So tell me, baby, is it true all those things that they say about you…

If my ipod had a condition, it would have multiple personality disorder. But I think that’s a good thing. I can’t imagine listening to ONLY alternative songs, ’80s hairbands or sad country. I have a mix of (almost) everything — from Elvis to Aphex Twin and tons of others in between.

 

I also have a lot of songs that were played on the stupid commercial radio stations about one or two times, then faded away, but they’re really cool songs that deserve at least one listen. The nearly-unsung heroes, if you will, that will make your ipod much cooler than anyone else’s. I’m going to try to post some of these songs in the future and if you also know of any that you think deserve more recognition, leave a comment!

 

Today, boys and girls, our first Song Worthy of Going On Your Ipod is “Hotel Illness” by the Black Crowes. Sure, you’ve heard “Hard to Handle” and maybe even “Jealous Again” and “She Talks to Angels,” but this deserves a listen too. “Hotel Illness” has a lazy summer day vibe, with twangy Southern Rock guitars and Chris Robinson somehow making a drawl into staccato in the beginning before blending into a crunchy, tasty chorus. Here are the lyrics:

 

Oh good heavens, baby where’s my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker’s rule of thumb
It’s hard to talk with a novocain tongue

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can’t seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment.

Hypnotized by your rotten behavior
This week’s fashion is last year’s flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world’s greatest liar

So tell me, baby, is it true all those things that they say about you…

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Want more? See also: Black Crowes’ “Remedy.”