Buried Treasure: Bleecker & MacDougal

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[Today: The underrated voice…]

How does it feel to be rolled up in the gutter like a bum and left for dead? Fred Neil knows, and he’s got the songs to prove it. On his outrageously, tragically, under-Fing-rated 1965 gemstone Bleecker & MacDougal, he sings in a hybrid Folk/Pop/Blues style that captures the best parts of all those genres. The Blues were hardwired into his voice, but he honed his songwriting skills through hard work. As a former Brill Building writer/drone, he learned how to construct a song for maximum effect. He was also a fixture on the early 60’s Greenwich Village folk scene (along the way mentoring a young Bob Dylan, o’ by the way) and this nightly exposure to a live audience gave him the breadth of material and command thereof to form the backbone of a truly formidable album. That album was Bleecker & MacDougal.

How does it feel to be one of the most underrated songwriters of all-time? As luck would have it, Fred Neil knows the answer to that one too…

Listen: Bleecker & MacDougal

[It’s worth noting the the Sundazed 180 gram vinyl reissue of this album is a pretty snazzy package that sounds great and can be had for minimal $$ from your local purveyor of sound recordings… or e-bay.]

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3 Responses to “Buried Treasure: Bleecker & MacDougal”

  1. Furr Says:

    A modern-day warrior
    Mean mean stride,
    Todays tom sawyer
    Mean mean pride.

    Though his mind is not for rent,
    Dont put him down as arrogant.
    His reserve, a quiet defense,
    Riding out the days events.
    The river

    And what you say about his company
    Is what you say about society.
    Catch the mist, catch the myth
    Catch the mystery, catch the drift.

    The world is, the world is,
    Love and life are deep,
    Maybe as his eyes are wide.

    Todays tom sawyer,
    He gets high on you,
    And the space he invades
    He gets by on you.

    No, his mind is not for rent
    To any God or government.
    Always hopeful, yet discontent,
    He knows changes arent permanent,
    But change is.

    And what you say about his company
    Is what you say about society.
    Catch the witness, catch the wit,
    Catch the spirit, catch the spit.

    The world is, the world is,
    Love and life are deep,
    Maybe as his skies are wide.

    Exit the warrior,
    Todays tom sawyer,
    He gets high on you,
    And the energy you trade,
    He gets right on to the friction of the day.

  2. thep Says:

    I’ve been torturing the household this morning with Sing Along Fred Neil. Everybody now: you waltz in here with a handful of gimme, a mouthful of sweet lovin’ lies. I go limpin’ home feelin’ empty, tears all in my eyes…

  3. World B. Furr Says:

    Is Dan atop the neighbor’s roof with Oscar?

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