It’s Day 2 of my recovery week and besides this (Day 93) core routine, the only other thing on the workout docket is, maybe a short bike ride with HRH this afternoon when she gets home from school. I’ll begin more easy(ish) workouts tomorrow but as it is, I’m simply enjoying being lazy today. Well, if holding my second 6 minute plank can be considered as “lazy” that is. Anyway, today’s core workout has been set to the mysterious ‘Windows‘ album by the Charlie Daniels Band.
I say “mysterious” because this another album of which I have absolutely no freakin’ recollection of how it ever came to be a part of my record collection.
I mean, growing up I had no familiarity with Charlie Daniels whatsoever. Largely, I still don’t – yet here it is. It’s like I just woke up one day and there it was wedged between my Dali’s Car and Miles Davis’ ‘Jack Johnson‘ albums; as if magically delivered by vinyl fairies. Or maybe there’s a vinyl stork who delivers obscure albums to new record aficionado’s, who knows?
Needless to say it hasn’t received a lot of spin time on the ‘ol turn table so I thought I’d give it a chance today. After all, what else are you going to do while trying to keep your abs from exploding while planking?
The album was released in 1982 and is actually Charlie’s 12th album. It was recorded in Nashville, TN and then mixed at the infamous Record Plant in Los Angeles, CA. The only big hit from the album that you might have heard of (I hadn’t) was ‘Still In Saigon‘ (which, truthfully, starts off sounding rather like ‘Call Me‘ by Blondie if you were to ask me) which reached #22 in the Billboard 200, although both the rowdy revenge tale ‘Ragin’ Cajun‘ and the tender ballad ‘We Had It All One Time‘ were also released as singles but failed to crack the Top 100. I would also be remiss to add that ‘Ain’t No Ramblers Anymore‘ and ‘Partyin Gal‘ are also decent examples of classic 80’s era Southern Rock.
On a personal note, I really like the album cover. Maybe it’s not Simply the Tits kind of awesome but it is still very quaint “Grant Wood-ian” depiction of quiet, rural Americana. I find it very serene and calming which is good considering that my body begins to quiver and shake like a round of jello shots around the 4 minute mark of holding this stupid plank.
I imagine it’s what someone one might see if they happened to look out the window of their hotel room on a sunny afternoon in any small town America location (hence the album title I presume), and I can just let my brain drift off into the picturesque fountains, gazebos’, churches and steam boats floating down the river in the distance…
There’s another view on the back cover but it’s set in more of a city-scape kind of setting and it’s not nearly as comforting as the front.
The album itself was well, meh. Not exactly Shit List material, but I’m not about to throw it on regularly either. Maybe this is why magical fairies were required in order to find it a forever home.