The 3-Chord Rock Song – In Praise Of

Originally posted on Another Word For It...:

I have an enduring love for the three minute rock song. Or three chord rock song. Either. Both. I suppose I just mean that simple song with a basic melodic structure and a big heart.

Think Tom Petty’s ‘Free Falling’. That sort of song. A little riff, a little hook and a nice backbeat.

That song doesn’t have much (or any) of those in spades, but it works and I will not be dissuaded in this discussion.

I suppose it’s because I have a intuitive love of the blues and these songs are just an extension of that. I think it was Chuck Berry who said that the blues had a child and she called it rock and roll. But he was sweating in the arms of his underage cousin while crossing state lines for immoral purposes at the time, so that might not count. Or was that Jerry Lee…

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I’m a soothsayer

Yesterday I joked about how sore I was going to be after touch rugby, which followed my first hectic gym session after my battle against man flu. As I type this, I deeply regret those words.

There I was, 53 minutes into a fantastic game of touch rugby, when I felt it happen. I had just had one of the best games I’ve had in a long, long time — I scored several tries, put in some excellent passes, and had covered 2.8km. It was really cool. But, with the teams locked at 4-all in the first-to-five battle for victory, I felt the pain. It was sharp and I knew exactly what had happened.

sore knee

The crunch was the giveaway. As was the immediate swelling. And the pain, of course. My ligaments had been hurt. How badly, I didn’t — and still don’t — know. I’ve had a knee operation on this buggered left knee of mine, and it’s always prone to injuries of various kinds. Normally it’s a week to 10 days and I’m back to 100%, but I’ve also had a few tweaks that have put me on crutches and out of action for 6 weeks. At this stage, I think it’s the former. I’m hoping it is, anyway.

Maybe, however, as my friend Sarah suggested, I need some cement. She might be right.


A simple prediction for tomorrow

After overcoming my near-death man flu experience, I felt excellent today for the first time in a week. What did I do with this new-found energy boost? I kicked my own ass in gym — and then planned for touch rugby this evening. And what does this mean? It means that a picture and a gif will perfectly describe me tomorrow: