How You Know You Are Both Old AND Cool--
If you listen to this song at full volume and find yourself singing along and remembering a moment in your past where this song was a backdrop for some shenanigan or two... you are way cool.
Here is my challenge. What does this song remind you of?
My answer- Dancing with Indians and falling down.
22 comments:
I don't think this particular CCR number got much airplay on the stations I listened to - I only vaguely recall it. Sorry. There's just nothing there. Other CCR? getting molested by my brother and his friends.
It only reminds me of some Stephen King movie, and I can't even remember which one.
Good tune though.
I have this on my iPod, but I can't tie it to a particular event. But they are now linked in my mind with my brother's funeral, because we played a CCR song at it. I'm partial to "Lodi."
The first concert i ever went to was CCR. I was 13. I had never smelled dope before that night.
They played this song.
Wow. Talk about a visceral experience. I was immediately transported back to a dark night in a fast and crowded car, shoulder-to-shoulder with friends, singing at the top of our lungs to a blaring radio, feeling carefree, invincible, and drunk.
Now see? ANne is the way colest one amongst y'all. I mean, OF COURSE you know this song and it reminds you of being young and probably drunk somewhere. I mean, this is the "Midnight Special" we are talking about.
Incidentally, this song is about a prison in Texas called Sugarland Prison. The midnight special was a train that passed by the prison around, well... midnight. If the light shined on you, it meant you would be released soon.It was written in the 30's, I was told.
Geez snott is a geezer.
Two cents should have groped first because she might have a happier memory of that time..... Just trying to make light!!!!
CS Lodi works for me too though I like proud mary. While I could try to link you and pennies above I'll just say that I'm sorry for your loss. See Snott, I can too be nice!
Peace!
Ohh almost forgot. How is mom?
Hey Tom. Mum is old, but solid.
Thanks for asking...
A boys' home in Durban on the southeast coast of Africa. Twenty-seven brothers and on hell of a childhood . . .
Hot lazy days at Waterloo Park...partaking in some herb and jumping of the bridge into the cool clean Santiam River...Man oh man it's a wonder I survived early high school.
There's a bathroom on the right
Dang. I'm either not cool or not old. Or possibly both? Love the song, but the memory that I get for it is The Twilight Zone movie.
"You wanna see something really scary?"
CCR makes me think of my friend James from college. We were blasting a CCR album the day we decided to decorate his entire dorm room with yarn. That's right - yarn, all different funky colors. We cut it into strands and stuck them to the ceiling, hanging down all different lengths like rain. And since it was black-light affected.... wow, that room looked cool.
BMT--before my time. Sorry. Perhaps Jeremiah was a Bullfrog or Have you ever seen the rain??
see, I'm with Flat,BMT, but the vision I get when I think of Jeremiah is the little boy in the tub with his dad, Kevin Kline, giving him a bath, in the beginning of my favorite movie...THE BIG CHILL. That's why my oldest child is named Alex... watch it, it's a great movie, full of great music!
Oh, I think Cheesy rates a Cool Crown -- weed? bridge jumping? flowing river?
C'mon, that's a movie right there (though I'm not sure if it's the opening when someone dies and it sets up the rest of the movie, or the middle where you already like the characters and "something" happens...
Excellent party-all-night song!
hah! "Must be the stiff wind"! Yup, said with a completely straight face after crawling through the windows, four sets of hands in the Cookie Jar, acting like we had been in the kitchen all along....
Rocking out in the kitchen at Salishan Lodge as the chefs cleaned up and made something awesome for us closing-types to eat. Mmm, seafood fettuccini and sourdough bread.
Strange, I know, but true.
I'm old and cool. And this song reminds me of summer when I was a kid (you weren't allowed outside after dinner on school nights, but in summertime you could) and we danced on the lawn to the sounds of our transistor radios.
I was with Anne.
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