Up on the Sun
Meat Puppets
Was late to the party on this great Arizona band who have defied classification over the years. A trait that perhaps hurt their immediate appeal, but has only helped their legacy.
From punk to post-punk to cow-punk to post-grunge to alternative country — I’m probably missing a few — but the common denominator has always been their passion for music. Just great songs, musicianship and execution.
I so admire their commitment to their music, rather than their image. They have lived the art life — it’s so obvious in hindsight because their entire catalog holds up. It’s a sign of a band working at a very high level. A band who knows who they are. And it makes me so happy to see their original lineup back together after all these years.
This little guitar riff is infectious — the opening title track from their excellent LP from ‘85. No eighties cliche’s interfering with this genius song that transcends genre. They remind me a little of Miracle Legion, but this sound is all their own and I love the thrown away feel of their vocals over those beautiful guitars.
I think of Flannery when I hear this one. I will forever remember the look on her face in the delivery room when we locked eyes for the first time. Forever seared in my memory.
We have had a lot to talk about over the years. We still do even though she’s in high school. And I still think about the warmth I’ve been trying to weave for her. Up on the sun, a little paradise. ❤️
A long time ago
I turned to myself
And said "You are my daughter"
I saw that the image I saw there was well
"So you are my daughter"
Well then maybe we've got something to talk about
Who told you so?
That gold burns slow
Like coal camper's candles all lost in the snow
Lay down, you're on
The warmth that I'm weaving is for you alone
Up on the sun
Where it never rains or snows
There's an ocean
With a wind that never blows
And if you see it closer
Then the finer points will show
Not too much more
Too much more
Up on the sun
Where it never rains or snows
There's an ocean
With a wind that never blows
And if you see it closer
Then the finer points will show
Not too much more
Too much more
