This is a fun one. Surely everyone will be able to find something to like about this song. A couple of introductory notes.
First, this is Jeff Beck along with a highly recognizable vocalist. Beck broke into public view as a member of the Yardbirds. I don’t know if too many people recigize the Yardbirds as the seminal band that they were. Clapton was a member for awhile. So was Jimmy Page.
In fact the Yardbirds ended with a lineup that included not only Page, but Robert Plant and John Bonham as well. They renamed the band to something else. Slipped my mind what it was. Probably forgettable.
Unlike Clapton and Page, Beck went his own direction. I saw him back in the 1400’s and he had transmorgified into a jazz guitarist. I see that he’s back to doing power chords these days.
Even more important than all this was his relationship, and for that matter this particular song’s relationship, to RM.
On my first day in 7th Grade, I was seated next to RM. I’d never seen a girl like her before. She was 12 going on 35. Makeup, studiously applied; kind of dark; leather jacket, mini skirt, thigh high boots, and very cool. I felt like Jim Nabors, sitting next to her. She ignored me. Actually she ignored me all the way through high school,. But it was so cool the way that she ignored me. She was hip. .A real cool cat. The first I’ve one of whom I’d been within arms reach.
She stayed cool into early adulthood when she was dating the very cool English Teacher, with an interesting reputation, who I also knew. I used to bump into them from time to time, and we’d talk – a bit awkward – but at least I wasn’t being ignored. They broke up and I lost touch with her…until a few months ago. I saw her profile on FB and sent a friend request. She accepted. My self esteem rocketed.
Ah-ha! I told my 12 year old self. Not such a loser after all. Of course it’s my 59 year old self saying that, and at this point her 59 self is probably not quite the same. Coolness is hard to maintain in the lily-white glades of suburbia. Still, I’ll take what I can get.
In any case, we used to bring our records to school. It was a way of establishing points. For example, my sister once brought in “Sound of Music”. It took about a year to crawl back out of her untouchable status.
One day, RM brought in this record. My introduction to Jefff Beck starts there. It is therefore an artifact of my determination to be cool enough for RM. This song in particular, which, not his best, (The Dead, for one, do it better), kind of got into my head at the time.