Saturday
Feb082020
"Ride Like The Wind"

I've always liked Christopher Cross. My mom loves him and she had some of his records so I would play them when I was little. "Ride Like The Wind" came out the year I was born (1979) and features the amazing Michael McDonald on backing vocals. This is a song I could use as a writing prompt I swear. I can always make up a good Bonnie and Clyde type story to match this track! I saw Christopher Cross with my mom "point blank" (as Metalboy! would say) and it was just awesome. I never tire of this track. Cross' self-titled debut is one of the best in the last 50 years of popular music.
Reader Comments (6)
I get the appeal. The dude wrote catchy easy listening ear-worms. Heck, I loved me some Arthur back in the day and he wrote the damned theme song to 'rich alcoholics are funny'! But he was not easy on the eyes, like a cross (pun not intended) between Harvey Weinstein and Booger from Revenge of the Nerds. Not shaming, just saying. Clearly talent and strikingly good looks are not necessarily related. And, to be fair, I have neither!
The point I find more fascinating (I considered a post about it) is this: we are our parent's children. Their odds and ends musically certainly impact us. And some of it sticks. My parents had a Goodwill bag of stuff: Pavarotti and Caruso all the way to Sergio Mendes and Brazil '66 and Hooked on Classics. Gawd, I cringe. They clearly weren't of the era of the Beatles and the Stones (I think the description would be musically square). But I will give them one thing: I came away really loving Charlie Pride. That dude could do Hank Williams better than Hank on occasion and he was a hoot live. Who would have thunk it?
Anyone else have a favorite that they are indebted to their parents for enjoying? And, no, not the cool parents with the cool music. The Goodwill stuff.
Pretty sure I’ve also seen every episode of f-ing Hee Haw from the period. (Where I found out the Roy Clark was hands down the best guitarist,banjo ,fiddle, and mandolin player currently drawing oxygen at the time. My God that guy was an absolute beast on nothing with strings. 👍
My first recollections of music my mother played for me are Rubber Ducky and Mah Na Mah Na, so I suppose I was off to a good start! A little later, my father introduced me to At Folsom Prison, but after that I was on my own. My parents had a record cabinet that was full of Jimi Hendrix, Beatles and Rolling Stones records (including the original Sticky Fingers LP, with the zipper on the cover), but they never played them. So it was up to me to discover everything from Otis Redding to Black Sabbath.
For that unintended “Spinal Tap” moment, alone, I give him a pass!