Joe Cocker — Cry Me a River
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I keep on runnin' baby
I keep on runnin'
But I just can't hide
No, I just can't hide
I keep on hurtin' baby
I keep hurtin' so deep inside
So deep inside
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was time when two was one
Tell me now girl
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
Is reachin' out my hand
Won't ya please help me to my feet once again
Tears fallin like rain
Lord it's time
When everybody needs a friend
Girl where've you been
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was a time when two was one
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
I keep on runnin'
But I just can't hide
No, I just can't hide
I keep on hurtin' baby
I keep hurtin' so deep inside
So deep inside
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was time when two was one
Tell me now girl
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
Is reachin' out my hand
Won't ya please help me to my feet once again
Tears fallin like rain
Lord it's time
When everybody needs a friend
Girl where've you been
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was a time when two was one
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
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Grizzly_old_man wrote:
But tell us, did you go on to marry this girl?
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
But tell us, did you go on to marry this girl?
todbothom wrote:
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
Lissen, let Grizzly_old_man rant. That was one of the best damned posts on RP. A cautionary tale of a woman's faith in a star sadly broken and man's pursuit of bliss badly led astray. A man chasing a woman chasing a singer chasing oblivion...
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
Lissen, let Grizzly_old_man rant. That was one of the best damned posts on RP. A cautionary tale of a woman's faith in a star sadly broken and man's pursuit of bliss badly led astray. A man chasing a woman chasing a singer chasing oblivion...
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
anika200 wrote:
The sisters are firmly located in the left channel of my heaphones and my left ear is pretty shot, but they're still kickin' it.
Those background singers are on it and the whole live thing is amazing.
The sisters are firmly located in the left channel of my heaphones and my left ear is pretty shot, but they're still kickin' it.
Look at that song ID, 981. That's a really low number. A lot of Joe Cocker and Bob Dylan's music have low ID numbers, so I think they must have been a staple of the early years of Radio Paradise.
My favorite Joe Cocker tune. So. Much. PASSION!
gregharpold wrote:
I love your story, and am sorry it ruined Joe Cocker for you. I had a similar experience with Janes Addiction once, but eventually I got over it. It only took 20 years and was only about half as traumatic!
I love your story, and am sorry it ruined Joe Cocker for you. I had a similar experience with Janes Addiction once, but eventually I got over it. It only took 20 years and was only about half as traumatic!
I love this song. When I was a young man I really dug Leon Russell doing the count. I always though I would grow out of it. 47 years later I am beginning to think that will not happen.
The backup singers on this album are the bomb.
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
Croced Me a River
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Croced Me a River
I saw Joe Cocker in a little bar called Apples in Longmont, CO back in 1980. The backup singers weren't as good as this but they were still great. I was 7 months pregnant and danced all night. Oh, to be 20 again!! (and yes, I know that's young to have a baby but my husband and I are still together all these many years later).
smousourakis wrote:
I could watch that all day. I don't like peppers though.
...
I could watch that all day. I don't like peppers though.
Lyndont wrote:
Don't be sorry, everybody has different tastes. ...whatever floats your boat!
Sorry, I never got the appeal of Joe Cocker. Always thought he was trying to be a male Janis Joplin
Don't be sorry, everybody has different tastes. ...whatever floats your boat!
Sorry, I never got the appeal of Joe Cocker. Always thought he was trying to be a male Janis Joplin
1,2,3,4 shout out by the drummer.
Cool
Cool
haretic wrote:
Yes, agree with what you wrote. He was a typical English working class boy who was given the keys to the kingdom and never thought he deserved to have them. His self-abuse was how he dealt with it.
The English class system taught the lower orders were only fit to be kept in their places, those like Joe, who rose above their stations often couldn’t handle their lionizations. To survive you had to be ruthless, like Keith Richards. Nice guys ended up like Joe
Yes, agree with what you wrote. He was a typical English working class boy who was given the keys to the kingdom and never thought he deserved to have them. His self-abuse was how he dealt with it.
The English class system taught the lower orders were only fit to be kept in their places, those like Joe, who rose above their stations often couldn’t handle their lionizations. To survive you had to be ruthless, like Keith Richards. Nice guys ended up like Joe
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
Sorry about the car!
Joe Cocker isn't the only artist I've heard of who drunkenly embarrassed himself onstage, disappointing thousands of fans.
I recognize that it's hard to have compassion for a person who seemingly "has it all;" yet feels such misery that he pursues oblivion to the point of public humiliation.
It seems to me that self loathing is somehow a deep portion of the human experience; more painful and debilitating for some than for others. I hope Joe found some healing in later life.
I think you'll forgive him at some point.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
...
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
...
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
...
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
...
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
...
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
...
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Sorry about the car!
Joe Cocker isn't the only artist I've heard of who drunkenly embarrassed himself onstage, disappointing thousands of fans.
I recognize that it's hard to have compassion for a person who seemingly "has it all;" yet feels such misery that he pursues oblivion to the point of public humiliation.
It seems to me that self loathing is somehow a deep portion of the human experience; more painful and debilitating for some than for others. I hope Joe found some healing in later life.
I think you'll forgive him at some point.
A classic oldie from the time machine...thanks RP
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
This sounds like a fevered dream. Yet it has the ring of Truth. How fortunate you were to have this experience, rather than a common sexual exchange you would not think of sharing. I envy you.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
This sounds like a fevered dream. Yet it has the ring of Truth. How fortunate you were to have this experience, rather than a common sexual exchange you would not think of sharing. I envy you.
DanO-1 wrote:
Sweet Home Alabama?
The second best 1234 in rock history. Thanks Leon.
Sweet Home Alabama?
Lyndont wrote:
Hence his nickname! The Sheffield Soul Shouter - still I'm a fan...RIP Joe! Long Live RP!!
Really do not like Joe Cocker. Shouting to music!
Hence his nickname! The Sheffield Soul Shouter - still I'm a fan...RIP Joe! Long Live RP!!
Krispian wrote:
I'm thinking.......no.
Doesn't this guy write any of his own songs?
I'm thinking.......no.
Really do not like Joe Cocker. Shouting to music!
zigzag wrote:
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
doesn't sound like an american voice however...
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
doesn't sound like an american voice however...
Those background singers are on it and the whole live thing is amazing.
DanO-1 wrote:
And the first? Hard to top the master of time and space. ; )
The second best 1234 in rock history. Thanks Leon.
And the first? Hard to top the master of time and space. ; )
DanO-1 wrote:
I can think of Born to Run (which I consider not very good) but probably the best is the Ramones - in aggregate.
The second best 1234 in rock history. Thanks Leon.
I can think of Born to Run (which I consider not very good) but probably the best is the Ramones - in aggregate.
You are just killing it tonight, Bill.
The second best 1234 in rock history. Thanks Leon.
My fav Cocker song. The others I've either heard too often and have gotten passe, or they just don't charge me up like this one.
whomhow wrote:
ain't no such thang as to much fun
This version fails in a musical way a bit A sort of too much of everything... 4.
ain't no such thang as to much fun
Always! A rockin good time.
test
9
This version fails in a musical way a bit A sort of too much of everything... 4.
zigzag wrote:
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
Does sound a bit like Mick, though.
I do wish there were more raucous singers like Joe these days.
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
Does sound a bit like Mick, though.
I do wish there were more raucous singers like Joe these days.
This is a fantastic performance and arrangement of a true American classic, despite the use of the word "plebeian" in the lyric. Also love the version by Sam Cooke.
yeah let's turn this into Sat Nite!
Outstanding album! A must own.
Wow.... I haven't heard this since the days I had it on vinyl!
Thanks for the memories!
G
Thanks for the memories!
G
This album was recorded in 1970, not 1969. Maybe not a big deal, but worth noting because he released two other albums and appeared at Woodstock in '69, all of which led to this tour.
bluedot wrote:
you mean that voice saying, "1-2-3-4?" it's a voice that does sound similar to jagger's, but, given the fact that it's a live recording, they'd probably have given him a whole song to sing if he were actually there. or something. i'm thinking it's probably not mick jagger.
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
you mean that voice saying, "1-2-3-4?" it's a voice that does sound similar to jagger's, but, given the fact that it's a live recording, they'd probably have given him a whole song to sing if he were actually there. or something. i'm thinking it's probably not mick jagger.
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
Well worth another bump.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'. She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room. As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage. You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason. He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage. His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band. Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Well worth another bump.
WonderLizard wrote:
Thanks to Paul Jones (singer in the Blues Band and with Manfred Mann) and the Counterpoint series on BBC World Service radio waaay back in the late eighties, I heard Julie's version and could not agree more.
Okay, I love this album, and I love Joe...but you haven't lived until you've heard Julie London torch this one. Shivers up and down, yessiree...
Thanks to Paul Jones (singer in the Blues Band and with Manfred Mann) and the Counterpoint series on BBC World Service radio waaay back in the late eighties, I heard Julie's version and could not agree more.
Carl wrote:
I wore the groves out on my vinyl copy long ago. Great album and the flick was fun too.
This album and I intersected at just the right time for me but I never bothered to get it. Regret that now but, after having heard it again here, I now have it digitally. Would have preferred vinyl, but it's much more accessible this way. Either way, a classic, IMO.
I wore the groves out on my vinyl copy long ago. Great album and the flick was fun too.
RedGuitar wrote:
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
I believe Stainton is on organ and Mr Russel on piano
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
I believe Stainton is on organ and Mr Russel on piano
Doesn't this guy write any of his own songs?
This album and I intersected at just the right time for me but I never bothered to get it. Regret that now but, after having heard it again here, I now have it digitally. Would have preferred vinyl, but it's much more accessible this way. Either way, a classic, IMO.
Beaker wrote:
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
Diggin' the workout the B3 is getting. Luv that sound.
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
Awww Joe was alright in my book, don't know why people gotta be hatin on him like that.
Belushi...
This goes to show that anyone (with the exception of Foreigner) may, on some rare occasion, produce a listenable piece of music. Gets a "5" from me, by far the highest rating for a Cocker song.
Ok, so Joe was ok, but his finest hour for me was when he sang "A Little Help From My Friends" at Woodstock. I wasn't there but his body language was just so intense, and though he screamed the lyrics, that performance was one hell of a defining song for me. I'm still gettin by with a little help from my friends. Thanks Joe.
His best album - EVER!
1...2...3...4...
Didn't like Joe then and still don't. Never got his appeal at all.
soulful white dude.
Love this song!
Great old tune. 7
What's the title of this song? Perhaps it should be called "How quickly can I change the channel?"
DaveInVA wrote:
Is he singing "I drained a liver over you"?
Is he singing "I drained a liver over you"?
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
But you're not bitter, are you?
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
.....
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
.....
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
But you're not bitter, are you?
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
This story belongs in the Rock and Roll hall of shame! Thanks Grizzly.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'. She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room. As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage. You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason. He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage. His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band. Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
This story belongs in the Rock and Roll hall of shame! Thanks Grizzly.
I like 2 of his songs. Not this one.
Okay, I love this album, and I love Joe...but you haven't lived until you've heard Julie London torch this one. Shivers up and down, yessiree...
One of the greatest live albums/tours ever. I'm glad it hasn't been forgotten. For years you never heard it played on the radio so I'm glad RP and others have brought it back into the light.
This song was a huge part of my formative years...
Yes, when Joe was good, he was excellent, as he is here. When he was bad, however, as Grizzly _Old_Man below, found out, he 
(I see the puke icon has been removed!)
(I see the puke icon has been removed!) Grizzly_old_man wrote:
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
What a great story! Rock & Roll!
His vocal 'stylings' have been learned by such 'notable' singers as John Mellenkamp and Bryan Adams. Rasp 'n' retch until the melody suffers and bleeds and is finally destroyed.
The over the top cry me a river of raspy upchucking ciggarette and so boozed I can't stand up style. I don't normally like to knock a song, but this performer...
Even Tom Waits is a better 'singer'.
Grizzly_old_man wrote:
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Wow.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Blah blah blah death rattle blah blah hic!
One of the most distinctive voices in popular music. Always makes me do my Belushi-doing-Cocker moves.
Now would be a nice time for some Leon Russell.
Oh my, the album cover screams, "Welcome to the gun show!" LOL. The song's a keeper though.
I love the picture on the cover--it makes me giggle.
And that beautiful LP-cover you could unfold 4x it's size. (I still have it)
Saw Joe and the whole band in the spring of 70, great stuff an army of talent on that stage.
IT DON'T GET NO BETTER THAN THAT BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't help liking this song.
bluedot wrote:
you mean that voice saying, "1-2-3-4?"
it's a voice that does sound similar to jagger's, but, given the fact that it's a live recording, they'd probably have given him a whole song to sing if he were actually there.
or something.
i'm thinking it's probably not mick jagger.
It's Leon Russel. Mad Dogs & Englishmen was also a movie. Don't know if it is available on DVD & haven't seen it since it came out in '71.
apd wrote:
Hey! Some guy's ripping-off Justin...
You know the sad thing is that Justin probably didn't even know there what another song with that title. I'm sure that most of his fans don't.
Used to hang out at Joe and Pam's house in SB. Joe is very mellow, very cool, and a devoted grandfather. Good to hear him on RP!
apd wrote:
Hey! Some guy's ripping-off Justin...
augspies2002 wrote:
Is that Mick Jagger I hear in the background towards the end of this track.
Brilliant track BTW.
you mean that voice saying, "1-2-3-4?"
it's a voice that does sound similar to jagger's, but, given the fact that it's a live recording, they'd probably have given him a whole song to sing if he were actually there.
or something.
i'm thinking it's probably not mick jagger.
too cooooool!!!!! (pimp) 
\:D/ :nodhead: (pimp) 
\:D/ :nodhead: (pimp) Damn!
"One, Two, Three, Four...."
Whoever shamelessly ranked this song with a 1 out there must have the personality of a door knob !!
Joe and Leon et al ...
Scared my mom and rocked my room
TURN IT DOWN !!!!!!!!!! 
Happy Birthday, Joe!
59 today and still going strong.
Another reason why RP just flat-out rocks and kicks ass - where do you ever hear rockin' tunes like this anymore?
And yes, that does sound like Mick at the end, counting off the next bar...
Hey! Some guy\'s ripping-off Justin...
How could anyone not like this song.
Got my toes tapping right from the first bar...
Holy Cow! Awesome! Mad Dogs and Englishmen - pure boogie!
:D
Probably one of Joe\'s best and Leon on the piano to boot. :D
Well, that was great. Loved hearing that one again, especially for Leon Russell\'s piano behind the vocals driving the music.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
So what?