Music Monday

Stupid DSL! It keeps just punking out on me with no warning. Thus I am working on things one moment, and the next the "line" is dead and my little ethernet box thingy is flashing red instead of green.

Today I'm taking you back to 1978, when I was all of seven years old. My dad was a huge musical influence on me, and because of him, I grew up listening to all kinds of cool stuff. This song, which almost seems to me like two songs, was one of them. I'm probably the only person in the world who prefers the first half to the second half, though.



And as a bonus because I am feelng particularly magnanimous, an extra Gerry song that I truly love as well. Boring vid, but minimize the screen and turn up the volume!

Comments

dgm said…
Although Gerry Rafferty has been burned on the soundtrack of my formative years, I never cared for his music. And yet, those songs were everywhere! Rafferty's music didn't give me nausea (like most of Eric Clapton), but it was always unsettling to me. Don't know why.

Which is not to say I don't appreciate Music Monday, cuz I do!
9:26 AM
Suz Broughton said…
These are like the soundtrack to riding in my mom's station wagon--which is both a good and bad thing.

Me too, like Music Monday.
11:19 AM
Sunshine said…
Have these both on my music player on my computer, Baker Street is probably also on my iPod. Takes me back to the 70s!!
6:41 PM
Ted said…
Have you head the Foo Fighters cover of "Baker Street?" It's actually pretty good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axdBNCovYBc
10:45 AM
dr sardonicus said…
"Baker Street" was far and away Gerry Rafferty's finest hour. I need to haul City To City out of the stacks and play it someday.

The sax player's name is Raphael Ravenscroft.
11:57 PM
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