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Except for the fact that he initially lacked a drummer and bassist, the concept of Billy Bragg, when he first hit the scene, was right up my alley: Clash-inspired, heart-on-his-sleeve type with more than a dash of righteous Paul Weller; meat and potatoes chord changes and no-punches-pulled vocal style; distinctive album art; DIY game plan; seemed like a great bloke. To this day he retains all those qualities, plus he's not against using a rhythm section now and then. I truly wish I could embrace the records of Billy Bragg, but all I've ever owned by him is the Joe Boyd-produced Workers Playtime, which is strong and includes the one Billy Bragg song I've always loved without reservations, "The Great Leap Forwards". I check him out every few years, sampling songs I might download and hearing new stuff on the radio, but beside his songs on that first Woody Guthrie album he did with Wilco, I don't come close to embracing his music. Maybe it's because he's a little too focused, too put together. Are there nooks and crannies in Billy Bragg's music? He always seems to be shoving his Braggness in my face. His accent almost seems like a put-on. Is it for real or an affectation? And the solo electric guitar performances, although cool in concept, don't cut it for me. An unaccompanied electric guitar usually sounds silly to my ears.
It's too bad. Bragg seems like a guy who'd be cool to hang with. We would talk about Joe Strummer and other topics near and dear to our hearts. We'd drink a few cups of coffee and take in a sporting event. Someone would recognize him while we were standing in line for sausages, and I'd be impressed by how gracious he was with this stranger. Is there any hope for me and Billy Bragg?
my dad likes this shit and i hate it.
big steve is gonna yell at me, but this guy's another folkie, only he has no pop sensability.
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