With 1985's Scarecrow John Cougar Mellencamp's transition into what would later be known as Americana was complete. However when this was sparkly and new it was a little harder to peg. It was definitely rock, with echoes of times gone by and it was at odds with what currently in fashion. That didn't stop this from being embraced by those who liked rock. For me it was an odd experience. I'd never really been a huge fan, but I had to give the guy props, because when he was good he was untouchable. His previous album had "Pink Houses" which alone was enough to earn my respect. However, with Scarecrow I got my back up, almost immediately after the first time I heard the song "Small Town." In fact I got a bee so far up my ass it coloured everything, and I mean EVERYTHING he was to release after, and even altered my perception of the stuff already out there. I started to think of him as a second tier Bruce Springsteen, and that he was a preening little pe...
A place where I just blather on about shit I either miss, or am excited about, or just found and want to share. Or I could just be deliberately trying to waste your time. I generally don't know what I'm talking about, but sometimes I do. This generally reads like a stream of consciousness brain dump. I like to think of it as a reaction video, without the images ... mostly it's just me rambling ... it's meanderambling. #oldenoughtoforget