well, this is my final entry for my birthday month and im under a lot of pressure to wrap this up...have i been true & exposed myself to you via "thoughts processed thru others"? maybe. have i forgotten several songs that reflect me? most likely. will i remember the ones i wanted to play for you? not today, thats a guarantee. will i edit the blog once i notice how ridiculous some of my choices were? hells yeah. that its my thang & do i want to do.
doobie brothers - what a fool believes? (1979)
my 1st rock n roll memory was watching the doobie brothers on a re-run episode (literally, not the person) of "what's happening" in the early 80s. such a colorful performance with lasers and smoke...amazing to see at such a young age. my 3 year old eyes gravitated to the hippie flippin visuals as my soulful ears clinched to the voice of michael mcdonald. years later, i finally saw the irony of the doobie brothers playing for high school kids in the city of watts, ca. um-humm....im sure they wouldve rather had seen earth, wind and fire. but hey...it worked for me!
i always used to (and still do) makeup schizo stories that allow me to pretend that he is my long lost father and somehow in the midst the lies i truly started to believe it. not really, but in that latchkey kid kind of a way. its the same thing as thinking that bill cosby was my dad and uncle phil was really my uncle phil and willis was my brother, but arnold was not, instead he was the annoying boy next door (no relation at all, adopted or not!).
but back to the doobies...they represent every stage of my life, from southern compassion in "blackwater", to mid-heartland soul in "takin it to the streets", to west coast liberation in "listen to the music". it all fits like a glove and matches like an oakland pimp... can you dig it?
listen to music (1972)
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