A Shame” by Foghat
people hear the name "Foghat," what do they think? Either they've
never heard of them, or they think of a bunch of mustachioed drunkards
churning out b-level British "southern rock" songs about slow
rides and takin' it easy. What they don't think of is a powerful commitment
to ending racism, and totally awesome "Exile On Main Street"
horn charts. Which is because they've never heard their song "What
A Shame." This is one of the wickedest boogie rock bar jams I've
heard in years. And it also includes this pointed bit of social commentary:
"They say that black is black and white is white / You can't cross
over 'cause it don't seem right." Well, the boys in Foghat don't
care what "they" say. They will keep jamming their mullet rock
all night long, even though the state of our society is "a shame"
because, for some reason, "the bluebird's gone from the windy city."
What does that mean? Only the herpes-besotted groupie who was undoubtedly
orally pleasuring passed-out Foghat guitarist Rod Price when he suddenly
awoke and had the brain fart to include an inexplicable bit of anti-racist
sloganeering in the middle of a song whose lyrics otherwise consist of
what seem to be nothing more than diary-like observations of daily life
such as "I'm fresh out of coffee and the cream turned sour / I'm
thinkin' 'bout the people I've been talkin' to / Been here a long time
and nobody knew" knows for sure.
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