Fool For the City (1975)
I make no apologies for including a Foghat song here. I guess you had to be there.
I'm no spring chicken. And as a white, middle-class suburban kid who grew up in a certain era, I’ve spent lots of time listening to classic rock. Lots and lots and lots of time. So much time that hearing many of those old chestnuts nowadays makes me want to hurl. But there are a few exceptions - like Slow Ride.
I was never much of a Foghat fan, mind you. They released a few classic rock staples and I might have had one of their albums, and without doing a memory check, I seem to recall that at least one member had a giant droopy mustache. But maybe that was the guy in the Doobie Brothers. Or maybe there was a guy (more than one guy?) in both bands, this being kind of a heyday for giant droopy mustaches. Another point of interest – as the story goes, Foghat apparently mistakenly thought that they were the inspiration for some of Spinal Tap's fictional misadventures.
As with so many bands of their era, Foghat formed in the Seventies to share their fondness for blues and blues-based hard rock with the world. They peaked later that decade but like so many other classic rockers, continue to beat the dead horse up until the present. Never mind that only one original member is still aboard (alive?). That's rock and roll.
Slow Ride, in all its glory, takes for its subject matter what so much other rock and roll is about. There’s a surprise. But it is a slow ride indeed, with a plodding and terribly enticing groove holding things on track until the thrilling conclusion more than eight minutes later. It's nothing fancy but sometimes that's just what the doctor ordered.