It's amazing how I got to my age without hearing bands like this. Just how much else have I missed? 

Heard a version of this by the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I think one of the members the  Black Rebel Motorcycle Club was a son of one of the members of the Call. And they were doing their version in tribute to his dad.

I remember KMET!  When I lived in Oregon in the 80's, I used to be able to get that station on my radio, and apart from KINK in Portland, it was my station of choice. Ah, the good old days.  I wonder why so many radio stations are going belly-up? Our local KOYT (Coyote FM) started in 1995 as the closest thing to early FM radio as an entity could get. I, and a bunch of other enthusiasts, were providing our CDs for uploading to their playlist, so we got to hear Jesse Colin-Young as well as Jesse Winchester. It was the first time I'd ever heard Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion" segué into "No More, No More."  I first heard Gregg Allman's "Come And Go Blues" done live and acoustic. It was my station of choice.

Coyote went from amazing rock music to current hits heard on any generic station to "classic" rock. Now, it's something with no music whatsoever - like a Larry King talk-radio show. I don't know why this happened (well, I have my suspicions, but can't prove anything), but it breaks my heart. I had a LOT invested in that fledgling station, and I really wanted to see it survive and thrive.

Sorry. Long, stupid story. It was the mention of KMET's demise that brought back memories of a better time... I am a very large, sentimental dork.

man, good tune. i met my wife at a Call / Psych Furs concert, 25-ish years ago. i still remember seeing her dance to them... good times.

Love that sentiment. Does the same thing for me.

RIP Michael
RIP Cynaera

This is the song I want to be roused from sleep with, because it's positive, energetic, and pretty powerful.  I love it. It would probably cause me to leap out of bed. (The next scene would be me crouching in pain because my knees refused to acknowledge the positivity of the song, based on their age and infirmation , and sent me to the floor.)

Still - this is a very invigorating song, and in a few weeks, I'll be able to leap out of bed, do ten push-ups, stride to the kitchen and mix a strawberry/banana/flax-seed smoothie in the blender, toss it back, and tackle the day like a soldier off to war.

Yeah, this song just does that to me. It might be the death of me, but if that happens, at least it wouldn't be the death of me because I was sprawled across the davenport of despair (to quote the late Warren Zevon.)

I frellin' LOVE this song.

The Davenport of Despair...lol...are you related to Edward Gorey? Great post—thank you. This kind of upbeat, charging song isn't around as much these days. 

Edward Gorey, definitely not despairing:

 

This is the song I want to be roused from sleep with, because it's positive, energetic, and pretty powerful.  I love it. It would probably cause me to leap out of bed. (The next scene would be me crouching in pain because my knees refused to acknowledge the positivity of the song, based on their age and infirmation , and sent me to the floor.)

Still - this is a very invigorating song, and in a few weeks, I'll be able to leap out of bed, do ten push-ups, stride to the kitchen and mix a strawberry/banana/flax-seed smoothie in the blender, toss it back, and tackle the day like a soldier off to war.

Yeah, this song just does that to me. It might be the death of me, but if that happens, at least it wouldn't be the death of me because I was sprawled across the davenport of despair (to quote the late Warren Zevon.)

I frellin' LOVE this song.

This is the song I want to be roused from sleep with, because it's positive, energetic, and pretty powerful.  I love it. It would probably cause me to leap out of bed. (The next scene would be me crouching in pain because my knees refused to acknowledge the positivity of the song, based on their age and infirmation , and sent me to the floor.)

Still - this is a very invigorating song, and in a few weeks, I'll be able to leap out of bed, do ten push-ups, stride to the kitchen and mix a strawberry/banana/flax-seed smoothie in the blender, toss it back, and tackle the day like a soldier off to war.

Yeah, this song just does that to me. It might be the death of me, but if that happens, at least it wouldn't be the death of me because I was sprawled across the davenport of despair (to quote the late Warren Zevon.)

I frellin' LOVE this song.

Dang!  Sure enough does sound like Pete!