Well, it is about time to pass on some kudos to my musical foil: half of Thick ‘n’ Rich, patriot, father, vet, Mad Dog Rabid Sox fan and my partner in crime for lo, these many years..., Neal Phelon.
Neal has turned me on to many great tunes over the years, but never have I enjoyed an LP that he suggested more than Revenge Will Come by Greg Copeland. It’s solid from track 1 thru 10. Copeland, a lifelong pal of Jackson Browne, got JB to produce this 1982 release. Sonically, it is chock full of the slick California studio sound of the late 70’s and early 80’s. Copeland doesn’t have a memorable voice either, but the man can write a song.
Every song on this LP is from the heart. Idealism is served up in large doses, but it’s not maudlin at all. “At the Warfield” left the most indelible mark on me of the 10 tracks on this disk, describing the writer’s dilemma: choosing the amoral rock and roll lifestyle vs the positive energy of rock and roll. Ultimately, after detailing his internal monologue with us he comes up with a plan: “When you’re really all alone/ You’ve got to bargain with a cheat/ cuz this is where the romance and the real world meet/ so f*&k this desolation/ let’s go dancing in the streets/ At the Warfield.”
Great lyrics. Wise words. To my lifelong and true friend. Does it get any better? Thanks, Neal.
P.S. – If you ever want to make him happy, spell his name N-E-I-L. He REALLY likes that ; 0 )
Neal has turned me on to many great tunes over the years, but never have I enjoyed an LP that he suggested more than Revenge Will Come by Greg Copeland. It’s solid from track 1 thru 10. Copeland, a lifelong pal of Jackson Browne, got JB to produce this 1982 release. Sonically, it is chock full of the slick California studio sound of the late 70’s and early 80’s. Copeland doesn’t have a memorable voice either, but the man can write a song.
Every song on this LP is from the heart. Idealism is served up in large doses, but it’s not maudlin at all. “At the Warfield” left the most indelible mark on me of the 10 tracks on this disk, describing the writer’s dilemma: choosing the amoral rock and roll lifestyle vs the positive energy of rock and roll. Ultimately, after detailing his internal monologue with us he comes up with a plan: “When you’re really all alone/ You’ve got to bargain with a cheat/ cuz this is where the romance and the real world meet/ so f*&k this desolation/ let’s go dancing in the streets/ At the Warfield.”
Great lyrics. Wise words. To my lifelong and true friend. Does it get any better? Thanks, Neal.
P.S. – If you ever want to make him happy, spell his name N-E-I-L. He REALLY likes that ; 0 )
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