Hey there, dear readers! I’m Paul Burch, the new editor for Epiphone.com. Our team of scribes was asked to write a few sentences about our favorite Saturday night album for the blog. Great idea. But three sentences? That’s tough. One could argue that what separates the good from the great is not how they begin, but how they end. Is this the record you spin while playing a game of cards or perhaps driving around looking for trouble? Or, is this the record you spin when you, you know, get home.
Let’s go with cards or driving around. Might I suggest The Clash’s London Calling, since it’s upbeat, has great lines (“Was that Montgomery Cliff, honey?”) and you can never remember what’s coming next. The Replacements’ Let It Be could be there or The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Freaky Styley, perhaps. A close contender might be Nick Lowe’s Pure Pop for Now People, which begins with a tribute to rock execs and Hollywood diva-eating Dachshunds and ends with a tribute to the Bay City Rollers.
As for me, I’m going to betray my age and throw in a curious choice: The Rolling Stones’ Tattoo You. The A-side is hot. The B-side is cool. You start with “Start Me Up” and you end with “Waiting on a Friend” with Sonny Rollins on sax. Yeah, it’s spruced up leftovers from Exile and Some Girls, but it may be the funniest, off-handed and loveable Stones record in thirty years. “Neighbours,” “Limousines,” “Little T & A,” “Slave,” “Worried About You.” Another round, everybody?
Epiphone Editor/Weekend Warrior