The three hundred and eleventh song: Into the Mystic - Van Morrison
We start off this batch of 1970 songs with some nice folk rock, giving a feeling of detachment from the world leading into a feelingo f nature. The lyrics are apparently intentionally using homophones, creating more of a feeling where it can mean what it wants. A song that's more about the feeling than a specific meaning, really, and that shows - and works.
The three hundred and twelfth song: Get Up (I Feel Like Being a) Sex Machine - James Brown
This feels like the song James Brown is most associated with, one of those big funk songs that must have felt somewhat controversial. It's especially aggressive in its lyrics, not as much when it relies on the bass, but it's more about the ongoing repeating rhythm that words are almost improvised over - again getting you in a mood, but a different one here.
The three hundred and thirteenth song: Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Here we get a song with an actual message, more content and some real counter culture relevance, a protest against the violence seen in a police shooting following protests that were common in this day. CSN&Y were always connected to this and there's some real emotion running through this song, anger at what happened, that make it sound more raw. It's not complex musically, but the impact is far greater here from the actual emotion.
The three hundred and fourteenth song: The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon & Garfunkel
Not as much of a protest as Ohio (but why would it be), here we have a more personal sadder folk song, which again features Paul Simon doing great work - I've really gotten to admire him on my way through the project, seeing what he did as writer and performer - creating a good sound that is encouraging but also a bit sad and accusatory.
The three hundred and fifteenth song: In a Broken Dream - Python Lee Jackson
Getting into rock, almost as its own interlude, we get a rock ballad featuring Rod Stewart that sounds haunting, emotional, layered in a way that I don't think we hear quite as often. There's a story in the break up this seems to describe and its volume works here, staying restrained enough to not overpower anything.
The three hundred and sixteenth song: Oh Lonesome Me - Neil Young
It feels rare to have covers on this list at this point, but this was thirteen years old when Neil Young recorded the song. It's a slow country ballad, not something that normally fills me with too much confidence, and it's true that it's not working as well for me as it probably could. I can see why Neil Young would be celebrated and why this would work for some, but for me this particular song doesn't really go anywhere. I guess it's not the standout track the book claims this is.
The three hundred and seventeenth song: 54-46 Was My Number - Toots & The Maytals
"Oh hell, ska" rang through the living room as we started this - not everyone here appreciates it and I do feel the uncoordinated, loose sound here doesn't really work as well as it should. It's got a decent story going on its lyrics and Toots pulls off his parts well, but the call and response doesn't really hit the mark and limits the song. It tries, and the band's talents are there, but this doesn't seem to be the best showcase.
The three hundred and eighteenth song: Working Class Hero - John Lennon
There is something to be said about John Lennon's talents, both in the Beatles and in his later solo work, but Working Class Hero isn't reaching those peaks for me. He has a decent voice and the acoustic guitar I suppose underlines the point, but it doesn't really create the emotions or reach the heights of other songs - I can see why you'd keep it small, but then it needs to connect on some other level, and I don't feel he pulls that off here. Too isolated and alone to make an impact.
The three hundred and nineteenth song: Box of Rain - The Grateful Dead
Here we get what feels like a simpler rock song, accessible and easy to listen to. The vocals aren't strong, but they are earnest - as you get when a bassist writes and performs a tribute to his father. It somehow comes through in a way that goes beyond just the lyrics (written based on the songs and nuances that were there before). I understand it's not classic Grateful Dead, but these create a sound and lyric that have their own mood and hope.