Siddhartha 3.8 a fanzine from Ian Williams.

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Compiled 17-18/06/2010

Introduction. I was a kid in the 50’s but a teenager in the 60’s and that’s when I really started listening to

music and when popular music really exploded. I still like a lot of stuff from the 60’s and

maybe this list will show how my taste evolved while remaining true to the music that I first

loved. Or maybe not. Your thoughts, comments, agreements, disagreements, are very

welcomed.

This isn’t a definitive list and it never could be. It’s compiled mostly by going through my

Itunes list of tracks –and therefore not in any meaningful order- mostly copied from my own

CDs plus some downloads. A number of my CDs are packed in boxes in the garage and are

inaccessible and not all of them have been copied to my hard drive so there will be a few

omissions which I’ll only recognise later. It certainly isn’t a definitive guide to my taste and

there are lots of artists I like that I’ve left out. But the tracks I’ve included here have

something special about them and caught my eye as I was scanning down the list, though

sometimes I had to think really hard when it came to a favourite artist like Neil Young.

Though I’ve tried to keep it to one song per artist, I’ve sometimes included a runner up track

(or three). There are some notes or odd comments but often the tracks will be left to speak

for themselves. And I’ve shoved in one unattributed but hardly obscure quote from the lyrics

of one song just because I’d been listening to it recently and it always amuses me. I’ve also

included a couple of instrumentals.

My single all-time favourite track ever. Fotheringay: The Way I Feel. Fotheringay was basically Sandy Denny’s band but she didn’t take all the lead

vocals with her husband Trevor Lucas sometimes getting one as he does here with

this Gordon Lightfoot song. Denny comes in gradually on harmonies building slowly

and beautifully until it almost becomes a duet. The imagery is autumnal and reflects

the breakup of a relationship but it can also be considered a metaphor for death.

There’s some great understated drumming from Gerry Conway and simply gorgeous

guitar playing by the brilliant American Jerry Donahue.

I love this so much that I’ve left an instruction in my will that it’s to be played at my

funeral.

Runner-up:

Fotheringay: The Banks of the Nile. Based on an old music hall song, it’s a gentle and long (over 8mins) piece about a Victorian woman

who dresses as a man and follows her soldier lover to Egypt. Sandy’s vocal is perfection.

Aimee Mann: Going through the motions.

She appeared on Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Albert King: I’ll play the blues for you.

My favourite Blues guitarist.

Headless Heroes featuring Alela Diane: Just one time.

For those of you saying: Who? Headless Heroes were a group put together in the

studio by a pair of producers who wanted to create interesting cover versions. They

picked singer/songwriter Diane for vocals. The result is sheer brilliance and a great

showcase for Diane who is a singer who impresses me so much that the last time I

felt this way was when I discovered Sandy Denny.

Alela Diane: To be still.

From her second solo album.

Alison Krauss: Down to the river to pray.

Alvin Youngblood Hart: Countrycide.

Amadou & Mariam: Mon amour, ma Cherie.

If you’ve never heard this blind Malian couple you don’t know what you’re missing.

The Amboy Dukes: Baby please don’t go.

The Animals: Club-A-Gogo.

Aretha Franklin: Chain of fools.

The B-52s: Is that you, Mo’Dean?

Alien abduction was never so much fun or so crazy.

Bat For Lashes: Daniel.

Ethereal. Possibly the most talented British singer for years.

BB King: The thrill is gone.

Beach Boys: Sloop John B.

Bic Runga: Sorry.

Big Country: In a big country.

Their greatest hits album is one of my favourite CDs. A great Scottish guitar band

lead by the late lamented Stuart Adamson. Runner-up: just about any off that CD.

Big Mama Thornton: Wade in the water.

A big woman in every sense of the word with a voice which could knock Howlin Wolf

through a wall but also caress with great delicacy. This gospel tune has some great

guitar work in it.

Billy Boy Arnold: Shake your hips.

Harmonica player who came up with Bo Diddley but went off to do his own thing until

Bruce Iglauer of Alligator Records brought him back to great effect. There’s some

great interplay between his harp and the guitar on this driving track.

Blind Willie Johnson: Nobody’s fault but mine.

A legend of gospel-blues. Hell, a legend full stop who should rank with Robert

Johnson.

Blondie: Hanging on the telephone.

One of the greatest pop singles ever.

Bob Dylan: Lay, lady, lay.

Just to pick one of a dozen or more. Runners-up: All along the watchtower,

Hurricane, Subterranean homesick blues, etc.

Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band: The intro and the outro.

British surrealist humour which manages to be good music.

Booker T & the MGs: Green Onions.

Bronski Beat: Smalltown boy.

Poignant effective song about being young and gay.

Bruce Springsteen: Born in the USA.

Come on, I mean what else could I pick? Runners-up: The River, Glory Days, Into

the fire, Cover me, etc, etc.

Buffalo Springfield: Mr Soul.

The Byrds: So you wanna be a rock’n’roll star.

Bic RungaBic RungaBic RungaBic Runga

Byther Smith: Give me my white robe.

Powerful blues singer/guitarist with a melancholy piece about a man gradually

realising that he’s died. Runner-up: Blues on the moon.

Canned Heat: On the road again.

Let’s boogie! Runner up: Burning Hell (with John Lee Hooker).

Chicken Shack: I’d rather go blind.

Chris Rea: Steel river.

Chuck Berry: Roll over Beethoven.

Cowboy Junkies: Sweet Jane.

Cream: Crossroads.

Turbo-charged journey to hell. If this doesn’t stir you, you’re dead.

CSNY: Ohio.

Cyndi Lauper: Time after time.

Just lovely. Runner-up: True colors.

Donna Summer & Barbra Streisand: No more tears (enough is enough), long

version.

I don’t like disco, I don’t like Streisand (though I do like Donna Summer) but this epic

has just brilliant singing, a great arrangement and is just a great song.

The Doors: Riders on the storm.

Echo & the Bunnymen: Villiers Terrace.

Runners-up: Crocodiles, Zimbo (live), The Cutter, etc, etc.

Eric Clapton: Knockin’ on Heaven’s door.

Fairport Convention: Matty Groves.

Runners-up: Fotheringay, Crazy Man Michael, Sloth, etc, etc.

Fela Kuti: Zombie.

Brilliant piece of music as politics –the zombie is any and all soldiers of the Nigerian

government and boy did it piss a lot of people off. Runners-up: Shakara, Water get

no enemy.

Fleetwood Mac: Black Magic Woman.

Runners-up: The Chain, Oh well pt1. I like the blues band and the later incarnation.

Florence and the Machine: My boy builds coffins.

Frank Zappa (feat.Captain Beefheart): Willie the Pimp.

George Thorogood: Gear jammer.

Nobody plays electric slide better, or louder, than George: Put this track on, open all

your windows, and set your speakers for 11. Your neighbours will love you forever.

The Glee Cast: Bust a move.

Runner-up: Gold digger. Don’t! Say! A! Word!

The Grateful Dead: China cat sunflower/I know you rider (live).

Runners-up: New new Minglewood blues, Sugar magnolia, etc, etc.

Heart: Crazy on you.

Runners-up: Barracuda, These dreams.

The Hollies: The air that I breathe.

The best of mid-60’s Brit pop when I was a teenager.

The Holmes Brothers: Beast of Burden.

From an excellent Stones tribute album by Blues artists.

Howlin’ Wolf: Smokestack Lightning.

Human League: The Lebanon.

John Mayall: All your love.

My first exposure to white boy blues.

Janis Joplin: Ball & chain.

Jefferson Airplane: Volunteers.

Runner-up: We can be together.

Jimi Hendrix: All along the watchtower.

Runner-up: Catfish blues.

John Mayall: All your loving.

My first exposure to white boy Blues

Johnny Cash: Hurt.

Johnny Clegg: Take my heart away.

This man formed a multi-racial band in the darkest days of apartheid in South Africa.

He stood up to be counted and made great music to boot.

Jonathan Richman: Pablo Picasso.

Joy Division: Love will tear us apart.

Ken Boothe: Everything I own.

Everyone needs a little reggae sometime.

The Kingsmen: Louie Louie.

Like I wouldn’t include this. Runner-up The Trashmen: Surfin’ Bird.

Kirsty MacColl: In these shoes?

Lyrics.Lyrics.Lyrics.Lyrics. “She don't like other “She don't like other “She don't like other “She don't like other women, she likes whips and chains.women, she likes whips and chains.women, she likes whips and chains.women, she likes whips and chains.

She likes cocaine and flipping' out with great Danes.She likes cocaine and flipping' out with great Danes.She likes cocaine and flipping' out with great Danes.She likes cocaine and flipping' out with great Danes.

She's about all I can haShe's about all I can haShe's about all I can haShe's about all I can handle; it's too much for my brainndle; it's too much for my brainndle; it's too much for my brainndle; it's too much for my brain

She got me under pressure.”She got me under pressure.”She got me under pressure.”She got me under pressure.”

Larry Garner: Thought I had the Blues.

Thoughtful good-humoured blues.

Lazy Lester: Bloodstains on the wall.

The Levellers: Hope Street.

Crusty folk/rock that’s live and exciting and left-wing.

Lightnin’ Slim: My starter won’t start.

From the Excello label down on the bayou, the laid-back swamp blues of Lightnin’

Slim. Electric blues at its most minimalist: electric guitar, percussion, and harp (often

Lazy Lester), plus the most wonderful world-weary voice you’ve ever heard in your

life.

Link Wray: Jack the Ripper.

Great lyrics.

Lucinda Williams: Lonely girls.

New Country? Singer-songwriter? Who cares, she’s just great.

Luther Allison: Bad love.

Electrifying blues and his double CD Live In Chicago is one of the best live albums

ever.

Mahavishnu Orchestra: One word.

Something quite extraordinary and unique.

Mike Scott & the Waterboys: Will ye go away.

Sometimes he’s Mike Scott, sometimes he’s The Waterboys, sometimes he’s both.

But he’s always good. Runner-up A fisherman’s blues.

Motorhead: Louie Louie.

The song was made for them.

Muddy Waters: Hoochie Coochie Man.

The master.

Neil Young: Like a hurricane.

Runner up: All along the watchtower (feat. Chrissie Hind), Southern man,

Tonight’s the night. I could fill up the rest of this page with titles. For me, the

greatest rock star ever.

New Order: True Faith.

Otis Redding: Dock of the Bay.

Pat Benatar: Love is a battlefield.

Pattie Smith: Babelogue/Rock’n’roll nigger.

Runner-up: Because the night.

Pentangle: Cruel sister.

Peter Gabriel: Biko.

The Police: Every breath you take.

R L Burnside: Goin’ down south.

The Ramones: I wanna be sedated.

Oh hell, just pick any of their songs at random.

The Rolling Stones: Sympathy for the Devil.

A minor 60’s band. Had a couple of hits then disappeared. Runner-up: Wild horses.

Sandy Denny: It’ll take a long time/ Who knows where the time goes. (Tie.)

My precious, my precious.

Sheryl Crow: Soak up the sun.

Just a good time.

Simple Minds: Waterfront.

Steeleye Span: Thomas the Rhymer.

Everybody needs some British folk-rock in their lives. Runner-up: Gaudete.

Steely Dan: Do it again.

Stephen Stills: Soldier.

Made a couple of really good solo albums but Neil Young he aint.

Steppenwolf: Born to be wild.

Is there anyone who doesn’t like this?

The Stranglers: No more heroes.

Talking Heads: Take me to the river.

The Teardrop Explodes: Reward.

Classic Brit-pop by a madman/genius who also writes really good books.

U2: Pride (In the name of love).

Runners-up: One, New Year’s Day, With or without you. Plus a load more. One of

my very favourite bands ever. Just listen to the music.

Velvet Underground: I’m waiting for the man.

Classic.

Wishbone Ash: The king will come.

Youssou N’Dour: Leaving (Dem).

ZZ Top: Sharp-dressed man.

Doing the iconic boogie.

Quick Quiz: What is the most glaring omission? The reason for it is that I’m not a

great fan of he/she/them. The major clue is in who I have included.

Having had a little time to reflect on it, there’s only a single reggae track and no ska

at all, both of which I like now and again and have a few compilations. There are,

however, lots of men with electric guitars.

And what’s your top 100?

Ian Williams, 19/06/2010