The Meters - Rigor Mortis
How can you not love The Meters? Seriously. I’ve been a bass player for years and years, and George Porter Jr… fucking awesome.
That said, I have a Neville I don’t like and he goes by the name of Aaron. Fucking Aaron. My Dad, on the other hand, loves him in all of his muscle shirt wearing falsetto-vibretto glory. We drove from Alaska to Wisconsin together in ‘93, right after he’d just purchased The Grand Tour on cassette. He didn’t bother to stock up on music for the long drive back, and all of my belongings were securely boxed up for the haul, so all the way through the Yukon, British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Manitoba provinces we listened to that tape… over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over… Near the US border at North Dakota a Neville ban was declared in order to avoid a certain-to-be bloody mutiny and radio silence was observed for the remainder of the trip.
To this day, if I ever meet Aaron Neville in person I will punch him the neck. Right in his huge tattooed fucking neck, damn the consequences!
