My New Favorite Song (MNFS): "Fire For Awhile"
My New Favorite Song (to be henceforth known as MNFS) is a series of posts covering the latest in momentary greatness. (And yes, only according to yours truly.) It is here that I will stumble my way through sharing with you, dear reader, my current favorite listening--via poorly formed sentences (or sentence fragments), many commas and parentheses, and an undying love for music.
When it comes to music, favorites are almost certainly fleeting. As with everything else in life, they tend to fade with time and exposure to direct sunlight. But that's where the magic of discovery comes in. One guy's forgotten record collection is another guy's newfound treasure. Like this:
Like their contemporaries and kindred spirits the Scruffs, Shoes were one of the few interesting pop bands to emerge in the mid- to late '70s who were very obviously not new wave; Shoes were pop classicists in the manner of the Beatles and the Raspberries, and if their low-tech recording setup dictated a leaner and more basic approach than the Fab Four, the thick guitar lines, smooth backing harmonies, and trickier-than-they-sound melodic structures made it clear their back-to-basic style was a nod to past rock glories as much as a call to jangly arms. - AMG. Read More
Though, as you can see, this record came out exactly 30 years ago, in 1977--the year of Elvis' death, the release of Star Wars, and the birth of myself--I only heard it just last week. A friend was visiting from out of town and mentioned this band. She played me a few songs which piqued my interest, and the rest is history. A New Favorite Song was born.
I must point out "Fire For Awhile" is a bit of an exception to the rest of the album's (Black Vinyl Shoes) power-popishness, and I dare say it might not make anyone else's list of current favorites, or anyone's favorites of the past for that matter. But right now it's mine, and that's all that matters.
Do you love or do you not?
The things you give to me are never what I want.
You say let go,
I cramp your style.
But we set ourselves on fire for awhile,
On fire for awhile.
I thought that maybe love was something I could hold onto.
I thought that maybe you were something I could hold onto.
Read more about Shoes on Wikipedia
Buy this album (CD-r only) from the band