MotoKicX serves up a song about or starring motorcycles every Thursday. This week: Moby Grape with ‘Motorcycle Irene’.
The ode to this noble unknown – but clearly appetizing – wench and that of her Harley-Davidson, is peppered with sixties engine sounds by the five gentlemen of Moby Grape in 1968. A poppy rock band that doesn’t really have a nice story to tell. telling falls: Simon Cowell-wise thrown together for their individual talent and their Beatles-esque boy look. So nothing special. Surprisingly, they’ve made more comebacks than Erik Buell; they are currently in their eighth (!) active period.
That diligence seems commendable, were it not for the fact that they mainly need the money. Because of debts, the gentlemen had already sold all rights to their group name to their then manager before their relatively great success. Throw in some drug problems, a fight, and two band members with schizophrenia (after years of LSD use), and you know it’ll never work out…
There she sits a-smokin’, reefer in her mouth
Her hair hanging northward as she travels south
Dirty, on her Harley (but her nails are clean)
Super-powered, de-flowered over-eighteen Irene
Photography header: Archive A. Herl