Great news, everybody! Adventures Through the Mines of Mellow Gold is back!
Or, alternately:
Awful news, everybody! Adventures Through the Mines of Mellow Gold is back!
The point is: like it or not, we’re back and planning on bringing you more of the lamest, pansy-assiest music from that magical period in the ’70s and ’80s when everybody seemed to misplace their nutsacks. My hope is to do this once a month (after doing weekly MG postings in ‘07, I found I could no longer sustain an erection), and now that I’ve written it on the Internet, it must be true, right?
Anyway, so away we go! Let’s see. I have a nice big Mellow Gold playlist here on iTunes. I’ll just close my eye and point my mouse at a track, and…
Aw, shit. Nigel Olsson? What the hell is he doing on here? Isn’t he just the guy who plays drums in Elton John’s band with the headphones and white gloves and looks like the spawn of David Cassidy and the Cryptkeeper?
Okay, I looked back, and it seems like we can blame a reader named John Anselmo for today’s post, as he suggested Olsson’s one song that cracked the Top 20. Let me see if I can find his address and we can torch his house. Kidding, kidding. Actually, I will defend John’s suggestion, because the song in question fits quite well into the Mellow Gold genre (did we decide if Mellow Gold was a genre?). It fits so well, actually, that I often hear it, think “this is perfect for Mellow Gold,” promptly forget about it, and then repeat the process. Wussy, yet utterly forgettable? I don’t think it could be any more appropriate for this series.
