2 from Linda Ronstadt - Atlanta 1977
by mkovac (2019-09-22 22:16:04)
Edited on 2019-09-23 03:21:35

In reply to: Linda Ronstadt biopic opened last week. For any 70s  posted by Rosecrea

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1977 was a good year for her, as it was for ND.

Following up on abqgant's post below, where he gave us two of Linda Ronstadt's hits, please indulge my admiration for her singing Poor Poor Pitiful Me and Buddy Holly's It Doesn't Matter Anymore.

First, Poor Poor Pitiful Me.
You don't see too many songs where everyone turns to the drummer in admiration for his treatment of a song. This is one of them.

And, if I'm not mistaken, it looks like a fretless bass is being played.



And, now, It Doesn't Matter Anymore.
One of my favorites of Buddy Holly (written by Paul Anka). This version just slays me. You can feel the respect she has for the rock icon. In my mind's eye, Buddy Holly is to her left and a single light comes down to illuminate him singing the song with her.
I like to think he was there in Atlanta that night, onstage with her. In fact, I'm certain he was.
Buddy Holly was a true romantic. He proposed to Maria only five hours into his first date with her. Five hours. Five hours. Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time.




Some of my favorites
by Kayo  (2019-09-23 09:09:43)     cannot delete  |  Edit  |  Return to Board  |  Ignore Poster   |   Highlight Poster  |   Reply to Post







Is it heresy to say that even though I love the original, this next one is better?



Brighten your Monday with collection of Linda Ronstadt covers linked below.
Thank you.
by mkovac  (2019-09-23 12:13:05)     cannot delete  |  Edit  |  Return to Board  |  Ignore Poster   |   Highlight Poster  |   Reply to Post

Rock Me On The Water just destroys me whenever I hear it.

I can’t explain it. It just does. So does Bob Dylan’s last verse, which instills hope, in A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall.

My wife and I have seen Jackson Browne here in town three times, and when he plays this song, I have to get out the handkerchief.

The song brings up memories of the past, not all good, and its lyrics hit me right in the chest and swirl around and won’t leave without a sense of wonder and respect, not the least of which is sadness, recalling his and my mutual friend, Mirandi Babitz, talking of her conversations with him of his lost wife shortly after she passed.

I’ve never met him, but he feels like a friend when I hear his music or when someone else sings his songs.
A lot of good music came from that group of friends.
by cincysubdomer  (2019-09-23 18:28:54)     cannot delete  |  Edit  |  Return to Board  |  Ignore Poster   |   Highlight Poster  |   Reply to Post

Ronstadt, Browne, Zevon, Frey, Souther.