I Only Know What I Know

The Times - Red With Purple Flashes

I’m not going to posture like I know anything really about The Times, or this song, or how important it was to anyone else, or what kind of blip it registered on any greater cultural radar.

It came to me through a great friend. A friend I made through the kind of mutual recognition in one another that comes particularly with music. You like this? You’re my kind.

The Mod Revival wasn’t really my scene, even though I love The Who. The Jam never really had the kind of razor slice across the throat I look for. It also didn’t make sense to my sweaty Southern sensibilities. Power Pop that I go for is a bit more revved up, maybe, but I love a catchy song. This sits on the fence of both those playing fields I guess.

Throw all that out the window, with the baby and the bathwater. This song has me dreaming of times again, walking through grey-skied alleys, with smartly dressed friends and a tall can in my hand and no future in sight.

Like what I’m doing here? Let me know by suggesting it to someone else that may like it. Not into this song? Stick around for the next one, it may be what you didn’t know you needed! Remember, there are only two genres of music here at SERMONS!: good and bad, and I have to much to do to waste time on bad music.