This is a cash grab. Just in time for Christmas…

Let’s start with the new stereo version. For the first time in his history of remixing the Beatles, Giles Martin has come up with a final version very similar to the original product. I was stunned, because I find every other remix in this series sacrilegious, execrable, I believe they should all be destroyed, for fear they will become the standard in the future. Alas, this is not a problem with “Revolver.”

And the mono CD doesn’t sound as big as Giles’s remix, but it’s totally faithful. What I mean is certain instruments are emphasized beyond the original in the stereo remix. Like the cowbell in “Taxman” I heard just now. Then again, how are people listening to these records, if you’re using earbuds, does it make a difference?

And I fired up the big rig solely because it has the only CD player I possess. And I must say, the sound was impressive. But how many people have the equipment to reproduce this sound? And let’s be clear, it’s something you feel as well as hear, you’re in the sound, and that’s an experience that’s familiar to us from the seventies that today’s generations may be completely unaware of. With the bass pumping and the highs clear… Now that we have hi-res streaming, does that mean people will be incentivized to purchase better playback systems? No, unless listening becomes fetishized, like vinyl. You know, where you listen and that’s the only thing you do. Music has been relegated to the background, but when “Revolver” was released it was positively foreground.

And I was stunned there wasn’t a vinyl disc included in the package, with the aforementioned fetishization. And one thing we know is vinyl sounds different, even if it’s inherently not as pristine as the original digital production. But “Revolver” was cut analog, and listened to via vinyl, tape wasn’t even a thing, so maybe that would be the definitive product.

Wait a second, there is a vinyl version, but they didn’t send that to me, because vinyl production is backed-up and the costs are higher and the $199.98 package is sold out. Once upon a time, the music was for everyone, now it’s for a chosen few who probably won’t even listen to it more than once, if that. Whereas “Revolver” was cheap upon original release, and we played it ad infinitum, the records showed the wear, the scratches, the fingerprints, the dust. The music remains the same, but the world has completely changed.

But, once again, the remix is a change.

And if you want the original experience, check out the mono. It’s a bit flat, but it’ll remind you of what you were hooked on to begin with. And the weird thing that probably nobody involved in this production realizes is by time “Revolver” was released mono was history in America, we all bought stereo albums. After being told our heavy tonearms would kill stereo records mono records were made the same price, not a dollar less, and the industry reneged on this wear and tear problem and soon mono albums disappeared…why can’t we get the original stereo mix?

Even if in many cases we listened to our original albums on mono systems.

As for the extras in this package… That’s no longer a big thing, especially after the documentary and those multiple CD album packages of thirty years ago. Curios.

So the redo of “Revolver” is not really news, EXCEPT…

EXCEPT WHAT?

The CD is no longer the standard. You remember when the original “Revolver” CD came out in the late eighties? Well, maybe you don’t remember that either, but they put out the Beatles CDs in batches of four, the initial albums were in mono, the ones after that were in stereo, and we were all stunned how good they sounded, when nothing from that era sounded as good. Was it George Martin? The studio? The engineers? All of that. But was there more sound to be extracted?

That’s all I was interested in, a hi-res version, which I saw no hype about, all I’ve been reading is hosannas about the remix from people who weren’t even alive when the album was originally released.

But I decided to do research online and it turned out on the package’s site there was a link to a few tracks on all the streaming services, including Qobuz, the hi-res standard. And I clicked through and listened.

Now that’s a revelation. I can’t say enough about hi-res music, BECAUSE YOU CAN HEAR THE DIFFERENCE! Of course you need an external DAC to even reproduce this sound, ergo the Dragonfly Cobalt, but the final “Revolver” product is 24-Bit 96kHz as opposed to CD quality, 16-Bit 44.1 kHz.

I’m listening to the CD quality version on Qobuz right now. Sounds good. But when I put on the hi-res take…

It’s an entirely different record.

Then again, it’s the remix of “Taxman” I’m listening to, so it’s not exactly apples to apples.

But let me be definitive, the hi-res streaming version of “Taxman” is superior to the CD, both CDs, the remix and the mono.

But you can’t stream the mono yet. That’ll happen Friday.

So my recommendation to you is to skip this package and just buy an external DAC and subscribe to Qobuz, for at least the free term.

Of course you can hear hi-res on Apple and Amazon too. And they’re both very good, a definite improvement over CD quality, but, going back and forth…the Qobuz version is still a bit better, there’s more bottom, there’s…

And the Apple version is in Atmos. But unlike almost all the other Atmos remixes, it sounds akin to the stereo version, it’s not an issue of the vocals being lower or…

So do you really care?

The 50th anniversary of “Revolver” already came and went. There’s no exact hook.

But, even though people argued that “Rubber Soul” was the best album during the era, and some eventually cottoned to the “White Album,” and for some reason everybody is down on “Sgt. Pepper,” unnecessarily so in my book, the status, the reputation, the evaluation of “Revolver” has only risen. Even though the original American version lacked three tracks of the English one.

And I’d like to impart to you how big “Yellow Submarine” and “Eleanor Rigby” were during the summer of ’66, but unless you were alive at the time I can’t, you’ve got no frame of reference. We read all these chart statistics, about some act having x number of number ones, besting the Beatles. NO ONE BESTED THE BEATLES! Everybody knew the above two songs, YOU COULDN’T ESCAPE THEM!

As for the rest of the album…

“To lead a better life

I need my love to be here”

“Here, There and Everywhere” was the new “You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away,” a mellow non-single standard. And both were played on our guitars, we’d sing them together, regularly.

As for “Got to Get You Into My Life,”… It wasn’t released as a single until 1976, long after the band broke up, it was just another album track.

But that was the magic of “Revolver,” unlike “Rubber Soul,” it had both hit singles and album tracks.

It opened with “Taxman” which we only understood on the surface, because many of us weren’t even paying taxes, and none of us was that rich living in England.

And no one ever talks about “I Want to Tell You,” with its indelible riff, a progenitor of what became standard on FM radio the year later, with Cream and other bands, but the key track…

“Turn off your mind

Relax and float down stream”

1966. Most people hadn’t yet smoked marijuana. Most people weren’t that hip. We listened to “Tomorrow Never Knows,” but it took us years to fully understand it. And it’s tracks like this that built John Lennon’s reputation. He might not have written as many hit singles as Paul McCartney, but McCartney couldn’t come up with stuff like “Strawberry Fields Forever” and “Tomorrow Never Knows.”

Listening to “Tomorrow Never Knows,” John Lennon is still alive, right there in the speakers, revealing truth like a pied piper, it’s all there for you to understand and digest.

So, “Revolver” was a monumental album. Giles Martin has not tarnished its reputation. But this project is a lot about nothing…

Except for the hi-res release.

https://www.thebeatles.com/announcing-revolver-special-editions-0

Stream today: https://thebeatles.lnk.to/Taxman2022Mix

“The doctor says he’s comin’, but you gotta pay in cash”

“Life in the Fast Lane

Eagles

None of my doctors take insurance.

Oh, if I’ve got to go into the hospital, if I need a major procedure, I’m covered, shy of that…

You don’t want to save money on your health care, no way. A friend in England was delineating a health problem, and he said he learned from living in the U.S. that you’ve got to have a physical every year. They don’t do this in the U.K. And he went and they found a progressive disease and if you’re waiting for symptoms to arrive, it’s oftentimes too late.

You’ve got to go to the doctor, just ask Warren Zevon.

And you’ve got to have insurance.

I was stopped at a light yesterday and I saw a mom with a sign asking for cash for her son with leukemia. I wondered what went on there, because this is something insurance covers, I know, I’ve got it. But maybe they had no insurance, maybe they’re here illegally. I mean can’t the system help this kid?

No, the system is…

Well, this is interesting. The self-reliant want to drown the government in the bathtub, leaving us all to buy private insurance, but if you can find someone who loves, even likes their insurance company…well, I’ve never found one. And the old days of lifetime employment are gone. So many are independent contractors, with no benefits, they need to buy their own health insurance. And those under 35 feel invulnerable, it can’t happen to them. And they’re right, odds are with them, but in truth they are susceptible to health crises, never mind an accident where they break a bone.

And, in truth, if you have an accident that requires immediate attention you can be seen at the emergency room at no cost. That’s the law. So if you’re dead broke, you’re covered, for the big things anyway, other than the emergency, you’re screwed.

So I believe in the big doctor. In every facet of medicine there’s an expert. In your town, in the United States and in the world. Chances are you don’t need to see that expert, but I have had to, more than once. You see everything can’t be easily diagnosed, everything can’t be easily treated, which is why you don’t want to see the generalist, but you want to see the expert who sees the condition all the time.

That’s another reason I won’t live in the hinterlands, why I’m never leaving Los Angeles…THE HEALTH CARE! I can recount the lousy health care I’ve gotten in the country, but instead of pointing at the pitfalls, let me focus on the opposite end, the zeitgeist, the best.

In truth practicing medicine is not the road to wealth it once was. Remember when the doctor was the richest person in your town? Those days are long gone. Back in the eighties we had a doctor friend making $225,000 a year. You know how much he makes today? $225,000 a year. No one works independently, they all work for the system, and the system has requirements. And usually that has to do with the number of patients you must see a day. It’s staggering. Fifty. The pressures are astounding. And the documentation! You have to satiate both the medical group and the insurance companies. You’ve got to hire people just to fill out the forms.

And if you’re a patient… You’d better front-load your questions, because unless you’re in an obvious crisis, you’re going to get a very short period of time. It’s positively hit and run.

For everybody other than those willing to pay.

My internist left the medical group, he wanted to practice medicine his way. He charges whatever he wants, and he’ll file the insurance forms, you might get a few cents on the dollar, but that’s your issue, not his. So the annual physical now costs around $2000. But this is the guy who diagnosed my aforementioned cancer. And the service? I usually don’t bother calling a doctor, what for? I’ve found oftentimes they don’t even get back to you at all. And if they do…it’s hours or days later and oftentimes you’re unavailable yourself. But my guy, you’re not only gonna hear from him the same day, but within hours, assuming it’s not an emergency…an emergency will get him to the phone right away. He answers his e-mail promptly and I want to reinforce, I’M PAYING FOR THIS SERVICE!

And he won’t take Medicare. Too many hoops to jump through, too much paperwork.

Nor will my heart doctor. I pay this heart doctor nearly two grand a year. And I’m not in crisis. And I’d rather not pay the money, but my friend Judd, who I grew up with, he keeled over from a heart attack two falls ago. He was 67. As was his father, who died of a heart attack at the same age. Do I think he saw a doctor? Sure. Did he see someone like my heart specialist? No way. Even my internist, he says if you come regularly and do what he says, you won’t die of a heart attack. But you’ve got to pay for that service.

And I went to this heart doctor and she said I was near heart attack. I didn’t believe it, but she did these special tests and created a medication program tailored to me. All that stuff you read in the newspaper? That’s general information, not specific to you. The people saying to forget an annual physical, that you don’t need a colonoscopy every five years? IGNORE THEM! And yes, after seeing this heart doctor my numbers aligned, they’re where they should be.

As for mental health… If your therapist takes insurance, fire them and get someone new. None of the psychiatrists in Los Angeles takes insurance. They’ll give you a form, that you can file, but you’re on your own.

And squeezing money from insurance companies is a game unto itself. They’re always denying claims based on codes. And then they deny stuff that is exorbitant relative to most people, but if you’re sick, you need it. And you can’t tweet or even e-mail them, to get the process going you really have to talk to someone, who has no ability to make a decision, it’s an endless ordeal, an endless time suck. The goal is to make you give up and pay for it yourself.

And then for the vaunted Medicare…

First and foremost, you should see what I pay. By time I pay for the government part, the supplemental plan and the drug plan, I’m at two-thirds of what I was paying in the old, pre-65 days, which was over four figures a year.

However, it’s not only my internist who doesn’t take Medicare, my dermatologist doesn’t either. Dermatologists have the quickest appointments extant. Five minutes frequently. Fifteen minutes is a rarity. Today I got an hour. But it cost me $490. No billing, I had to whip out my card before I left, and if I wanted to use credit, I’d pay another 3.5%, so I used my debit card. That’s the equivalent of cash these days. Nobody other than the super-rich carries a wad of cash today. You need at least a grand, a couple of thou in your wallet to cover expenses. And the people you do see with this amount of cash? Usually it’s undeclared. They got paid in cash, they’re paying in cash, the IRS is clueless. Another way the wealthy profit in our tax system. But the IRS, which has already been cut off at the knees, must continue to be held back, because… The rich should get away with it? You’re not even itemizing deductions, for the rich, tax forms are…LET THE GAMES BEGIN! Look at Trump, on trial right now!

As for my money…

I took a 30% haircut on my investments. On my cash I’m losing 10% a year. And I don’t see any low-hanging fruit to make more. I’m o.k., don’t worry about me. But what if someone has a family? How do they make it? MANY DON’T!

And the aged. You can’t live on Social Security. It’s going to get really ugly folks, many of those boomers who took Social Security early…they’re gonna outlive their money. You can’t get a job when you’re ninety, not even as a greeter at Walmart.

But no one likes to plan for the future, which inevitably comes, unless you off yourself. And people have been doing that on a regular basis recently, especially men, they call them “deaths of despair.”

And the men who refuse to see the doctor, believing they’re immune. Warren Zevon is the poster boy for this. Didn’t go to a doctor until too late, and then he died of cancer.

So you’re not going to live forever, that we know for sure, how are you going to navigate your health care?

BUY INSURANCE! For all the negative I’ve outlined above, you don’t want to go bare. It’s not only the aged who get cancer. Most people who go bankrupt do so as a result of health care debts. And many of them DO have insurance. Never cancel your car insurance, your health insurance… Don’t go out to eat, drive an old car. Believe me, when your number comes up, no one is going to jump out of the woods and make you whole. Odds are low that you lose the health care lottery, but it happens.

AND GO TO THE DOCTOR, EACH AND EVERY YEAR!

I’ve never ever had a precancerous cell. It seemed I was immune.

Until today.

My PSA, my prostate stuff is pretty good, I’m one of the rare men who can say this. But I’ve got a lot of other stuff wrong with me that almost no one else has, like my pemphigus foliaceus.

Which it took four doctors to diagnose. Most patients see five in a year, it took me eighteen months to be diagnosed. No one could get it right. And by time they did, I had to go into the hospital. But I live in Los Angeles, where I was referred to someone had studied at Johns Hopkins, the epicenter of pemphigus treatment. What are the odds I’m going to find this even in other cities?

So if you’ve got undiagnosable symptoms, keep seeing new people. Research. Go to see the big expert, even if you have to journey to another city. Money means nothing if you’re dead.

Sure, there are hypochondriacs, but for all the ink they get, proportionately they’re very few in number. The issue isn’t them clogging up the arteries of the health care system, but the people not utilizing it, or underutilizing it.

And the longer you live… You’re gonna get ill. You may not take any pills now, but you will, believe me. And if you don’t, you’ll pay the price. Like the woman I know who refused to take blood pressure medicine, who turned to alternatives, and then had a stroke.

That’s another thing. If you’re truly sick… GO TO SEE A WESTERN DOCTOR! Oh, I believe in acupuncture, but in truth I’ve had better success with physical therapy. But the distrusting elite hear you’re ill and tell you about all these cockamamie remedies. Like CBD. Every study shows no effect. I’ve tried it…nothing. But the dopers love it, it’s part of their religion, DON’T LISTEN TO THEM!

But CBD is painless. And muscle aches are usually a minor issue.

Oh, another thing, your body will tell you if you’ve got a problem. LISTEN TO IT!

Better to be ahead of the game, and capture it at the physical, like the rogue superbug in my urine.

But you don’t want to think about it, you’re squeamish, you’re healthy, it’ll never happen to you.

But it will.

Spotify: https://spoti.fi/3TALvlL

YouTube: https://bit.ly/3TuI1Bn

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“I looked out this morning and the sun was gone”

Fall didn’t arrive in L.A. until Saturday. It was endless summer, not that anybody was at the beach. That’s what foreigners don’t understand, it may always be warm in Southern California, but the residents observe the seasons, to the point that they wear puffy coats in fifty degree weather.

It’s been weird watching the temperature. I do it every day, it’s in the “Times,” I see whether fall has arrived in Vermont, how cold it is at my sister’s place in Minneapolis, whether it’s going to snow in Colorado.

It’s still in the sixties in northern Vermont. Used to be colder at this point. The end of October and November were hell. Too warm to snow, and the cold rain was miserable. But climate change has changed everything, the leaves even turn later.

And snow arrived late in the Rockies, but Alta got two feet over the weekend, and most of Colorado got nearly a foot. And more is coming. We’re not going to see the green grass again until spring.

But I was in suspended animation in SoCal, wearing my shorts and Polo shirts. Until…

As for the light, it’s positively scary. I left my house for dinner last night at 6:30 and it was nearly dark. And when I wake up in the morning, it is dark. I can sometimes see light in the distance, but something’s changed. And when something changes, you get reflective. You remember what was happening at the same time years ago.

Today I thought of the fall of ’76, when “More Than a Feeling” was all over the radio.

The seventies get a bad rap. The people alive during the sixties, the hipsters…many believe music died in 1968, certainly didn’t survive 1970.

You see the seventies were when music really blew up. When the mainstream realized how much money there was in it. When it became corporatized, but hands were still off, because the business was throwing off so much MONEY!

No one was complaining about the price of concert tickets. Successful acts weren’t bitching about distribution, being ripped-off, music drove the culture and getting a ticket at all was a minor miracle, you had to be there, inside.

And when you were not at the gig, you listened.

To the music on the radio. News? Talk? No one did. That was for old farts. Stations all had an individual outlook, they were not uniform, and they weren’t jive. The jocks were your friends. You even knew who the program director was, there were stories about them in the press, because they were stars, how did they gain such success? And the female jocks, like the Burner, Mary Turner, were bigger, had more mindshare, than the supposedly iconic stars of today. Believe me, as many people who adore Gaga and Beyonce, Mary Turner had more reach, not that she compared to the women in Fleetwood Mac, or Heart, or…

The musicians were gods. We all played instruments at home, but it was clear who was a professional and who was an amateur.

And you listened to radio for the new stuff. And if you liked it enough, or heard two tracks from the same record, you bought the album and played it until you knew it by heart.

We knew our music so much better back then. Because there was less of it, everything wasn’t at our fingertips, and what we bought, we listened to, constantly.

1976… The Bicentennial, which was a muted affair in the wake of the resignation of Nixon two years before. But also, a slew of classic records.

Like Aerosmith’s “Rocks.” Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers’ debut. And Rod Stewart covered Cat Stevens’ “First Cut is the Deepest” and was all over the airwaves, his credibility intact. And Steve Miller came back with “Fly Like an Eagle.” Bob Seger finally broke into the big time with “Night Moves.” Lynyrd Skynyrd asked us to give them back their bullets. Boz Scaggs went from nowhere to somewhere with “Silk Degrees.” At the end of the year the Eagles released “Hotel California.”

And Boston released its debut album. Which the cognoscenti pooh-poohed as corporate rock. They needed an explanation, a way to kick the band’s music to the curb, because it was just too good, it made hard rock palatable, there were melodies, changes, anathema to the tastemakers who were losing control.

But I can’t say I loved “More Than a Feeling.” I’ve NEVER loved “More Than a Feeling.” But I do remember hearing it on the radio, it was indelible, and ultimately all over L.A.’s multiple rock stations.

And I still can’t remember what made me buy the album. But it wasn’t “More Than a Feeling.” But what I do remember is playing “Foreplay/Long Time” ad infinitum on my new stereo.

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Last night Richard asked me what my go-to Spotify playlist was.

And I told him I didn’t have one. That I’d graze the new music genre playlists now and again, but it was overwhelming. And occasionally I’d listen to playlists I’d created for my radio show, but really I picked and chose what I wanted to listen to. Statistically most people do this, but Richard didn’t believe me.

I told Richard I had certain go-to tracks, like “Foreplay/Long Time,” and he looked at me and laughed.

You can’t admit you like Boston.

But this afternoon, with the sun out, going through my e-mail after dropping off Felice’s rental car, I was in a sunny mood and I needed sunny music to accompany me on my mental ride.

And that’s when I put on “More Than a Feeling.”

“I lost myself in a familiar song

I closed my eyes and slipped away”

I was right back in the fall of ’76. I was in my 2002, on the San Diego Freeway, the music was blasting and nothing else mattered.

“It’s more than a feeling

When I hear that old song they used to play”

That’s what youngsters don’t understand. That music was social media, videogames and streaming television all wrapped up into one, it was EVERYTHING! And when we hear those old songs, we’re taken back to our youth, when we were still optimistic, when our entire lives were in front of us as opposed to being behind us.

“So many people have come and gone

Their faces fade as the years go by”

Actually, they don’t fade, I can see them clear as day, but people are dropping like flies. It’s very weird. I haven’t quite felt lucky that I’m still alive, but I’m sure that’s coming down the pike, with the attrition.

And most were not prepared, it was relatively sudden. They had no time for a victory lap, for long term reflection, to sit at home, drive on the freeway with these classic tunes blasting.

And we all look bad. We hate looking at ourselves in the mirror. And then there are those who get plastic surgery, as if we can’t tell.

“And I begin dreaming

‘Til I see Marianne walk away

I see my Marianne walking away”

In the back of your mind…you thought you’d reconnect, you’d see them again, maybe even get back together. But while you weren’t paying attention, that dream died. And it was just a dream. The funny thing about people is they change, not only in looks. When you’re with them they’re one thing, and then the subsequent influences and vagaries of life turn them into someone else. There’s still some common ground, but a lot less than was in your memory. As for how they look, they’re always frozen in time in your mind, they never age, and then you encounter them and just like you, they’re older, they’re different.

And then there are those mistakes you made, the faux pas. You’ve winced for decades, wanting to take your actions back, apologize, even though you never have. You realize you might as well shed the cloak, absolve yourself, because those people are gone, it’s now your life only, you’d better be wide awake as the days go by, because the calendar may run out of pages.

“When I’m tired and thinking cold

I hide in my music, forget the day”

There was no lyric sheet, I was never sure whether it was “goes” or “cold.” Now you can just look it up online, not that it’s always perfectly right.

But if we got depressed, if we felt down, we always had our records. One for each mood. We’d drop the needle and they’d take us away. It was aural heroin. We needed nothing more than the music. And although many owned headphones, it was really about buying the biggest, most powerful stereo system you could afford, and blasting it, forcing out all the bad thoughts. That’s what you needed, shelter, food and music. You owned a car, and then a stereo, it was one of your most expensive purchases. You dreamed about it, scoped it out at the multiple stereo shops, and when you got home and set it up, turned it on and heard the music emanate from the speakers, you were ELATED!

“And dream of a girl I used to know

I closed my eyes and she slipped away

She slipped away”

It’s all slipping away. And the worst thing is you’ve lived so long you have a hard time remembering. Were you actually at that show or not?

But you never forget the music, those records.

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So I’m sitting in front of my Mac, something that didn’t even exist back then, home computers were not a thing. And I’m looking out on a perfectly clear day with “More Than a Feeling” blasting and I’m mesmerized, in a trance, and I can’t believe how damn great the track is.

It’s like a lost art, a lost formula, no one can do this anymore, write an anthem.

After grunge, rock went down the rabbit hole. It’s noisy and edgy, made for a select few, not everybody.

Sure, maybe the hair bands took it too far at the end of the eighties, but that does not mean what came before wasn’t good, won’t sustain.

I looked at Spotify, “More Than a Feeling” had 602,878,327 streams.

The Weeknd has five tracks over a billion, one two billion, one three billion, but the rest of the songs have streams in the neighborhood of “More Than a Feeling,” if not less.

Not that anything else by Boston hits those heights.

It’s funny that the number two most streamed track is “Peace of Mind,” with 156,110,123, I wouldn’t have predicted that. “Foreplay/Long Time” has 95,995,662.

Fleetwood Mac has two tracks with just a few more streams than “More Than a Feeling,” “The Chain” at 756,375,597, and “Go Your Own Way” with 698,380,929. And then there’s “Dreams,” boosted by that viral TikTok video, with a bit over a billion, 1,080,992,932.

Stunningly, “More Than a Feeling” has more streams on Spotify than any Eagles track other than “Hotel California,” with 1,160,429,874.

The biggest Steve Miller cut, “The Joker,” only has 368,939,215.

Aerosmith has two cuts that exceed “More Than a Feeling,” but neither is from what most people consider their classic era, starting with “Get Your Wings” and going through “Rocks.” “Dream On,” from the first LP, has 667,316,905, and the soundtrack cut “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing,” written by Diane Warren, not the Toxic Twins, has 770,411,220.

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers have nothing close, except for Tom’s solo effort, “Free Fallin’,” with 513,318,964.

Rod Stewart blew all his credibility with those standards albums he did with Clive Davis, and now, years later, most people don’t want to listen to the classic stuff, “Maggie May” has a mere 263,431,618 streams. Rod the Mod only has four tracks in nine figures, another whose first three digits begin with 207, and two others with 156 and 132.

Frampton does not come alive on Spotify, nothing on his classic double album even hits nine figures, only two hit eight.

Bob Seger is nowhere close, with only two nine figure cuts, one that begins with a 2 and another that begins with a 1.

“Sweet Home Alabama” is bigger than “More Than a Feeling,” with 997,936,625 streams, “Gimme Back My Bullets” has 18 and a half million.

So what we’ve learned here is “More Than a Feeling” is gigantic, has a huge place in the firmament, it’s never died and is still being kept alive.

But you can’t get an insider to testify about the group. No one ever lobbies for the band to be in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, everybody’s too cool to admit how great that debut was.

What came after did not reach those heights. Primarily because of the war with CBS, which wanted new product when Tom Scholz wanted more time.

But that debut…

The opening cut was “More Than a Feeling.” Talk about an album opener…

Scholz created the Rockman so other acts could have what he had, could get that sound.

Scholz created the whole thing alone, he adored the James Gang, he was influenced, he was a fan.

And then he rang the bell, broke the bank. Everybody else was worried about trends, most not making it to the top, or making excuses why they failed in the marketplace and then this nobody, a college graduate, from MIT no less, comes along and wins the sweepstakes!

I still recall as I wander on, it’s as clear as the sun in the summer sky how great “More Than a Feeling” and Boston are. It may be a long time gone, but it’s not forgotten, not by me, not by almost anybody, it won’t die.

This music is part of me, part of my DNA, it’s ridden shotgun in my life longer than almost every human being. And in retrospect it’s the apotheosis, this height was never reached again.

People tried to imitate Boston, but that truly was corporate rock and then disco came along and then the entire music business crapped out.

It was resuscitated by MTV, but before that no one cared how Tom Scholz looked, or Brad Delp, we made the pictures in our minds.

And now this music is like the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Much music from the twenty first century has already forgotten. And none of it reaches as many as “More Than a Feeling” once did.

The music just took you away and put a smile on your face.

IT WAS WAY MORE THAN A FEELING!

You’re right Bob. The dream dies hard. I offer The Call and Tommy Ferrier. My sister-in-law is Tommy’s sibling. Every penny Tommy (and the band) made always went back into producing the next album. He’d make 200k on one album and plow it ALL back into his music. Tommy, now in his seventies (outlived Been), still would like to get on stage and rock. It really is a great high. Anyway, short of that, Tommy is now a maintenance man at an apartment complex and happy. He just got married in Hawaii last month. Interestingly, Tommy and his sister were both adopted and Tommy’s biological mother was a concert pianist. Perhaps there is something in the genes.

Matthew Grandi

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Being out of the industry has kept me out of much of the loop, so it was a nice surprise to get your newsletter about John Waite’s doc. I met The Baby’s at their first gig (Manhattan Theater Club) in NYC. I was involved (aka dating) Bob Kulick at the time, working for Aucoin Management and having the time of my 20 something life…The Baby’s put on an amazing performance, (we saw so many others break out in that venue, The Cars, Cheap Trick, etc) but when women started tossing diapers and pacifiers on stage, I knew it wasn’t just about the music…but the music was pretty f..king awesome…

Decades later I would be involved with the sale of Chas Sandford’s catalog, which contained the iconic “Missing You”,

and I personally felt the twinges of pain I knew Chas felt as he signed those papers and received his check…I remember there being tears…on all sides, it was like selling his “baby”. I also have the memory of an ex-lover leaving that tune on my answering machine after an ugly breakup.

Anyone who’s been in the trenches of a music addiction knows the beauty of the high but very few have ever experienced the ugliness at the other end, the come down, the crash. The last time I saw John was when he performed at a club in Redondo Beach, I hadn’t seen him since that gig at Manhattan Theater Club. And you’re right, I had no idea who he was, until he started singing.

Can’t wait to see this!

Best,

Sher Bach

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At the height of “Missing You,”I set up an instore autograph session with John at Tower 4th & Bwy, when such events were still out of the ordinary.  Hundreds of autograph seekers, mostly female, swooned.  His guitarist Earl Slick sat at the table with him.  John was a nice guy that day.  Gentle, shy, and relaxed.   Paul Lanning

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Really looking forward to this, Bob.

When I first got to NYC in the mid ‘90s and had a day job in the restaurant business, I met John at a famous restaurant in midtown. He was sitting by himself at a bar table.

I recognized him immediately and told him I was a keyboard player.

“This must be fate,” he said. “I’m looking for a keyboard player.”

He gave me his address. And I dropped off my latest album for him to listen to.

I didn’t get the gig… probably because my album was jazz! But it sure was fun to try. All those years after its release, “Missing You” was still stuck in my head like an ice pick.

Now that’s the power of a hit song.

Jon Regen

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I read this one twice –  because it was so good. I’m probably the only person I know who actually saw The Babys live… My first job was at the Dr Pepper music Festival in Central Park.   1979.  I was underage hawking soda in the audience… 15.   It was July in New York, and the band was wearing black leather head to toe. All we could think of was “holy smokes…. These English guys are *gonna die”*.  I went looking for photos from that show and I can’t find any… But I found this. And this is amazing:

RADIO COMMERCIAL – DR. PEPPER (THE BABYS): https://bit.ly/3gEWPyU

With Gratitude,

Matt Peyton

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Bob, always enjoyed Head First, Change and Midnight Rendezvous. Solid and credible pop rock songs. No need to overthink or over analyze the Babys or John Waite. Much like Eddie Money and the Tubes, John’s songs elicit a favorable response from my friends that listen to my Spotify playlist.

Bar Andrew: https://spoti.fi/3zbgnkV

Andrew Paciocco

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Hey Bob – Thanks for letting us know about this. I’m going to have to watch it.

I can relate.

In the late eighties I was the drummer in a band called Hearts & Minds and we were signed to A&M. To give a sense of the company we were in, about the time we were signed, Soundgarden and Blues Traveler had just been signed to A&M too.

This is it, I thought. I’m going to be a rock star. I had the long hair, the snake skin boots, the tight jeans. Lots of rock star jewelry.

We toured a bit. Signed autographs!!  People actually asked for our autographs!!  WTF!!! We opened for some known artists. We had some big shots at A&M tell us we had a hit. I got endorsements! We made a video. We made a record at John Mellencamp’s studio.

Next thing you know, in the middle of the tour, we get a call. We’ve been dropped. Polygram had bought A&M and the roster was trimmed. We were casualties. BAM! Just like that.

I tell you what though…I still wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. At the time, you still were at a pretty high level to get a record made and released by a big label. No regrets. A treasured experience. Getting dropped from another label with another band was not as cherished of a memory however!  Doooh!!!

I still play, but now I’m taking advantage of the online space to do so.  Yes, it’s unbelievably different now. But I’ve adapted. Accepting the reality of now—that’s allowed me to keep going, and still live in a house, have a family, and all that good stuff.

Anyway, I’m gonna cue up the Waite movie. Looking forward to it.

Best,

Mark Feldman

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I saw John live about 5 or 6 years ago at my hometowns local “Summer Concert Series” in the park.

They built a stage and now we get 8 to 10 free concerts every summer. 

This town, mind you, is in the Midwest, about 45k people. No one WANTS to play our town. So we get these “has beens” and legacy bands with one original member. The ones that fit our budget. Oh we have had some “big” names…Brett Michael’s was HUGELY popular! They brought him back for 2 or 3 years! Night Ranger one year, Dennis DeYoung, Wang Chung, etc…you get the picture.

So when I saw John Waite on the announcement list, I was stoked! Finally a legend! Ok I am a HUGE Babies fan! Apparently not many more around here are…it was not well attended…maybe 150-200. Brett Michael’s drew thousands, for context.

John and his stripped down band (drummer, bass player and one other guitar player besides John) SLAYED IT! When I first saw the band, no keys, no horn section, I thought, “Man, he ain’t gonna play The Babies hits! Boy was I wrong! He did them ALL! He also did his solo hits and Bad English hits! Played them all old school rock n roll like! He was in great voice and seemed genuinely happy to be playing for an audience! It was the highlight of my summer!

I can’t wait to check out this documentary! Thanks for the heads up!

Long Live Rock n Roll!

Mark McMain