First up, my lads from nine years ago. It’s a flip camera recording from a July 4th celebration in Rumford Maine. Oh Boy!
We’re going to reach way back for some competition. No, not the Crickets. My little Davids can’t be expected to go up against Goliath right off, can they? But if we reach back to 1975, we can find a remake of Oh Boy, straight out of Old Blighty. And the band’s name is Mud, and I mean that every which way.
Whenever some whippersnapper starts in on how much everything sucks now, and how wonderful everything must have been fifty years ago, I’m going to play that video for them. And testify that Mud was about par for the course for the cringe factor of the entire decade.
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Unorganized Hancock’s interpretation is definitely better. It jumps. It hops. Staccato. The drums, guitar, and vocal all jump. The Mud’s version doesn’t. On the other hand, I like Mud’s vocal harmonies. Add those vocal harmonics to the Unorganized Hancock version?
Compare and contrast the drums.
Which reminds me of a drum anecdote. I was recently listening to a Sonny Rollins CD. I said to myself, I really like the drums on that song. Turned out to be Max Roach. Years ago I was showing a NYC cousin a photo I took of Max Roach at a Houston nightclub. It turned out that when his stepmother was considering selling the house she and my uncle lived in, Max Roach and his wife looked at the house. But Mrs. Roach and my cousin’s stepmother developed an immediate and strong dislike for each other. As my uncle said to Max, it looks like this sale isn’t going to happen. It didn’t.