Loose Threads: The Nick Moss Extreme Evangelism Extravaganza
If I had called it a loose end, I’d have to start singing Springsteen and that’s not what I want to talk about right now.
Last week I went and saw Nick Moss & The Flip Tops here in Huntsville. I talked a little bit about that last week, but the BIGBOY writeup was published at BC Magazine. I could always re-post it here (and I might at some point). In the meantime, you can check it out there.
Since then, I’ve been yammering on about the evening and the music to anyone who will listen. TheWifeToWhomI’mMarried is used to this but I think even she was rubbed a little raw from the constant yakking about Nick Moss & The Flip Tops. I’ve started yapping about them again here at work. I’ve already piqued one co-worker’s interest, letting him borrow Live at Chan’s and Play It ‘Til Tomorrow. I loaned a couple other co-workers Gerry Hundt’s solo record Since Way Back and have gotten positive feedback.
It was so hard not to just buy the whole “merch table” at the show and start handing those CDs out to friends, co-workers, and complete strangers. This is how great music affects me. It’s not enough for me to know it’s great. I need you to know it, too. I don’t need you to know it to justify my interest in it; I know the shit’s good. I need you to know it because — and this is so not like me — I want everyone to feel as good as I feel when I listen to something great. Life improvement is one CD away, I promise.
I wanted to do this with Guster’s Ganging Up On The Sun a couple years ago. I’ve felt this way about other CD’s since. Dan Wilson’s Free Life comes to mind. The new Counting Crows record is another. Now, I’m deeply committed to promoting the collected works of Nick Moss & The Flip Tops. Hell, I think we should all own the entire Blue Bella Records roster of CDs. Gerry’s CD is great. I love the Bill Lupkin and Killborn Alley records from last year, too.
I’m out to convert one of you lot. Resistance is futile. I’m not giving up.
Filed under: Tags: Counting Crows, Dan Wilson, Guster, Nick Moss & The Flip Tops
Pimp the blues and let the pricey PR firms the record companies use do their jobs for the rockers. The blues needs you more.
For me, the one truth about the blues above all other music is the intimacy of most concerts, of the music itself. It deserves greater recognition and not the second class, “history lesson” treatment it normally gets.
Rock stars have tons of money thrown at them for albums and concerts, but not the blues guys (with a couple of exceptions). Yammer all you want about rockers, but realize you’re just one small voice in a symphony. Talk about the blues and your voice carries for hundreds, if not thousands, of miles.