In trying to bring the most I can to the blog I figured it would be best to get some other peoples opinions on the music that they love. Last week I introduced you to the Blackbird. My next guest blogger revels in music that I honestly know nothing about (seriously, I’m a joke when it comes to classic music). This week, I kindly hand the floor over to, Stevie Winner…
I’m not an acid dropping Floyd burnout. I’m not the NIN punk that stole your lunch money. I’m not a Jerry Garcia Birkenstock hippie. I’m not a blues guitar guru with posters of Clapton and BB King on the wall. Nor am I one who regularly falls for the trendy crap put out these days.
I may, however, be a speedball concoction of all of those. You may think my eclectic taste in music sucks and that’s ok, yours is probably already played out.
Blind Melon. Yes, the freaking Bee Girl. Yes, the band that was ruined by one no talent clown-pop radio song. Like any other snot-nosed teenager still developing their taste in the 90’s: you bought the creatively titled album ‘blind melon’, listened to No Rain 5½ times and chucked the CD in your closet right next to the baseball cards.
Behind these facts was a band with music that speaks. By route of both electric and acoustic, I guarantee there is a song on this album you can relate to. The band had no weak link; the vocals alone did not carry their presence. Somewhere between hammer pants and my first hickie, we all missed something. We missed a great band whose potential was unfortunately cut short by a cocaine overdose by lead singer Shannon Hoon.
Take the challenge and see what we overlooked. Dust off the self-titled album hiding behind Wade Boggs’ rookie card. Listen to a few more songs besides the evil track 7. Go the extra mile, buy or “borrow” one of their other releases. If you aren’t sold yet, try the DVD chronicling the recording of their second album, ‘Soup’, in a run-down New Orleans house. I did the same 3 years ago and found the respect that was previously missed. - Stevie Winner