Priming and painting our new house in Ypsi has been a wonderful and fatiguing exercise. And part of that exercise is in learnign first hand what kind of music works well in such situations. Last weekend when Paul the carpenter was putting arches in the living room thruways (arching otherwise standard rectangle doorways), we had the boombox jamming 94.7, classic rock here in Detroit.
If you're gonna spend your Memorial Day Weekend covered in drywall mud, dust, paint primer, shocking your hands into spasm from using power tools to mix that mud for 10 hours straight - Steve Miller, the Eagles, Sabbath, Zeppelin, and Joe Walsh goes down reeeeeal well. It's a great lesson in understanding why classic rock is classic.
Enough rock and metal riffs to mirror the intensity of the hard work you're doing, mixed with the groove of great rhythm sections that were guys who grew up on the rhythm sections who came before them, who were the 40s/50s/60s big bands and early rock-n-roll drummers. So they actually swung. Only hard rock metal band I can think of that swung in the 90s was the Pumpkins. What's that you say? The drummer Jimmy Chamberlin learned drumset playing jazz? Weeeeelll, call me Blondie, I guess I'm right. [ get it? Blondie? Call Me? That song she ha..., oh forget it.]
Anyway, when you're busting your ass on major home renovation and need to get dirty and do stuff that makes you sore by end of day, good classic rock and roll really makes sense as the day's soundtrack. (This is not Major Earth News Epiphany here I know...) The band(s) sound like they're working as hard as you, but also trying to make it feel good. Just like what you're doing with your home.
Painted ceilings ALL DAY today. 'All day' being 2pm to 10pm. Holding the roller on the broomstick for hours because you have to do it right, slow, and with a pattern system to get even coats. Where one side of your neck gets dang tight holding a broom with a pound of weight on the end far out from your center of mass and you have to control the stroke. THAT painting ceilings all day.
And now I'm off to 'visit the Rev. Al Green' and watch a Frampton concert.
Cuz that's what you do after a day of bustin' your ass.
Thank God for Peter Frampton.
I'm about to feel like he do'd when this pic was taken.
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