After a few offhand comments about making a newsletter, I’m finally following up on my promise. So welcome, or welcome back, to “chronically online teenager reviews classic albums”, or as I’ve so cleverly been calling it “Back In Your Day.” It’s been suggested that I do an introduction entry, which seems fair, so here we go.

For any of you who don’t yet know me, which is fairly unlikely, but you never know, I’m Eleanor. I’m many things, a student, a friend, a musician, a daughter, but anyone that’s spent more than an hour with me will know me best as “girl who heard ‘Killer Queen’ for the first time and decided to make it her entire personality.” This has made for some lovely interactions with my favorite genre of person, “old man with guitar.” I’ve discovered you only need to know about half the lyrics to a Johnny Cash song to get them to marvel at you these days.

I, like the majority of generations past, was captivated by the effortless cool of “the rockstar”, and I knew I just had to learn more. And learn I did, it’s now my life’s goal to become the most annoying model of human, the “random facts” kind. And if you think I’d spend that precious brain space on useful facts, you’re wrong, all I’ve got up there are stories about dead guys. To prove I’ve got game, here are a few of my favorites.

1. When George Harrison learned that Tom Petty didn’t own a single ukulele, he hand delivered one to his house. Tom thanked him, assuming he was done, that was before he led him to his car, trunk full overflowing with more ukuleles.

2. Jimmy Page once scared David Bowie so badly that in a state of drug induced paranoia, he started keeping jars of his own urine in his refrigerator in hopes of shooing Jimmy’s evil spirit away. (it didn’t work)

3. In an attempt to clean up his act before recording the Van Halen’s self-titled album, David Lee Roth had stopped smoking and drinking when he entered the studio. They tried a take of “Jamie’s Crying”, but the producer hated the sound of his cleaner voice, so he made him leave, smoke a joint, and eat a cheeseburger before returning and nailing the song in about 40 minutes.

Okay, so maybe not all of those guys are dead, but you get my point. (and 60% of them are, so like really what’s the difference)

I’ve got no beef (for the most part) with fans of the current billboard top 100, I just find the top 100 of 50 years ago to be infinitely more interesting. So if you’re like me, and enjoy feeling nostalgic over a time you may or may not have lived through, or maybe you just enjoy hearing a teenager’s thoughts on the music of your childhood, I’d encourage you to stick around. We talk about some pretty neat (or not neat) stuff here, and I’m more than willing to defend my stance if you happen to disagree.

That’s about all I have to say for now, but catch me back here next time to hear my thoughts on a band a little blackbird told me was bigger than Jesus?