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Today's Song of the Day Faster, Manic Street Preachers, 1994 I am ... an architect? I am a pioneer? I am stronger than Mensa, Miller, and Mailer? Whoa. Maybe I am ... I’m thinking I am not quite awake, yet, on this gloomy, cold Monday morning. Wait. Just realizing these are Manic lyrics and riffs in my head right now. Oh wow, I haven't thought about The Manic Street Preachers in a beat, y’all. Love love love James Dean Bradfield. Yes, please, to a literal Manic Monday. What a

I think I Love You, The Partridge Family, 1970 So, yeah, yeah, yeah. There's something knocking at my brain. "This morning I woke up with this feeling ... " Oh my goodness, earworm gods, what is happening right now? I never dreamed I would wake up thinking this thought much less commit it to the written word but: "I Think I Love You" by The Partridge Family is a really good song, y'all. It's true. Yep. I thought it, wrote it, and released it into the wild. So, that just happe

Finale: Welcome to the human race The final performance of the Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s Labor Day weekend stand – ELO’s “Mr. Blue Sky” – was the epitome of ending on a high note. What an uplifting song, friends, to close out an absolutely uplifting life experience. Those Fiddleworms and friends really get it, y’all. Russell Mefford, Mitch Mann, Clint Bailey, Scott Todd, Steve Vickery, Michael Dillon Curington, Alyssa Guin, Marie Lewey, Cindy Walker, Andrew Granlund – thank

Cold Gin, KISS, 1974 Brrrr. The chill in the house this morning forced me from under the covers long enough to sprint to the thermostat and turn on the heat for the first time this season. I'm so glad my heater's not broke. I need some fuel. Is it cold gin time? Good one, universe. I still can't believe Ace is gone. This one hurts so bad, y'all. Ace was a real-life superhero. I bet he was legit 7-feet-tall in his platform space boots. The thing is, he was also just a guy. He

Never Been to Spain, Three Dog Night, 1971 I woke up from a nightmare with this old song jockeying to be my new friend. Hmmm. How about that? "Never Been to Spain" is a bluesy odd sort of power ballad that's been stalking me this week. I'm not mad at all ... just surprised because it feels a little off brand for me. I admit, I'm kind of in love with this song right now. It makes me think of my bestie. He's a rare gem who makes my life better with zero work. He's seen a lot of

Part 20: I’ll try to love again Just when we thought it was safe to go back into the water, Angela Hacker's final performance of the Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s two-night stand absolutely devoured us. Oh, there's something in the water, y’all, that's for sure, and it's more dangerous than any ole shark. Yeah. It's this little thing called "three chords and the truth" at the hands of a master. Angela is one dangerous siren, friends, and I will never get enough of her song. Sur

Part 19: Sing all night long As the Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s two-night stand was drawing to a close, the world-famous Fiddleworms and friends had the audacity to ask all the thought-provoking questions, y’all. Thankfully, me and 700 of my closest friends had all the very simple answers. Yep, all the questions were asked and answered in Florence’s historic Shoals Theatre that night, friends. Wayne Chaney, Bob Wray, and Donny Carpenter joined the Fiddleworms and kicked off t

Part 18: Writing’s on the wall Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s highlighted so many of the spicy ingredients that went into making me who I am. Did the MSM the 70s two-night stand do that for you, too? Both nights were so very nostalgic, friends, but the experience was so much more than just a stroll down memory lane. Almost every performance had me recalling life-changing music moments in the history of me. For example, I held my breath as Earnest Davis, James Counts, those world

Part 17: Mother, mother Singing River Hey, friends. In case I didn’t tell you, it was really good hanging out with y'all Labor Day weekend. Thank you to Kelvin Holly and the Fiddleworms for giving us a truly profound celebration of Jimmy Buffett via his timeless anthem, “A Pirate Looks at 40.” How about we raise a glass to all of us pirates looking at 60 ... 70 ... and beyond? Give me rock bottom with just a few friends, y’all, and I’ll be just fine. When Kelvin, stood befor

Part 16: Dancing in the sand Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s had me firmly planted in a sea of blue jean babies longing to be the seamstress for the band. I closed my eyes and exhaled in the moment when Clint Bailey lovingly launched into that warm, iconic opening bar of Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer.” The moment took over and the troubles of the world faded into nothingness. Sir Elton, Clint and the those world-class Fiddleworms had my pretty eyes pirate smiling. Being amongst my ch

Part 15: You wanted the best Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s reinvigorated my lifelong love of the hottest band in the world. Don’t get me wrong, the KISS fire is always burning, friends, but that Saturday night in Florence’s historic Shoals Theatre, my blood was boiling because heaven was absolutely on fire. Feeling uptight on a Saturday night – I got to get up! Nick Franks, plus those world-famous Fiddleworms with The Demon, Scott Campbell, on bass, had me reliving my flaming y

And Fools Shine On, Brother Cane, 1995 Rediscovering a favorite band is such a powerful experience for me. Case in point: The 90s came and went and I forgot how much I love Brother Cane. What? I can't believe I let that happen. Must. Remedy. Brother Cane's guitarist, Huntsville native Dave Anderson, was recently part of a local charity concert. His rendition of Bowie's "Changes" slayed. Yep. I've been headfirst down the Brother Cane rabbit hole ever since. I have so much resp

Part 13: Meanwhile, I’m still thinking And now here's something completely different. Leave it to Muscle Meets the 70s to pay homage to...

Part 14: ... and these children that you spit on Hey, young and old alike – are we all just trying to change our worlds? Are any of us...

Bang a Gong (Get It On), T. Rex, 1971 Ahh. I saw this one coming. Bang a Gong has been firmly planted as my earworm since last night....

Part 12: Whole lot of rhythm going 'round Remember that time the Godfather of Shoals hip-hop sauntered across the historic Shoals Theatre...

Part 11: Don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone Hey, Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s friends: Who's president of the Ashley Brown fan...

Part 10: Permission to act a fool Muscle Shoals Meets the 70s tasked one of my favorite new-to-me local artists with taking on one of my...