Yes, I know that the title of this article is a reference to a Dionne Warwick song, probably written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David (I didn't check, but I'm pretty sure). So allow me to explain...
This article is about none of them.
I just thought that the title made sense in this particular instance. Because when it comes to rock and roll, there is always something left there to remind me about why I love this music so much that has shaped my life the way that it has.
You see, when rock and roll really works, it has this ability to make emotions, long hidden from the world and lying deep inside, well up all of a sudden and make the tears roll down your cheeks like rain. Or, at least that much is true in my own case. Last night, though quite unexpected, was just such an instance.
After coming home from a fairly typical night of kicking ass at music trivia at my local bar, I settled into my little nook and flipped on the HBO broadcast of the recent Rock And Roll Hall of Fame Concerts at Madison Square Garden.
There were lots of great moments there too, most of which sent me scurrying to my CD collection to make sure I still had the CDs of all the artists involved. Jeff Beck and Buddy Guy playing together for Chrissakes'? I mean, get outta town! Simon And Garfunkel nailing "The Boxer" right down to the crashes during the chorus? Spot on.
And Fergie? You go, girl!
I am in no way, shape or form a Black Eyed Peas fan. But the way that girl literally nailed Merry Clayton's backing vocal on "Gimme Shelter" with Mick Jagger and U2 sent shivers running all up and down my spine. Seriously, that girl has got some Janis pipes.