Good comment ^^
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