It’s not that I especially love to listen to Motörhead. I do not feel an unstoppable urge to shout my insatiable anger towards the world. But I must say that those guys rock!
They’ve been on the show for so long. Through thick and thin they overcame. They have always been considered outcast. Maybe beacause they have the fans that get tattooed “Motörhead” or “Lemmy” all over the face. Yet, they endured longer than most of the bands.
About Lemmy, from what I’ve heard he is medically dead since 2003. Actually he read that he was dead in the news a couple times… I guess one should start worrying a bit when you drink two bottles of Jack and smoke two packs of Lucky everyday. Lemmy seems to think that the doctors should not worry so much about his little habits.
Lemmy actually seems to think a lot of things, particularly the kind of things one should avoid saying when they are supposed to respect a contract. Lemmy often says what he thinks…
Like me you might find the two pimples on his left cheek incredibly repulsive. Again Lemmy is full of surprises: he is featured in the June 2006 issue of Maxim magazine as one of the top 10 “Living Legends of Sex”. He acknowledges: “I never said 2,000 (women). I said 1,000. It’s probably 1,200 or so now”. I do not know much about Lemmy beauty standards, but the figure is still… I’d rather not qualify it… (still got a romantic image to protect).
You could find a lot of adjectives to qualify Motörhead and his bassist/singer. Probably picking up more pejorative than ameliorative ones. Yet when I think of it, I cannot restrain from uttering one and only one…
Impressive!
The song and the web map:
Hey joe! Guess what happened last night? I was on the crosstown traffic near the fire and quess what? I saw an angel walking with a midnight lamp near the highway chile. You know where it is right? Close to the watchtower, made of sand and the huge star spangled banner representing a machine gun. Well anyway, it was quite a shock! You know like being stabbed by a dolly dagger or like if 6 was 9… See what I mean? Some kind of a sweet, gentle surprise.
She was hot you know, a real foxy lady, with the gypsy blood, the voodoo child look and all you know. So I said: hey baby you and we gotta live together. I sware you I did man! Shit I was bold as love. She was playing it shy like: oh can you see me?! So I said: sure babe! I know it sounds crazy! But who knows what the power of love can do?!
She was under my charm man! She said we could find a way. I just had to wait until tomorrow at the red house. Once there, I had to feel the little wing listen to the earth blues and if I was really into it, the wind would cry mary and she would regain her freedom.
Weel as you guess I woke right afterwards, but man! I still have purple hazes all in my brain! I mean, that was so beautiful. If only the magic could have lasted a bit longer. Just a bit longer… Who knows all the wonders I could have discovered?
Today I woke up in cold sweat. I dreamt that there were only men in this world; I thought we could only have sex with machine. Then a white lightning struck and it was sunny outside. Ooooh! I felt so good! Sunrays started to hot my pants… It was time for payback. Hey America heard me! I was back and I was proud! I got up of that bed on the good foot, took my dad’s brand new bag and had a funky good time… Chicago’s ladies had a hell of a stormy Monday!
We all know James Brown. The Godfather is far far away now, but the groove remains. And what a groove! I could talk about it for hours, so let’s juste select one song…. Funky drummer!
Not so famous, not so original, but so powerful! The intro’s smoothness! James’ voice (and poetical lyrics 
over the perfect blend of all instruments! What a song! Yet, it has not been called funky drummer for no reason! It is really amazing to have such a beat whith so much softness. The drums is not especially deep, flat or loud, even the bass is very light. Then, how can they get our feet to move like that?? Well I guess that this the funk’s magic!
funky drummer
Here is nice web map about:
SLY AND THE FAMILY STONE
A great band that mixed soul and funk in a creative whirlwind. You cannot miss the specific colour of their sound. Dance to the Music, I get High on you, If you want me to stay, The Underdog, Family Affair… All these famous hits have inspired the new generation (the Red Hot, Jamiroquai, George Clinton…).
Live performances were amazing; people danced on the stage, the band improvised a lot and Sly was just amazing. His voice seemed to be made to bounce on Larry Graham’s (the guy who invented slap) groovy bass line.
Another point that explains the whole magic of Sly and the Family Stone is their fight against racism. At a time were black music was highly feared and criticised by the WASP they managed to write engaged song (such as the beautiful: don’t call me nigger whitey). Moreover, their band mixed black and white players. The result was certainly the best example that such a union could be most fruitful. Then came the usual troubles: drugs, big ego and divides… And the story ended.
Anyway, the groove remains the same. If DJs were playing more funk like Sly’s in the clubs, I am sure that there would not be so many guys drinking at the bar. Any time you need to cheer up, just listen to Sly. Your mouth will start smiling and your feet will start taping. Watch out, some say that after a few minutes the devil could go inside your head and make you dance like a demon…
