Episode 191: Chris Clark
Every Now and Zen I wax a little existential on here; doing so at least gets in the neighborhood of scratching that writer itch.
Daylight Savings has been over for a bit, and I think we're all still adjusting to it getting dark at 5:00 (soon to be 4:30), bracing for the holidays, and stirring the miniature marshmallows of emotion into the cocoa that is the forthcoming cold.
I have a fat bundle of youth basketball games to look forward to watching to, and the last week or so with my high-school-freshman daughter has been decent, better perhaps than it was at the end of October, so that's where my focus is attempting to be right now: on the positive.
On that note, I continue to be excited about the podcast continuing to roll in the direction of its 200th episode, and this week's was a bunch of fun.
Chris Clark of Blue Oyster Culture Club (as well as Sisters of...) joined me for Episode No. 191, and I really enjoyed getting to know him and talking about his experiences growing up, making pals for life, joining bands, and making music. We also had a look at a few of Chris' favorite albums. Those were these:
Led Zeppelin IV (1971)
Season to Risk's self-titled debut (1993)
Sunny Day Real Estate's Diary (1994)
Show (1994), The Jesus Lizard
Sigur Rós' () (2002)
Find Chris on Facebook or Instagram (@beerdedclark) to keep tabs on all things B.O.C.C., and find the two Sisters of... releases on Apple Music or Spotify.
Thanks to Mr. Clark for making the trek down to K.C. from St. Joe, and props to all of you that support the show.
Note: Bill Brownlee's other Web site is called There Stands the Glass; I called it something else by mistake during my conversation with Chris.
copyright disclaimer: I used snippets of Robert Plant's "Big Log," for this episode, and they're not mine; I own zero rights to them. It's a cut from his 1983 release, Principle of Moments. Plant came up in our conversation, and was very much on the brain once I hit that portion of the episode edit. So, I quickly poked at Plant's solo hits looking for this one, and when I found it I remembered that I've always found the name to be stupid. Until a few moments ago when I glanced at the song's Wikipedia page:
"'Big Log' was written in the middle of winter. We'd run out of fuel for the fire. We found the remains of an old tree lying outside, which was about 15 feet long, but had nothing to cut it with. So we put one end in the fire and slowly burnt it, till it was hollow."
And now I love the name. Kudos to guitarist Robbie Blunt for writing some super-fantastic licks for this tune. Timeless.