She Talks To Angels, by the Black Crowes.
The first two Black Crowes records (and to be clear, the only two I remember) hit at just the right moment for me, absolutely teenaged, enamored with the blues and the Stones, and the sound of a guitar tuned to an open chord, and this song is wrapped up in all of that.
I can’t think of this music without being transported directly to my bedroom from age 8-16, the room where I learned to play guitar, where I imagined myself on stage in front of my mirrored closet doors, where I spun around under black lights and tangled my cables, where my way too heavy bass amp dutifully transmitted the sound from my knockoff cherry red Ibanez clone that wouldn’t stay in tune (my fault) to the wood floor.
And goodness is it fun to play.
Had to add the organ, obvs. Hit the opening solo riff much better than the one in the middle, obvs. Can’t hit the highest notes, obvs.
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