You Upset Me Baby

Some givens: yes, B.B. King sings great. Of course he does—he's B.B. damn King. And, yes, he plays magnificently. Of course he does—as mentioned, he's B.B. damn King.

But the thing that about this gem that makes me laugh every damn time is how the vocals convey just how much he takes it in stride.

Like getting hit by a falling tree? He sounds about as put out as if an errant leaf blown on a breeze stuck to his leg.

School Days

So my son started his freshman year of high school today. And while I come to grips with that emotionally ruinous fact, I need something raw and raunchy to slap myself awake from this broken, crippling catatonia that is now engulfing every ounce of my being.

This'll do.

Too bad these guys never got over their sloppiness and developed some musical discipline, huh?. They could have been something, maybe.

(Though how great is John's off-key tag — "School DAYS!" — at the very end? The answer is, "so very very great.")