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Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Ride, Captain, Ride
Well, here's the thing. 'Ol G.W. Ferguson thinks the Ides of March song rates right up there with Bloodrock's "D.O.A." That's a song about a plane crash, and I wonder if the band knew the letters also stood for Dept. of Aviation (as they, perhaps, unfortunately do here, as these blocks are all over Midway Airport). But, let me pose this to G.W., does that song ever get covered by a Polish polka band at someone's 70th birthday party? To offset this horrible yet mind-bending YouTube from Milwaukee Avenue (AKA Polish Broadway) Hell, I also found a video of Blues Image singing "Ride, Captain, Ride." I've always loved this song, I can hear it playing in my head next month when we pour Harry's ashes over Lake Michigan, but I really don't know what the flaming hell surfboarding has to do with this song. Sure is a cool hole in the rock where they set up the band, though, huh?
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Bloodrock rocks, dude. LOve "DOA." IN fact, that whole album rocks. whoo hoo.
"{D}oes that song ever get covered by a Polish polka band at someone's 70th birthday party?"
Uhhhhh...no.
But wouldn't it be interesting if it did?
On a slightly more serious note, Lou Reed has the perfect song for when they scatter my ashes (those that someone doesn't save in my skull urn) on his Magic and Loss album.
Let me know about the memorial service for Harry.
I love "Ride Captain, Ride". It's another one of those little 45rpm records my brother and I discovered in a bin in my dad's used bookshop.
Must have played it...oh...maybe a thousand times.
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