Thursday, May 26, 2011

Musical Interlude ~Blind Faith

This song has been going through my head this morning. Blind Faith was a short lived group formed and dissolved in 1969 by Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton and also contained Ginger Baker and Ric Grech. There are a lot of versions of this particular song out there; the live 1969 version has a certain time capsule quality to it, but the sound quality is horrible, so  I've gone with the album cut:

Can't Find My Way Home (Steve Winwood)


For those who are closer to the 80's than the 60's, this is a pretty decent contemporary version (2005) by Styx:













7 comments:

  1. The tune plays over and over in your mind, riding down the road on your motercycle, you say, you are humming it. Perhaps you will find the end of the tune. Thanks for the post. How does this happen?

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  2. The slideshow's OK, but the song's pure peaches. Man, the places I've been listening to the song. When something's been in your ear that long, it's more of a journey than a tune. I played that acoustic guitar part in some coffeehouse band in Spokane in the mid-70's; I remember bleak dry cold spring afternoons in someone's rag-ass apartment, pot and beer and coffee and cigs and feeling a certain comfort in its vagabond wistfulness. Sun going down, night coming one, feeling at home on the road to nowhere. Thanks for the memories. - Brendan

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  3. nice great song hedge...carries a bit of memories for me as well...

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  4. I just love this song and Winwood's voice. When he sings the line "waiting all these yahs . . . " (years, in his gorgeous accent) I close my eyes and I'm in so many places.

    I haven't heard it in so many yahs.

    OK, replaying now . .

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  5. So glad you all enjoyed it. It's one of those songs that stays in your head I think.

    Yeah, I could have done without the clumsy political slides--but many memories. Kind of a laugh to think how real that "near the end" line felt when if we'd only known, we were barely getting started.

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  6. That is one of my favorite songs everrrrrrr. (I also like to crank up "Do What You Like" every so often!) Joe Cocker does a very nice version, too.

    Blogger is STILL not letting me comment as Fireblossom on this comment format. It demands that I sign in, then won't LET me sign in, which reminds me of a poem I love by Ernest Hemingway:

    The age demanded that we sing,

    Then cut out our tongue.

    The age demanded that we flow,

    Then hammered in the bung.

    The age demanded that we dance,

    Then jammed us into iron pants;

    And in the end, the age was handed

    The sort of shit that it demanded.

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