Maybe you’ve got to die to get your due.<\/p>\n
I’m sitting in front of my Mac watching the Masters on my Slingbox and downloading music from the Internet.\u00c2\u00a0 Was gonna write about these great alternative takes of the Beach Boys’ "’Til I Die" until I heard this.<\/p>\n
When I was twenty one I lived in Salt Lake City.\u00c2\u00a0 It was so bizarre.\u00c2\u00a0 I lived in the suburbs, in a cinderblock house, and then I drove up the canyon into the wilderness to go skiing at Snowbird, located in the Wasatch Mountains, which resemble the Alps more than the Colorado Rockies that get all the press.<\/p>\n
And if you got off the tram and took an extremely long catwalk, upon the ridge of the Peruvian Cirque, and then skied through some trees, you’d end up on a precipice, whereupon you could push off and ski the Wave.<\/p>\n
Imagine being at the beach, with a giant roller coming your way.\u00c2\u00a0 Then turn the whole thing on its axis to a forty degree tilt and visualize dancing down the curl on your skis.<\/p>\n
That’s what it was like.<\/p>\n
But there was always that moment.\u00c2\u00a0 Before you started down.\u00c2\u00a0 When you caught your breath and looked around.\u00c2\u00a0 At the towering spires.\u00c2\u00a0 It was just you and nature.\u00c2\u00a0 Unless you were a local, you didn’t even know how to get there, never mind have the ability to ski down.<\/p>\n
And at that very moment a line would start to play in my head…<\/p>\n
Freedom is the only thing, means a damn to me<\/span><\/p>\n Bad Company was a supergroup comprised of players who were not that super, in stature anyway.\u00c2\u00a0 Sure, Paul Rodgers had sung "All Right Now", but Free had never had another hit and had broken up.\u00c2\u00a0 Mick Ralphs was in perennial wannabe Mott The Hoople, which finally broke through with the Bowie written and produced "All The Young Dudes", but Mick was not a famous guitarslinger.\u00c2\u00a0 Who knew this new concoction on Led Zeppelin’s label Swan Song would be so damn special, an instant success.<\/p>\n Yes, "Can’t Get Enough" was all over the radio before the album was released.\u00c2\u00a0 And although that was a killer track, the true winner opened up the second side, the eponymous number, "Bad Company".\u00c2\u00a0 And if you don’t know "Seagull", you’re in for a treat.<\/p>\n The second album, "Straight Shooter", was even bigger.\u00c2\u00a0 "Feel Like Makin’ Love" epitomized AOR radio in ’75.\u00c2\u00a0 It had the power, the swagger, the hooks that made everything on the AM dial irrelevant.\u00c2\u00a0 And "Shooting Star" is one of the few numbers about the wannabe to grave experience of being a rock star that works.\u00c2\u00a0 Never mind Paul Rodgers’ vocal gymnastics on "Deal With The Preacher" and "Wild Fire Woman".<\/p>\n Not that anyone held up Bad Company as a paragon of quality, as the best band in the land, as a trailblazer.\u00c2\u00a0 Bad Company were journeymen.\u00c2\u00a0 Who promised little and delivered more.\u00c2\u00a0 That’s what bugs me about the Foo Fighters fanaticism.\u00c2\u00a0 Who doesn’t like Dave Grohl?\u00c2\u00a0 But not only are the Foos not Nirvana, they’re journeymen at best, they wish they could be Bad Company, can you stop telling me how fantastic they are, it cheapens the whole enterprise, turns me off to your opinion and the hype.<\/p>\n And then came "Run With The Pack".<\/p>\n This was the beginning of the slide.\u00c2\u00a0 The albums were still good, but not better.\u00c2\u00a0 There was a bit too much filler.\u00c2\u00a0 To the point where when "Desolation Angels" turned it all around, the public was burned out and to a great degree ignored it, even though you can listen to "Crazy Circles" as long as Van Halen’s "Secrets", which is forever, and "Lonely For Your Love" has got the same energy, the same winning quality of the cuts on "Straight Shooter". <\/p>\n But thirty five years later, it’s two tracks from "Run With The Pack" that go through my mind most.<\/p>\n First, the opener, "Live For The Music".<\/p>\n Some people say I’m no good<\/span> I’m like Yogi Bear.\u00c2\u00a0 I sleep til noon.<\/p>\n But by time it’s dark, I too get every picnic basket that’s in Jellystone Park.<\/p>\n I never fit in.\u00c2\u00a0 The teachers were always suspicious of me.\u00c2\u00a0 I might take direction, but they knew I never believed it.\u00c2\u00a0 I could deliver on their terms, but thought they were b.s.\u00c2\u00a0 I was a square peg in a round hole.\u00c2\u00a0 And the system doesn’t like people like me.<\/p>\n The system likes people who conform.\u00c2\u00a0 Who don’t ask questions.\u00c2\u00a0 Who play by the rules.\u00c2\u00a0 Rock and roll is a hobby, not a life.<\/p>\n But it was for me.<\/p>\n It was the only thing that mattered.<\/p>\n That and skiing.<\/p>\n And that’s still true.<\/p>\n I went to college in Vermont so I could go skiing every day.\u00c2\u00a0 Best investment I ever made.\u00c2\u00a0 And when I graduated, I didn’t go to Wall Street, I didn’t even go to Los Angeles to get closer to the music, I went to Salt Lake City.\u00c2\u00a0 To where the snow was guaranteed, where there was nobody to bother me, to tell me what to do and who to be.\u00c2\u00a0 You see, what I was looking for was simple, even if I was and still am a complicated man.<\/p>\n I am just a simple man, working on the land<\/span><\/p>\n That’s what a skier does.\u00c2\u00a0 Cuts up an evanescent surface for the momentary feeling.\u00c2\u00a0 It puts nothing in your bank account, but does wonders for your soul.<\/p>\n I am just a simple man, working with my hands<\/span><\/p>\n The poles are a necessary ingredient.\u00c2\u00a0 They grant not only balance, they define space, they deliver context.<\/p>\n I am just a simple man, trying to be me<\/span><\/p>\n And nobody likes it.\u00c2\u00a0 Whether it be that teacher in law school who kicked me out of class for asking him a question he couldn’t answer after he criticized me for putting my feet on the desk or the endless naysayers filling up my inbox today, telling me I’m a shithead for being honest, admitting that I came late to James Brown as opposed to withholding and being superior like them.\u00c2\u00a0 Like Bob Dylan sang, everybody’s trying to drag you down into the hole they’re in.\u00c2\u00a0 They don’t want you to rise above, they don’t want you to be free, because that means they’ve got to look themselves in the mirror and ask "Why 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you’re gonna get.\u00c2\u00a0 These shows are not authorized, not fixed in a studio thereafter.\u00c2\u00a0 Sometimes they’re recorded on a cassette in the loge, other times they come straight from the board.<\/p>\n But in this case, I was greeted with Mick Ralphs sweet guitar.\u00c2\u00a0 A sound that took me instantly away and put me up in the Wasatch, in a better frame of mind.<\/p>\n And the drums started to pound and then Paul Rodgers started to sing.<\/p>\n They’ve never had anybody this good on "American Idol".\u00c2\u00a0 Not only has he got the pipes, his voice is not colorless, but full-bodied, rich, it sounds human.<\/p>\n This is rock and roll.\u00c2\u00a0 This is what made me a believer.<\/p>\n Bad Company will never be in the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame.\u00c2\u00a0 Because they weren’t cool.\u00c2\u00a0 Instead of sitting in their hotel rooms smoking cigarettes and reading poetry they were drinking whisky and pulling groupies.\u00c2\u00a0 You see there’s a carnality in 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Laying in my bed all day<\/span>
But when the nighttime comes<\/span>
I’m ready to rock and roll my troubles away<\/span><\/p>\n