Ah yeah. That Budokan LP kicked some ass. That and the Frampton Comes Alive from a few years before pretty much owned my white suburbia childhood summers as far as live albums go.
And you can’t knock Dwight. You have to love cover songs by folks from outside their genre. Check out Nina Gordon’s version of “Straight Outta Compton” or the Three Tenors doing “Happy Xmas (War is Over)”.
And nobody cares anymore, but actually, an album is a collection of songs released together, say on a cassette, CD or even a record. I think that was what you were going for. But, words don’t mean anything anymore.
Which is too bad.
I’ve had a warm spot for Cheap Trick ever since I saw them on “Don Kirschner’s Rock Concert.” Standard 4-man rock band. Lead singer: pretty boy with long blond hair. Lead guitar: some goofball with a baseball cap, turned sideways, but boy could he play. Bass guitar: I forget. But the highlight was the drummer - I think his name was Bun E. Carlos. A paunchy, balding old fart (I figure about 45), white business shirt and thin tie, with a burning cigarette hanging from his lips while he pounded those drums, sweat pouring off his extensive forehead. Gad, what a sight!
There ya go Peiper! That’s the Alice In Wonderland definition, which fits today’s world perfectly.
Dwight Yoakam’s version of this song it the best!!!
Bakersfield rules!!!