Thursday, July 5, 2012

An American classic

It's almost the end of the Fourth of July (US time). We started the day with greetings to our American friends; here's a bit of rock music nostalgia to close out the day:






To quote Mark Knoffler's words in the song Walk of Life; "Yeah, the boy can play".

8 comments:

Judge Holden said...

Hmmmmm...

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090121064917AAjV7sE

Keeping Stock said...

So I'm a racist now as well as a shill, eh Judge? What happened in your life to make you so bitter and twisted? Is there something I can do to help?

Judge Holden said...

No guy, I don't think you're racist. Just pointing out that the term you used is widely regarded as derogatory and that you should be a bit sensitive to that.

Guntt, that's your cue...

The Gantt Guy said...

I've always loved Hendrix' version, Inv. I've also recently become acquainted with a band called Madison Rising, whose version I also love.

http://venturacountyteaparty.ning.com/video/madison-rising-the-star-spangled-banner?xg_source=activity

Incidentally, Alfonzo Rachel did an excellent vignette about the Hendrix version the other day:

http://www.pjtv.com/?cmd=mpg&mpid=84&load=7152

mark said...

Frederick Douglass: The Meaning of July Fourth for the Negro.

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4h2927t.html


Danny Glover reading the Frederick Douglass speech



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mb_sqh577Zw

bsprout said...

Here is a talented young man doing our National Anthem in his own way:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwmuxMT1TkQ

bsprout said...

When I was much younger I lived in an isolated rural area and often ended up driving long distances at night in my Humber 80. My car stereo was worth more than my car and I used to drown out the rattling noises by listening to the likes of Jimi Hendrix. I can still remember the stereophonic waves of sound crossing from one side of the car to the other while listening to All Along the Watchtower or Voodoo Chile.

The Gantt Guy said...

Dang, sprout! Humber 80 was the first car I remember my parents owning. It was a model from the early sixties (we owned it in the early '80's) and the thing was like a frigging tank! Shame, it was stolen one night from outside our house ... although how the hell the thieves ever got it away without our hearing it I'll never know!