On the Half Shell

I’m on break from work right now.  We don’t go back into the classroom until the thirtieth of January.  That leaves me lots of glorious free time.  To fill it, I’ve been traveling, writing, doing other creative stuff, reading, surfing the www, and indulging my varied whims.  I’ve also been listening to music.

I have this huge music collection on the hard drive of my Acer laptop.  There must be several hundred albums stored in that brain that’s not a flesh-and-blood brain.  Heck, my machine’s probably got more memory capacity than I do, low-tech gadget that I am.

Lately, I’ve been making an effort to listen to stuff I haven’t heard for awhile.  A few days ago, I noticed that I hadn’t double clicked on Blue Öyster Cult for a long time, months actually, or maybe even longer than that, so I quickly made amends for this oversight.  (By the way, this site, the band’s official web page, provides a really good history of group.)

I’ve decided to blog a couple of tracks from two of my B. Ö. C. CDs.  The first one is “She’s as Beautiful as a Foot,” a tune with one of the greatest titles of all time.  It’s from their self-titled debut album, released in 1972.  The second one, “I Love the Night,” is from the 1977 release, Spectres.  Both are as groov-a-licious as all get out!

I’ve got talented ears, but I don’t know how to write about really good music.  There’s just too much beauty and wonder there for me to be able to say anything that sounds the least bit sensible.  Instead, I’ll just talk about what I think about when I hear rock like this.

I’m reminded of my long-haired and wild-haired youth.  I’m reminded of West Texas and warm summer nights.  I’m reminded of fast cars and pretty girls and good friends and hard partying.

I’m well aware that this probably makes me sound really old and nostalgic.  I guess that’s apropos.