To the Music of: I Can’t Drive 55 by Sammy Hagar

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I like Chickenfoot, but…

I tried not to compare Chickenfoot to Led Zeppelin.

In my first post about the new supergroup of guitarist Joe Satrani, vocalist Sammy Hagar (Van Halen), bassist Michael Anthony (Van Halen), and drummer Chad Smith (Red Hot Chili Peppers) I discussed Hagar’s stupid quote:

Chickenfoot could rival Led Zeppelin.

It was a dumb thing to say, and a bad measure of success for nearly any band. I know this. I tried to listen to this without drawing the comparison. I failed.

Think of it this way. I was out with some friends for dinner yesterday and there were a bunch of children playing “duck, duck, goose” next to us in this fairly pricey Princeton restaurant. I didn’t notice the kids (even though they were insanely loud). Then one of my friends pointed out the children and their derelict parents… in an instant they invade and monopolize my attention, despite my best efforts to ignore them.

That’s my roundabout way of saying, if Hagar had never drawn the comparison, I never would have thought to make it.

With that in mind, here are my thoughts on Chickenfoot’s debut album:

• I like the album
• I love Joe Satriani’s guitar playing
• Anthony & Smith lay down a great rhythmic foundation for Satch to build upon
• The lyrics are way too corny, but Hagar sings them well
• They are good, but are no where near Zeppelin

(AP Photo/Seth Wenig)

The instrumentals are modern and fun, but the lyrics all sound like they could have been ripped straight from some really cheesey 80s songs… which I guess is understandable given Hagar’s background. Here are some examples:

My Kind of Girl

Sun’s up

It’s 6:30

Fell asleep with the TV on again

Take five

Checkout the weather…

Runnin’ Out

…We’re runnin’ out

We’re runnin’out of time

We’re runnin’ out of gas

We’re runnin’ out of love

We’re runnin’ out

We’re runnin’ out

We’re runnin’ out…

I find Mr. “I Can’t Drive 55″ singing “We’re runnin’ out of gas” pretty laughable.

Then there is my favorite from Soap On a Rope

…I’ve got a woman

She’s fine too

Lets me do anything that I want to…

Umm… congratulations I guess…

All told, it’s a good rock & roll album. You probably won’t find deeper meaning in your life through it (and if you do, I might recommend therapy), but it is a fun, different, and energetic album. Most of the songs on here are worth a listen, so I say splurge and help the music industry by picking this one up on iTunes (so you get the extra song Bitten By the Wolf).

Chickenfoot certainly isn’t Led Zeppelin. There aren’t any tracks on here that are so perfect that you will remember the exact place you were when you first heard it… I just don’ think that Chickenfoot is that kind of band, and that’s fine; most aren’t.

In case you are wondering, the first time I heard Stairway to Heaven was in the car with my Father. We were driving along Rt. 9W past Rockland Lake (I thought that the person singing it was a woman. Sadly, I didn’t realize that it was Robert Plant and not a woman until senior year of high school).

Does anybody remember [laughter?] where you were when you first heard Stairway (or any other epic song of that nature)?

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NYT: “No Need For Speed“

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WITH a dash of common sense and a lot of gall, you can talk a cop out of writing you a traffic ticket – even if you’re guilty as charged, says an expert.

“You’ve got to have the right attitude – and that means you’ve got to have a good attitude,” our  Mystery Cop, an 18-year veteran of the police department in Gainesville, Florida, who spoke on condition of anonymity, told me exclusively.

“Cops are as human as you are. If you show them you’re not a jerk or an idiot, they’ll usually respond.”

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This weekend I drove from Atlanta, GA to Charleston, SC to see the Yorktown aircraft carrier (a great tour for those who haven’t been). As I was driving back early Sunday morning on interstates 26 and 20 I couldn’t help but notice the semi-tractor trailer trucks that were passing me. I was not going slow, about 5 over the speed limit to 75 mph but many of those trucks were easily doing 90 mph.

The Nixon administration passed the national maximum speed law in 1974 primarily as an energy conservation response to the 1973 oil crisis. It was predicted that 2-6 mpg would be saved for every car and truck on the road. Most consumer products and much of the raw materials for discrete manufacturing in the country are transported using motor carriers (18 wheelers). One of the contributing factors to the slowed growth of the economy from 1974-82 was the loss in shipping productivity.

When the national maximum speed law was repealed in 1995 some of the arguments for it were economic growth due to increased shipping productivity and there was no longer a fuel crisis. Fast forward to 2008 – nearly $4.00/gal for diesel, increased sensitivity to global warming and an economy that’s in rough shape. The radio chatter is that a 2009 democratic administration could resurface a maximum speed law for environmental and dependence on foreign oil reasons.

Are you prepared for increases in shipping/in-transit times? Are your just-in-time inventory and replenishment systems smart enough to adjust? Do you have the supply chain visibility for at-risk promise dates and the ability to track carrier performance?

What’s in my MP3 player today. “I can’t drive 55” by Sammy Hagar (honest, it is)

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