Headlights....

..... this past semester at college was an interesting one....... in spite of irritating my communist American History II professor, I still managed to pull a 91 for a final grade, and I found a laughingly large amount of satisfaction in that particular A....... but the most fun, unexpectedly, was in Music Appreciation.......

.... for our final "project" we had to write the final chapter of our text book and submit it for grading...... each chapter focused on a song, the melody, the lyrics, the tempo, the timbre, etc.... and we were asked to pick a song that we enjoyed and analyze it musically......... I, of course, chose a song that I listen to almost daily and that most folks have probably never even heard...... my professor certainly hadn't.... and she teaches music!......

.... anyway, I awoke this drowsy Sunday morning with lines from the fist verse of this song replaying over and over in my head for reasons that my age-addled mind cannot fathom........

"I sat on the porch without my shoes
And I watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced
To the corner of the kitchen wall"


...... when I was growing up I lived at the wooded end of a dead-end street...... prior to the 911 adjustment of the road naming convention it was called Addison Switch Road...... now, of course, it is the much less interesting "County Road 511"..... personally, I like Addison Switch much better, but the public's safety must be maintained for the Greater Good..... and bureaucrats do so love their tidy numbered streets.....

..... when darkness fell, it was dark....... there was no traffic on my childhood road after lights out..... there were never any "headlights racing to the corner of the kitchen wall"....... that is, with the exception of the summer nights that I spent with my Great Uncle Robert and my Great Aunt Louise...... Robert owned a large, sprawling farm in the town of Madisonville where he grew acres upon acres of tobacco every summer....... and my cousins and I were drafted each summer to swell the ranks of his makeshift army of workers to harvest it......

..... although his farmland stretched deep into the countryside, his tiny farmhouse say just beside a fairly busy road beneath three enormous and ancient maple trees..... the road was always quite busy by my dead-end standards, and cars would pass by at least every ten minutes or so......

.... after working in the fields for him all day in the hot sun, we would come home for dinner..... and I would spend the night sleeping on the sofa in his living room wrapped in a tufted old afghan that Louise had crocheted....... or a hand-pieced quilt that her mother had quilted 75 years before I was born....... and as I would begin to fall asleep I would hear the approach of a car........ zipping down the old country road in front of their house.... and as the sound of the tires on the tarmac crunched louder and louder I would open my eyes and stare at the ceiling........ humming, humming, humming along, and then the light...... bright, all at once...... a sliver of light in the corner of the living room on the ceiling...... slowly sliding across the wall...... past the recliner..... downwards..... and into the kitchen...... and then the rush as it slipped up the hall and out the other window........

.... the car had passed....... and soon, I fell asleep exhausted.......

.... my teacher seemed to enjoy my choice of song even though she had no clue who John Prine was...... sometimes education flows both ways, I guess....... and we students can enrich our mentors as much as they do us........

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More Waits....

... once again, The Missus is reading a book and it begins with a quote from Mr. Waits......... she brought it to me and I read it....... she cocked her head inquisitively..... I simply began to sing....... after I was finished, I said, "well, what does it mean?"......... and off she wandered back to the hammock shaking her head (most likely sorry that she asked....).......

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East Tennessee.....

.... not too bad for a blind man, if you ask me......

..... and being from East Tennessee, I consider myself both hillbilly AND just a little bit cultured........

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Waits.....

...... more music, but this time something a bit more poetic and a bit more out there...... I love the poetry of this song.......

... politics has been depressing me to the point of no return lately......... school has started back, and I am excited about that....... but, I am tired........

....... what an 18 months it has been.....

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...More Prine....

..... it has been on of those evenings......

..... I'm smiling my backside off and listening to some Prine tonight.......

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Past....

.... a bit of a blast from the past, but it was on my mind tonight........

.... I once described 1980s music videos and movies as the "best corndog on the rack....... it may be the best, but it is still just a corndog..."....... and as an example, I give you a music video that is most definitely not OSHA approved.....


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Fire.....

..... and while the election rolls, here you go........ I heard this on the way to town today and it just struck me....... .

.... besides...... isn't it nice to take a break from the real for a bit?......

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Lydia.....

... I switched out the CD that had been snuggled in Vivienne's CD player for the past few months and threw in some Prine....one of his Live albums, actually, and a true gem...... I'll give Tom Waits a rest for a few weeks at least before I sling him back towards cute Vivienne..... anyway, it occurred to me today that many people probably haven't heard one of the great poetic masterpieces by Mr. Prine....... so, I feel that I should share a few of his words...... and thus, we will all become just a wee bit more educated....... behold....

Donald and Lydia by John Prine

Small town, bright lights, Saturday night,
Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights.
Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl daughter of Virginia and Ray

Lydia
Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat
Behind her small eyes sunk deep in her fat.
She read romance magazines up in her room
And felt just like Sunday on Saturday afternoon.

But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby,
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
Like the love hidden deep in your heart.

Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday night,
A warehouse of strangers with sixty watt lights.
Staring through the ceiling, just wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a young PFC:

Donald
There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said.
Strangers had forced him to live in his head.
He envisioned the details of romantic scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine.

But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby,
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
Like the love hidden deep in your heart.

Hot love, cold love, no love at all.
A portrait of guilt is hung on the wall.
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.
Donald and Lydia made love that night.

Love
They made love in the mountains, they made love in the streams,
They made love in the valleys, they made love in their dreams.
But when they were finished there was nothing to say,
'Cause mostly they made love from ten miles away.

But dreaming just comes natural
Like the first breath from a baby,
Like sunshine feeding daisies,
Like the love hidden deep in your heart.

.... like Waits, you may not like his voice....... but also like Waits, if you don't like Prine's words, then you have no soul........ music isn't always about the soothing voices and melodic musicianship...... music is simply a different form of poetry..... a poetry that Waits and Prine are Masters at creating......

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Formative....

.... they say that the formative years are so very, very important...... and I suspect that my musical taste as an adult can be traced back to that long-ago evening when I was gifted this little gem about 1975....

... is it any wonder that I crave the soothing tones of Tom Waits and John Prine now?.....

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Prine....

.... woke up humming this song and haven't been able to shake it all day long........

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Soundtrack....

... the soundtrack for tonight.......... whoooo, boy....

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Marie.....

.... found this today and it sure churned up some memories....... I'd bet just about anything that my Dad had this in his 74 Ford F-150's 8-track player back in the day......

... you couldn't make up my childhood if you had all damned day......

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Home.....

..... what a trip, folks...... Aberdeen, Ballater, Banchory, Aboyne, Montrose, Perth, Crief, Crainlarich, Dunstaffnage, Oban, Mull, Iona, Inverary, Glasgow, and London.... and those were just the BIG towns....... I am beat...... I am home, but I am beat.....

.... time to listen to some music and relax.....for tomorrow, we begin it all again......

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Moods.....

..... currently chiming out from my CD Player while I whip up dinner..... Sweet & Sour Chicken and Hard Hearted Hannah.....

..."I saw her by the seashore with a great big pan..... She was pouring water on a drowning man!".....

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Waits....

.... just something to keep the spammers at bay and to keep this page teetering along..... as John Prine would say, "everything is cool."..... just channeling that one-legged guy in that asskicking contest, etc...... still, there is always enough time each day to dig on a little Tom Waits.......

... I'm up, they see me, I'm down...... rock on, rubberneckers.....

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Music.....

.... it has been a very, very long few months, rubberneckers........ and tonight?..... well, tonight I am enjoying a night of being a batchelor and catching up on some of my old records that I haven't had a chance to play in a long, long time....... so here, if you dare, are the Blues in The Air........

.... hey, not a bad way to end an evening, if you ask me......

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Songs....

... I awoke humming this song...... the poplar trees had just begun to drop the first of their September leaves in the front lawn, and I thought of long ago Helens and Blood Mountains....... and smoke filled cabins with guitars being played....... and many, many other nights.....

...... I do so love a set of blue eyes......

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Chet....

..... long day, but it ended quite nicely...... I ended up having my brother drop by after dinner for a few games of pool....... and I won for a change.......

..... still, this was the song of the night....... it is too bad that Chet was so broken...... he reminds me a bit of Townes in his earlier years.....

..... the Gershwins were amazing......

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Malibu....

... woke up humming this tune and just can't get it out of my head....... my goodness...

.... just look at the way those two look at each other......

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Raining.....

..... it has been a bachelor day here on The Compound, and the storms rolling through have washed everything clean..... I was smoking outside under the eaves of the house - hiding from the warm rain a few minutes ago - and the smell of wet earth filled the air...... thunder was rolling off in the distance..... and the trees were chattering as the rain patted their leaves....... certainly nice to have a break from the mid-90s that we've been having.....

... anyway, since I am alone tonight - and it is nearly 8pm, I must venture off to scare up some dinner..... and perhaps a gin and tonic.......

.... so, I will leave you with a "rainy day" song that I recalled this evening in between raindrop-dodging Camels...

.... I do hope you enjoy it....

..... I do love me some Nanci from time to time....

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Mood....

.... in the mood for some Donovan.....

.... that is all.....

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Music....

...... been humming this song for most ofthe evening.......

...... and I cannot WAIT for the morning........

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Thrashers.....

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Softly......

..... good lord, this brings back memories........ the eve before I joined The Corps!.......

..... pay no attention to the naked drummer........ I hear that drummers are kinda like that by nature........

..... I am off........

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Originals....

.... a friend of mine called me up the other day, and during the course of conversation he asked me a question, chiefly, "What the hell is up with your Tom Waits addiction?".....

... and really, it is a fair question...... after all, like Beefheart, Zevon, Zappa, etc., Mr. Waits can be a bit hard to swallow sometimes.... but really, it comes down to the poetry of his words - and not his voice - that causes my OCD mind to enjoy his art to the degree that I do.....

... anyway, my ole pal Bitterman recently posted a true treat as well.... and that, combined with the conversation I had with my friend, made me start thinking about Originals.... I touched on the subject a few years ago, actually, when waxing on about 'Pancho and Lefty'...... but now?..... well, after watching Darrel Scott's soulful performance of a song that HE WROTE and comparing it with the soulless Travis Tritt version that became famous, I just have to give the man some credit.... Darrel Scott sings that song as it was meant to be sung... he wrote it, he felt it, and he LIVED it......

.... and that kind of emotion cannot be faked..... and that is why - regardless of the clarity of voice, the expense of the back-up groups, and the light show - artists singing THEIR own songs are always the best...... because, in the end, they are the most honest rendition of the song in its purity...... and as a case in point, here are a few examples of what I mean.......

... here is Waits singing a song that he wrote.....



... and here is Sara McLachlan covering the same song....

... and here's Townes Van Zandt singing one of my favorites..... the "interview" beforehand is absolutely amazing.....

... and then here is a more commercial version.......

.... and just because I'm in the mood, here's another Townes original........ and, quite frankly, my favorite version.....

... and of course, Willie singing the same song.......

..... Originals, folks...... there really aren't that many around anymore........

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Mind......

...... where my mind has been over the past few days.....

...... and this ain't HALF of it!.....

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Home.....

.... scary, scary things here, rubberneckers......... but it is what it is......

..... in other news, I found an old song tonight that brought back some memories for me.....

.... and while I am not remotely from West Virginia, I do remember listening to this song on the radio as The Missus and I pulled up to the home of The Inlaws in Scotland........ and I cried....... I sat there in the car and cried......... if you listen to the song, you might understand just a bit about what it means to be "Home"....... we all miss our homes at one point or another.......

..... that was many, many years ago...... and now, well, the shoe is on the other foot, to use the eternal euphemism.......... but still, the song moves me.........

.... and yes, Fretkillr does a much better job than Mr. Denver............

...... enjoy the song, fellow travelers......... it is a beautiful piece of music......

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Angie....

.... seriously..... I always loved this song....... but really?.... what the HELL was Jagger thinking?...

.... mercy.... this is a case where the song is best HEARD than SEEN......

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Music....

.... tonight's earworm, gentle rubberneckers........ behold....



.. if you wish to sing along, here are the lyrics......

... this one actually comes from a Pittsburg fellow who I served with in the Corps..... The Clarks being from around there, I believe, once he was sent out to the rock that I was keeping warm in the Bering Sea, his girlfriend jilted him..... thoughts of him being so close to Siberia must have chilled her soul...... in any case, he introduced me - by his grief - to The Clarks..... and I always found this song a bit fascinating......


In a black and far off corner of my mind
There's a box of something I can't quite define
It houses circus freaks, temptation and bad trips
In an isolated corner of the box
There's a trap door covered up with dirt and rocks
It opens to the stairs that lead down to the crypt

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last step
Do you know what you get?
Cigarette

On a dark and lonely road in my hometown
Stands a house that long ago should've been torn down
It reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and bad debt
On a weather beaten transom in the house
Walks a friend of mine that I call the old king mouse
He dances in the moonlight and sleeps out on the steps

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
Do you know what you get?
Do you know where you're going when they've paid their last regrets?
Do you know what you get?
Cigarette

In a black and far off corner of my mind
There's a box of something I can't quite define
It houses circus freaks, temptation and the Fayette County Fair
And it reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and big hair

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
Do you know what you get?
Do you know where you're going when the devil starts to sweat?
Do you know what you get?
A cigarette

... hey, I have no idea what the artists were thinking, but I always found their imagery quite interesting........

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Eyes....

.... driving down to Chattanooga, I couldn't help having this song on my mind today....... odd, I know...... but tonight I've been singing it all the way home...... much to the chagrin of The Missus......

.... I hope that you enjoy......

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Haydn.....

.... it has been a rough few weeks here, rubberneckers....... but, as things always are, we move on and keep on keepin' on...... tomorrow is The Day....... and so, since I don't have that much to say right now, I will leave you with my favorite piece of uplifting music....... a piece that I have loved since the very first moment that it passed by my ears........

.... I do hope that you enjoy, folks...... after all, if God exists, I would bet some serious cash that he plays a cello in his spare time....... or a violin....... or a French horn........ hell, at the VERY least, he is a great fan of Haydn, Vivaldi, and all that composed for strings..........

..... and with that, I am off......... wish us luck......

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Blues....

.... when I was a senior in high school, I used to tune the tape deck to this song and then race to town (to pick up my little brother from school) and see if I could make it back home before the song ended....... it was an 8-mile round trip, and I usually made it....... just as long as the local copper was still managing the school traffic where it merged onto highway 411, that is......

.... enjoy.... hey, it is one of those songs that sounds all that much better the louder that you turn up the sound....... Ry Cooder at his best.......

.... funny, really..... I always imagined the ebb and flow of his notes almost like the sensation of "breathing"..... I can still close my eyes, listen to this, and feel my chest reacting to the changing notes......

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Visits.....

...... a few days ago, Richard and Holder paid us a lovely visit..... and after a fine dinner a a local restaurant, we settled back here in the compound to watch their darling daughters beat the Hades out of their father on the pool table......it was epic.....

..... anyway, I was humbled by ole Holder..... see, she asked me about an old John Wayne quotation after seeing a poster or two of him in the living room, and I immediately made my way to the blogroom to fetch my old "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations"...... alas, the quote was not there..... and she, on her fancy cell phone, googled the quote and had it up on her screen within 30 seconds......

..... how sad is it that our telephones now are more capable than our fancy book shelves at finding information?...... fuck me, I have always prided myself on my collection of reference books!........ sheesh, just think of the thousands of dollars that I have wasted by buying books instead of blackberries!......

.... still, though, I drove into town today and had this song playing on the CD rack........ and it made me smile more than anything has in a long, long time..........

...... I love poetry with a passion..... and this song?...... it is both poetry.... and it is ALSO something that you want to turn up LOUD and lose yourself in........

.... as for the poetry........ the line "don't you know there ain't no Devil, that's just God when he's drunk" is absolutely epic.......

.... funny, though........ it isn't in the quotation book either....... perhaps that is saying something in and of itself.........

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Outside.....

..... the other day, my brother asked me to play this song for the first time......... and I must say that I was (and am) hugely impressed...... I've always liked the hits that Staind poured out, but this song certainly makes me like their Front Man a whole lot better.......

.... who'd have thunk that there was someone from Massachusetts who was covered in tats that could have easily been one of my relatives...... or at LEAST a family member.......... hell, I could have written this song myself if I had his talent..........

... enjoy.....

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You....

.... hey, who says that Tom Waits' voice can't soothe the soul?...... behold.... and pay homage to the Man....

.... now, THAT, gentle rubberneckers, is how The Master does a lovesong........

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Pre-Disco....

.... when I was a little boy, there was a family that lived nearby..... a Mother, Father, two daughters, and two sons.......

... the Mother was a psychotic, manipulative lunatic....... the Father was a worker on a construction crew who drank a little bit too much... in retrospect, probably because he had to live with a woman like that.....

..... their children suffered, though.... half of them born with their Mother's head-troubles - and the other half born with their Father's insane ability to gravitate TOWARDS someone like their Mother..... hell, those kids were probably doomed from before they were even conceived......

..... the Mother left home when the youngest was about 4, and then proceeded to marry as many men as would be foolish enough say, "I do."..... and she went through more than I can even remember..... I think I heard someone say 14 a few years ago, but I can't really vouch for that....... but I wouldn't discount the number - having known her........

... it's funny...... I can't imagine that 14 able bodied Human Males would be capable of all wanting to marry her over the past 20 years or so.....

.... the Father ended up raising all of those kids by himself while the Mother whored across three states.......

.... that man taught me to play guitar when I was 14 years old...... I'd get dropped off at his house three times a week after school, and he'd strum his guitar and sing....... my Mom bought his guitar for me, and he'd lovingly stroke it each time I arrived with it each week...... I don't really think that he truly wanted to part with it, but he needed the money....... I imagine that raising four children on a joiner's salary would be tough work, so he sold it to make ends meet......

.... it was a Yamaha FG-340..... 1974 model, if my dust-covered memory serves.... and he could make it sound beautiful.....

... he taught me the basic chords, and a little bit of lead that he knew........ I can still play the intro lead to "Lyin' Eyes" by the Eagles...... he taught me the chords to "Hotel California" - which I later taught myself to fingerpick rather badly.......

..... he'd come home from the job site and find me sitting on his front porch with the rest of his kids - just waiting to be let inside - and he'd laugh and say, "you are back again!??.... are your fingers sore, boy?!"...... I'd grin and make my way to the couch while one of his kids fetched a beer for him from the kitchen...... he'd take the guitar from me, and he'd start to play....... he'd always play ten minutes before he asked me to show him what I had practiced.........

... his name was Mark, and his last name was Scottish...... as a matter of fact, when the kilts were picked out for my Scottish wedding, we had three to pick...... and since none of my family names were Scots, the choices were made by our love of friends and family..... I wore the Hollyrood tartan (that of the Princes of Scotland)... my Best Man wore ancient Macdonald of Sleat, my cousin wore Mackenzie, and my brother wore Stewart (in tribute to my uncle by marriage that we all love).....

... you know, I never told Mark that I ever honored him at my own wedding like that.... I think it would have made him happy..... looking back now, I understand why I never told him..... but really, that was a mistake on my part....

.... anyway, I am losing the point of this post, so I must adjust........ after all, this post is about guitars, playing, and music........

.... Mark was about 5'10" & stocky..... huge shoulders, ham-hands, and a face that had been weathered from working outdoors his whole life... he had a shock of wiry red hair & a full beard that was just as red..... he was gruff..... he was the kind of guy that you'd want to have your back in any bar fight from Englewood, TN to Singapore........ and do you know what he would sing first every time I handed him the guitar?.......

.... a Bee Gee's tune from before I was born...... check it out..... watching a man like HIM play and sing a song in such a falsetto is something that I will never forget.......

...... how can you mend a broken heart?........... fuck me........ at the time, all I could think was, "wow!... look at the way he is singing and playing at the same time!"..... but now?........

.... he still loved that woman who had shat all over him..... she was on his mind every second of every day.......

..... I can see it now - as an adult - but I still cannot understand it......... there he was laboring, toiling, failing, and all he could think of when I handed him that guitar was the woman that he still loved unconditionally.........

....... odd that he has been on my mind lately, I guess........ I heard that he had a stroke last year and lost the ability to play guitar....... he died last month of another stroke at the age of 64........ I suspect that the Bee Gee's never had a better pre-Disco fan than Mark......

.... I should have told him about the kilts.....

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Music....

..... I swear...... I could listen to this guy all day long....

........ it soothes the soul....

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Shave....

.... obsessing tonight, folks..... off to watch the football game and then fall into bed after a gin and tonic or two...... eh, maybe a scotch as well?........ perhaps......

..... this song has been in my head all day long..... which is funny since I haven't had the CD player on in the car in four months........

.... I guess I just woke up from an early morning dream of "her hair spilled out like root beer and she popped her gum, and arched her back"......

..... poetry, rubberneckers..... it comes in many, many, MANY forms....... and this is one of Waits' best....

..... love, life, loss, and promise....... THAT is life, right?.......

.... I'm off!...

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Prine....

.... I spent some time this afternoon between various gigs to grouse through YouTube, and I found the most amazing comment left to one of my favorite John Prine songs...... I was, quite astonishingly, slackjawwed when I read it.....

... here's the video....

... and here's the comment - just in case you missed it...

John Prine has written some divine songs, this sure is one of them. You know when they tore down the Berlin wall, on the east side of the wall, someone had braved the landmines and guards and sprayed on the wall: Thank God for John Prine

.... hey, I'm a fan...... and I LOVE the guy..... but I don't imagine that I'd brave a minefield for him..... then again, maybe I just might.......

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Edges....

.... it has been a weird couple of days, folks..... the Porsche has been snowed in - as have I - and I think I'm coming down with something....... still, I survive...... I write, I read, I live, and I grow........ such is Life.......

.... I did find this tonight, though..... and it made me quite happy..... I've never been a huge U2 fan, but I did - once upon a time - learn to sing and play this song on guitar....... actually, it is The Only U2 song that I can play.......

..... I hope you enjoy!.... and hey, Merry Christmas.....

..... The Edge is The Bomb......

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Wine....

...... found this and it just plain hit the proverbial spot.......

.....two minutes and forthy seconds of pure something....... but I love it anyway....

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Donald.....

.... no post tonight, rubberneckers...... however, I do love the words that Mr Prine starts using around the 6 minute mark in this video......

.... I've always loved "Donald and Lydia" for a hundred different reasons....... and if you've never heard John Prine, give him a listen...... he's one of the true poet-song writers.......regardless of his politics, he writes beautiful words......

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Carolina.....

..... I'm not 100% sure how this works, but I do believe that we live in cycles........ and today, this song has been on my mind all day without end........

...... James Taylor at his best, I suspect.....

.... three years ago, I wrote about this song again in regards to my two friend's son........ how short those three years have felt?.......

...... anyway, it has been a hectic and sumptuous Thanksgiving here, and I am completely worn out........ I hope that you all had an equally fulfilling holiday!......

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Buffett..........

.... I've been humming this one all day long for reasons that absolutely escape me.....

..... heh.... sounds like something Acidman could have written if he'd been a Floridian instead of a Georgite.........

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Poets....

... if you've ever sat and wondered who might the greatest unsung American poet/songwriter that you've never heard of, well, let me introduce you to him..... Mr. Townes Van Zandt.....

..... brilliant, tragic, flawed, broken, and talented as hell........ I just wish I could have heard him play live in some dive with sawdust on the floor....

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Pretty.....

..... well, boys & girls, the blogmeet is nearly upon us........ a week from tomorrow The Gathering will begin...... as for me?.... I am completely stoked......

..... I've been burning leaves for the past two days, and tomorrow promises much more preparation for everyone's arrival....... sure, it's November instead of October, but really?.... It'll be fun......

.....anyway, I woke up humming this song today and it has followed me all day long....... and it ALMOST made raking leaves bearable.......

... enjoy!....

.... oh, and I will be sending out the customary email tomorrow giving everyone the final details - and directions - to the compound here...... as it stands right now, it looks like we'll have about 17 folks...... if anyone else wants to come, just drop me an email.......

... apologies for the scary Jagger lips there on the first few frames of the video though........ hey, not my fault.....

.... what a great song........

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Hunks....

.... as you tend to do when autumn arrives after a long, hot summer, I broke into song yesterday evening while manning the grill...... being rather secluded on three sides, my garage does offer me the occasional chance to indulge my sillier side.... and so, as the meat sizzled I broke into an old Elvis song.....

.... The Missus wandered out to retrieve the steaks that I'd been cooking and was quite aghast..... but, hey, that is understandable..... I get it, honestly...... BUT what was totally unacceptable was that she had no idea WHAT I was singing......

... good god, folks...... this song brings back memories of dusty roads, 8-track tapes, and having the window down in my Father's old Ford pick-up truck because air conditioning wasn't standard on anything back then.....

.... can you believe that there are grown people wandering the earth who have never heard this song?...

.... yeah, me neither.... but it is true, sadly......

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Horror.....

... in a slight break from the norm, I give you a small slice of what my evening has been like....... Transvestites, Transylvanians, and Meatloaf........ can you imagine an more surreal evening?.....

..... honestly, though, I think that "like a Masai in the rain" is one of the best lines ever written..... anywhere........ at any time......... especially when sung by some guy in drag sporting tights........... I mean, c'mon...... art is art, but Art can take many different forms.........

...... and I will never forget how it freaked my poor Father out on his deathbed when I played him the video of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" for the first time......... had he been able to write at that point, I feel most assured that he would have had his will re-written........ but, alas, he couldn't.... and he didn't.......

.....anyway, it was a very evocative tune to listen to tonight before heading for bed........

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Ireland....

...... spent the later part of the afternoon cooking dinner and watching "The Commitments" again..... AND absolutely loving the music as it came.......... here's one that I had forgotten about......

... and he is one of the actual cast working it over hardcore.......

.... not bad tunes, no?........ I've certainly spent worse afternoons.....

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Context....

.... you know, the fact that marketers are taking classic songs and editing them beyond all recognition to suit their devious purposes really harshes my mellow.....

.... I mentioned a few months ago at how enthralled I had become by Mr. Cohen's "Hallelujah" as performed by John Cale.... a song, which if you follow the link, read the lyrics, and listen to Mr. Cale sing, you will realize is a hardcore, adult, sexy, romantic, tragic, and incredibly complex song about all of humanity..... and most definitely NOT intended for children....and yet most of you will have only heard that song - albeit a hugely sanitized version - in the movie Shrek.....

... the song questions love, it questions the drives that spur us on in life, it shows the frailty that we all know lurks inside us, and it also shows a questioning of God, his love, and just what we mortals mean when we utter the word hallelujah for a myriad of reasons...... and yet, it is in Shrek......

... I agree with it being in the movie for only one reason, I suppose... and that is that it exposes more people to the art of Mr. Cohen.... and much as a youngster discovering any soulful artist is a good thing, the exposure that Shrek provided is a very, very good thing...... even if they did cut ALL of his adult lyrics from the song in the movie.... if it creates curiosity for more of an artist's work, then so be it.....

... however, Dell Computers has tried to sneak one over on us as well recently.... did anyone notice?.....

.... their latest commercial uses the old WW I marching song "Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag"..... and it then goes on to show various young kiddies toppling over as the head to school from carrying around huge laptop computers in their school backpacks.... and it is thusly that the market their newest, lightweight notebook computers...... presumably so that parents will wander out and buy new notebooks to keep their kids from being crushed under the weight of their school work and embarrassed in front of their little pubescent peers..... and hey, that's cool... it's a catchy tune, after all...... but it IS a WW I marching song.....

.... we're all likely knowledgeable of the first verse, yes?....

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile!

... this is the part that Dell uses..... it then cuts the rest of the lyrics and simply does an instrumental while the kiddies alternately fall about their backpacks, or grin with glee as they open up their new notebooks....... but what really is interesting is the line in the song that directly follows - deleted by Dell's marketers.....

While you've a lucifer to light your fag, smile, boys, that's the style!

...... a lucifer?.... British slang for a match, folks...... and a fag?.... that's a cigarette........ sure, I can understand Dell not wanting to foster children to light up a cigarette whilst waiting for the school bus, but c'mon..... that song is NOT a children's song.... it is a song from a different time, place, and culture.... and as such, it is a part of history..... and now it is a part of history that will forever be misconstrued by thousands of children who'll think that it was written by some Manhattan Marketing Jingler, instead of it being a song meant to cheer-up hundreds of thousands of men who were marching off to battle......

..... I don't know, perhaps I'm just in a ornery mood tonight, but that just pisses me off......

.... there are icons of our history and our culture that are debased every day, I guess, so why is this any different?..... I don't know.... it just strikes me as the dumbing down of art, history, and in the end, thought....

.... we shouldn't allow political correctness to damage our art..... that song, like Cohen's song, has a place, a context, and a history..... jingle writers should get off their asses and write some damned jingles instead of robbing the archives of our collective cultures......

... and don't even get me started on the Windows 7 commercial where the dorky college freshman is sitting in the hallway outside of his room watching DVR on his computer while his senior roommate is boning his "special tutor" inside...... personally, I can't believe that Microsoft hasn't been asked to pull that commercial yet.... I'd imagine that every parent that has a daughter who tutors, a freshman son, OR has a kid who is a complete geek is frothing at the mouth every time that one airs.... and yet, it plays and plays.......

.... I'd have NEVER made it in the marketing world..... I simply cannot imagine a world where the "troubles" of a WW I combat vet - with the shelling, poision gas, shell shock, and trench warfare - remotely compares with the "troubles" of a toddler with a heavy laptop.......

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Time....

.... I'm in a bad mood tonight, so I thought I would share one of my favorite Tom Waits tunes......... enjoy.....

... and by the way, the fish are still alive...... tomorrow I am off to search for supplies.......

..... so far?.... wow..... koi must be able to crap their bodyweight every 12 hours........ and they also must like the seafood buffet bar in town........ they'll eat shrimp like it's cotton candy............ amazing.......

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Donovan....

.... I spent the day down in Chattanooga touring the aquarium, hitting the pubs, and craning my neck towards the summit of Lookout Mountain........ it has been a wistful kind of day, really.... brutally hot.... with rain that began as high, cool drops in the clouds hitting the pavement as warm mist after a very, very long fall...... the humidity was crushing, but it was good to see the old city alive in the downtown area....

.... but venture a few streets over?..... and Chattanooga is a ghost town for block after block..... derelict warehouses, closed businesses, weedy sidewalks trailing alongside the abandoned parking lots of old manufacturing buildings.... it's an economic cemetery that rivals the one north of the city for the Civil War dead....... but down at the river?...at the Imax, the aquarium, the restaurants, and the museums?.... you'd think that you were in the very cradle of civilization...... accompanied by sno-cones, gourmet pizzas, and ice-cold imported beer & live entertainment.........

.... I love Chattanooga..... it is a city that holds many, many wonderful memories for me....... but today, I found it heartbreaking to see what a difference three streets over can make for a city.......

..... the song that at the top of this post has been in my head all day, and that is why I posted it..... perhaps it put me in the mood for seeing the heavier side of Chattanooga today...... then again, the song is about hope...... so maybe that is what I am supposed to glean from today's tour of the urban backroads........

...... there is always hope, I believe....... always..... even if we're not sure how to change things, there must always be hope.....

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Behind......

..... I woke up humming this song while preparing to "hunt" the skunk who has been sneaking into the garage these past four days.......

... odd, I know, but hey, what better of a tune could you hope to have running through your head whilst stalking something that you must so strategically kill to keep the collateral damage down?.....

... besides, REM just kicks ass.... you know?.....

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Singapore.....

..... you know, I do love Tom Waits' music..... especially his early stuff from the 70s.... however, as with every addiction, there are always drawbacks....... today, for instance, when I could not get this song out of my head all morning while I was trying to write......

..... the whole 'Raindogs' album teeters between genius and insanity, actually.... and this song in particular?.... I have no clue what many of the poetic lines mean....... but hey, that's what happens when you pitch in with Mr. Waits..... if you dig poetry and riddles, Tom's your man, folks.... trust me.....

... and don't even get me started on Cemetery Polka..... good god....

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Amateurs.....

.... I staggered in from the African heat today to find the end of "The Amatuers" rolling away on HBO...... and you know, I just love that little movie....... there's something about a whole community banding together to make a porno that just warms every little corner of my heart just a little bit..... and Jeff Bridges is perfectly cast as the bumbler....... and hey, it truly is a pretty good flick if you find yourself with a couple of hours to kill......

.... anyway, as the credits rolled, I sat myself down on the couch and listened to the lyrics of this song... and I enjoyed them very much.....so, since it is always nice to share when you find a little nugget of goodness somewhere, here you go....... I do hope that you enjoy.....

..... if you haven't seen "The Amateurs", well, then you're missing out....... it's like a modern day version of "Old Yeller".... except with a happier ending...... and nearly naked Tasty Freeze attendants........

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You....

.... this song has been buzzing around my head all day long...... and now, it's your turn.....

...... what a song, eh?....... good god, bring back the 1950s, please.... I wasn't born yet, but I still want'em back..........

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Jockey......

..... woke up humming this tune, and have continued to do so throughout the day for no apparent reason.......

.... I suspect it's still a touch of jetlag, but hey, you just never know.....

...... I'm off to dig up "Raindogs" and see if I can find "Tango Till They're Sore" to sing myself to sleep to tonight......

.... I'm definitely in a Tom Waits mood......

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Leaving....

...... strolled through Glasgow today in the rain, and loved it as always.......

.... and was reminded of a song that I hadn't heard in years, but will be acquiring the CD again very, very soon......

..... and so, I give you Chet Baker.......

..... with luck, I should be landing in Knoxville tomorrow evening at around 10:30 pm.......

..... big cities have their own way of doing things, I guess.... and Glasgow is the biggest city in Scotland...... I spent most of the evening being amazed by how many young lasses were walking up and down the rain-swept streets wearing mini-skirts, knee-boots, and patterned panty hose......

..... after having spent the past two weeks embedded in the countryside, it was a shock to see so many high heels clicking away all in one small place.....

.... in any case, I shall be back in the land of the soft-soled sneaker very, very shortly..... with any luck, that is.....

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Shutters....

.... woke up this morning humming Buffett's "Trying to Reason with the Hurricane Season" ...

.... my back was sore and tight from yesterday's chores, and I wandered into the kitchen for coffee and a handful of ibuprofen..... standing at the kitchen window looking out at the springtime fog rolling in from the jungle behind the house, I suddenly remembered a line from the song....

.... "well, the wind is blowing harder now - fifty knots, or there abouts..... there's whitecaps on the ocean, and I'm watching for water spouts....... it's time to close the shutters.... it's time go go inside...... in a week I'll be in gay Paris, and that's a mighty long airplane ride..".....

.... man, back in the day I was a Parrothead of the highest order....... I remember when the compilation Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads came out back in 1992..... I played those cassettes until they literally fell apart, and I knew the lyrics to every single song by heart...... even now, some snippets still find their way back into my life from time to time....

.... anyway, I'm off to get the day started and just thought I'd share....... after all, in a week I certainly won't be in gay Paris..... but I will most definitely be Out Of The Country......

.... believe it or not, there was a lot of good poetry in some of those early Buffett tunes......

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Aurora....

.... reading Elisson's post today, I was reminded of one of my old party tricks from back in the day before I discovered the poetry of R.W. Service........

... and yes, as cheesy as it sounds, I used to entertain bore the hell out of my fellow Marines by reciting this song as a poem while we camped in Alaska.... of course, I think it is actually better without the music - and just the voice of someone pretending to remember........

..... still, I do enjoy it...... even after all of these years....

.... "memories are like starlight.... they go on forever...".... you gotta love that....

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Mandolins....

..... rainy day here yesterday, but today has been absolutely glorious...... I took the time to hit a few country roads and drive down to Cleveland to retrieve my trusty boots from the cobbler, and the ride was amazing..... of course, the bastard actually shined my boots after he re-soled them, so I'll have to fix that..... they're meant to be understated cowboy boots, and definitely not shiny.....

... anyhoo, I have spent the last few days listening to the lead-up to the latest season of the "Deadliest Catch" advert on the television....... and after a bit of research, I was very surprised to learn that it was actually an Eddie Vedder song........

...... I'm a bit sad, I guess, that I missed the song when I watched the movie Into the Wild....... hell, I never was much of a Pearl Jam fan back in the day..... and really?..... I read Into the Wild ten years ago and thought that The Man in the story was an absolute idiot....... BUT..... and it is a big but........ I also found part of me wishing that he had survived...... don't we all wish The Romantics to bounce out of their problems and somehow show us The Way?.......

....... part of me - when I read the book - was horrified by his story....... and another part thought that he was living the dream that me and a few of my buddies had dreamt years and years ago during those long Alaskan nights........

..... but really?..... I just don't know....... I'm confused, I guess......... but I WILL say that the Vedder song that they play is very, very moving....... and after doing the research and realizing that he actually wrote it, I am even more impressed....... for, after all, I am a lyrics kind of guy....... I love the poetry of language....... I love how we speak...... and I love hearing passionate people express themselves regarding subjects that they love......

..... but, whether you enjoy it or not, I give you "Rise"........ it is beautiful....

.... "burning black holes in dark memories... turning mistakes into gold.... "

.... man, you just gotta love that......

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Jane....

.... an amazing springtime day here, boys and girls, and I've been working like an army mule in a failing effort to pretty-up the flower beds in the front and back yard..... all those snowstorms that found us this winter have certainly done a number on them.....

.... anyhoo, I did manage to take a break from my backbreaking toil to drop the top on Blanche and zip into town for a burger at lunchtime...... and in turning on the radio, I was treated to some vintage Tom Petty that I hadn't heard in a long, long time...... man, I love this song..... and since I enjoyed it so much, I suppose it would be just plain wrong of me not to share..... so, here.....

.... and with that, I'm off to feed the rose bushes and azaleas..... and hum the hell out of that song......

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Basketball.....

.... continuing my self-education in the "Appreciation of The Arts", I humbly offer you these two shiny gems that I have re-discovered over the past few days whilst cleaning my gutters and listening to the only radio station that my antique Walkman can still pick up after being stowed for the past ten years in a box in my old closeted seabag....

... firstly, "Ole Iz".... Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole..... a man with the voice of an angel.....


... and secondly, Basia Bulat with "Before I Knew".... I do believe it was used in a commercial recently...... but still, I loved the lyrics......

.... the funny thing is, with my eyes closed?.... the two singers remind me so much of each other..... beautiful voices, sure.....

... and with that, I'm off to see if Mr. Pearl can finally drag the Volunteers into the Elite 8 for the first time in Tennessee history.......

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Spider.....

.... sing along....... it's a beauty that I love well......

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Paddy.....

.... Happy St. Patrick's Day, children...... I'm not of Irish descent, but hey, a holiday is a holiday, right?...... anyway, here's a llittle clip that I took last September of Ireland at her most enigmatic...... I hope that you enjoy...

.... not a bad place to play some fiddlede-dee music, eh?....... and really?.... he looked pretty damned content with his lot in life.....

... and you know?.... may we all be so lucky!.....

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Flying......

...... more Townes Van Zandt as played by Steve Earle......... beautiful stuff, if you ask me......and I've been humming it all afternoon.....

..... to live is to fly, folks..... low AND high..........

....... "think of all the poetry and picking down the line..".........

.... good god, I love this song..... .

.... in other news, I have a horrible cold........ my nose is running like a faucet, my sneezes rattle the walls with an incredibly punctual regularity, and my forehead is currently protruding at least six inches out past my nose.......

.... and listen, rubberneckers, that just ain't right........ trust me.....

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Songs.....

..... I only play/sing one Willie Nelson song on guitar, folks...... and after being reminded by a fellow blogger this evening, I offer you Willie's version of one of my most heinous and severe bastardizations....

... it's that high G that gets me every time, you know?.....

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Colonial.....

..... lightning is flashing off in the distance tonight, and the sound of rolling thunder is mixing with the cheers and commentary of the Australian Open blasting forth from the comfort of the living room..... it's been a nice, quiet day...... and I am so looking forward to this weekend.......

.... but, wow, can you believe that there is a thunderstorm here in January?..... hell, just last week it was 15 degrees!....... and we had nearly 10 days where the temperature never rose above freezing..... and now it is lightning outside?....... the world has turned upside down, if you ask me...... then again, we ARE watching the Australian Open.......

.... hmm..... could that be the connection?......

..... anyway, I read once that "The World Turned Upside Down" was the song that Cornwallis' men played as they marched out to surrender after the Battle of Yorktown....... anyone else heard that rumor?..... here's a demo of the tune to jog your memory........

.... the original folk song from which this march came also has an interesting story behind it if you care to research........

..... anyway, I'm beat, folks...... and with that, I am off to enjoy the lightning and rain......... it almost seems like springtime is here!.....

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Aces......

..... for those of you who had no idea what song The Jawja bloggers were playing in the previous entry, here is the full - and authentic - version of the song........

.... hey, who knew that The Amazing Rhythm Aces were local boys from Knoxville?....

.... enjoy, folks........ it is truly a helluva song...... and the lead guitar is pretty damned good......

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Flying......

.... happy New Year, folks.... personally, I think that this year has been fairly stable with a fair share of the ups and downs......... more ups than downs, sure, but still, there is always Townes........

.... and in this case, Steve Earle's version of one of Townes' songs.......

...... if you have read my blog for more than four of the past six years that it has been alive, then this will mean something to you all..........

..... sweet dreams, and a very happy New Year to you all......

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Shuffle....

.... today has been a day of ups and downs....... but it has still been a good day, and I am thankful........

... anyway, I will leave you with a short clip of a Youtuber called "Fretkiller" playing a little ditty regarding my tiny hometown........ it is called "The Etowah Shuffle"...... check it out....

.... embedding is disabled, so you'll have to click here instead.....

...... and with that, children, I'm off to bed......... tomorrow is going to be one helluva day....... two dozen deviled eggs await creation for Friday's dinner......

.... anyone know any secret ingredients I might add to cause un-Santa like effects to my relatives after they've eaten one or two handfuls of deviled eggs?.......

.... not that I actually would, mind you, but I'm just asking for future reference.....

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Music.....

... I sorely hate to post tonight - especially since I am still majorly digging on that Haydn concerto that I posted a few days ago - but hey....... perhaps it is time for the musical pendulum to swing a different way......

.... behold, gentle rubberneckers, and sit listen in awe.....

.... "Time", folks....... much like Haydn's notes, I am still trying to untangle Waits' lyrics....... but that is the way that it goes with poets....... what it means to them, and what it means to us, well, they are most likely two completely different things......

... still, though...... I do love both songs........ even though I don't really understand either one of them........ but they are still beautiful........

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Cellos....

.... when I die, I want someone to pull some strings and arrange for this to be played at my wake before all the Christians, Bloggers, and Relatives take over the ceremony and end up playing something by Lynyrd Skynyrd or Grandma Carter instead, ok?..... promise me?......

... besides, if God ever played an instrument, it would have been a cello........ or a kazoo, maybe....... I suspect that God may play a kazoo when he is by himself and not attending to our mortal needs........

....... anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the song!...... it is my absolute favorite.........

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Tom...

...... one of my many interesting talents is that I can sing Tom Waits' "Step Right Up" without cue cards OR music....... it's a bit of a curse.......... if you have no idea what I am talking about, feel free to play this little video to enjoy "Step Right Up"....... my goodness, talk about an ear worm......

..... and this is, of course, why I am not allowed to listen to Tom Waits when driving around with people in the car with me..... well, that and my love for "Tango Till They're Sore".....

...... happy Thanksgiving, folks........ I'm deep into the music tonight..... "just get me to New Orleans and paint shadows on the pews"...... what a great lyricist he is......

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Sneaky.....

.... you know?....... until just recently I always imagined that I had a wholesome, drug-free, good ole Southern Biblethumper upbringing......... being born in 1972 near the buckle of the "bible belt", I grew up on left-over Elvis smattered with the occasional indiscretion of listening to Hank Williams Jr........ but after tonight's youtubing?........ I am flummoxed........

.... I mean, what in the hell had Tom T. Hall been smoking when he had a hit with "Sneaky Snake"?...... don't believe me?.... well, here is the evidence, rubberneckers........ behold....

.... and really, just how stoned must my parents must have been to have flicked on the car stereo back then and grooved to this as we made our way to the local summertime lake for a swim?.........

....... actually, I'm quite horrified now about my childhood......... youtube, much like facebook, is absolutely evil.......

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Long......

..... it has been a long, long day here today, folks...... and I have hummed an old Townes song the entire day....... I first heard it up on Adak Island....... and I later found a more tuneful version by the Cowboy Junkies as I strolled the streets of Scotland........ and nowadays?........ I search for the original versions....... those done by Townes.........

...... there is just something about searching out the truest versions of songs that move you that make me feel alive....... and this one does....... I hope you all enjoy!.....

....... Townes was a true original...... good god, what a voice.... and what a song!..... I still get lost in his music from time to time.......

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Baby.....

...... well, I just finished watching a Clint Eastwood production celebrating the life of Mr. Johnny Mercer - who, had he been alive today, would have turned 100 years old this month........

...... and since I've always been a fan of Mr. Mercer (and since I can't think of anything else to post about tonight and am quite tired), I figure that this is as good a time as any to re-introduce you guys to one of my favorite Mercer songs as done by an interesting British fellow........

.... I do hope that you enjoy........ oh, and be sure to charge your glasses with your favorite tipple before clicking...... this one is worth the wait.......

...... here's Robbie Williams using Sinatra's old piano player to sing a Mercer classic........

..... god, how I love it.....

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Lorrie....

.... I woke up this morning feeling the tendrils of The Past resting just beneath the surface....... I'd dreamt all night long of running with my old mates from Alaska..... with LCpl Smith singing cadence...... and me second in 2nd squad following the back of LCpl Wells' head as we bobbed and sang all the way around Clam Lagoon......

... it was evasive at first, as I only remembered the rhythm of the cadence..... I knew that it had been a country song...... and I knew that I actually owned it here among my hundreds of old audio cassettes, but it still never came to me........

... it was noon before I finally remembered what we'd been screaming as our lungs burned for more oxygen all those many moons ago........ "TELL LORRIE I LOVE HER!".....

.... good god, we certainly had some creative cadence callers up on Adak..... and I've scoured youtube for the past while to see if anyone had posted a cadence version of the old Keith Whitley song, but no, no one has.......

... but still, if you are interested, the lyrics to his original version are well worth your time and effort...... actually, I like this version a helluva lot more than the version that we ran to....... enjoy...

...... in the original youtube entry for this song, a commenter said the following... "I play this on guitar. This was on a cassette in Keith's personal effects, recorded in his bedroom, listen close, you can hear the television in the background."......

...... what a treasure, eh?...... the version of this song that appears on his "Greatest Hits" is THIS version...... recorded in his home while Lorrie was out on concert and he was home alone.....with the television playing in the background....... wow......

..... I think that I was already in Scotland when he died....... I wonder if he ever imagined that there would be US Marines off the coast of Siberia singing his love song to Lorrie as a cadence while they ran in the sleet and snow..... somehow, I think not...... and yet, we did...

... anyway, I woke up humming this tune, folks..... and as always with earworms, they are best to share, yes?......

Update.... no, I was not already in Scotland by the time he died....... he died in 1989..... I was a senior in high school....

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Wicked.....

.... today's earworm?...... mercy, folks...... I've spent most of the day toiling in the yard and riding around on the lawnmower humming this one........... and even tonight, well, I just can't completely get it out of my head..... good god, the mulched leaves in my back yard are more than tired of hearing me hum this tune today, trust me!....

.... it reeks of angst, sure, I know....... but trust me, back in the day?..... I was THERE........ but it has been on my mind today..... I think that the steady diet of old Judy Garland films that I have been fed lately by The Missus has jaded my vision!....... Judy Garland?.... Chris Isaac?........ there is just something inherently Not Right there, if you ask me......

.... anyway, feel free to sing along, folks.........

....here are the lyrics if you feel so inclined......

If the world was on fire and
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish lovers do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
No, I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

What a wicked game you play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
And I don't want to fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]

World was on fire
No one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish lovers do
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart
No I don't wanna fall in love
[This love is only gonna break your heart]
With you
With you

Nobody loves no one

.... the really crazy thing?...... I always thought that any given Airman could beat the snot out of Mr. Isaac with one hand tied behind their back........ even if the Airman had just chugged two pints of amaretto at the seedy gay bar next door to where Chris was gigging, Isaac would have been doomed.........

.... and as a former Marine, I find it gloriously juxtaposed that I find this Chris Isaac song remotely pleasing..... but hey, there you go......... who knows what tweaks the strings of men's hearts?.......

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Dolly.....

.... what a way to kick off my 37th year on this beautiful planet, eh?...... torrential rain, mist, wind, and mud for the past three days...... my poor convertible, Blanche, is certainly hating life right now.....

.... however, I will say that there is something amazing about swishing a car around the back roads around here.... especially one that was designed and engineered to originally be driven on the autobahn...... I swear, that baby has some lines...... AND she corners like she's on rails.......

..... Audis are just plain fun....... and she's a true treat.......

... in other news, The Missus found herself possessed by some cleaning demon this afternoon and has managed to throw a thorough cleaning on the old refrigerator..... and she only broke one glass shelf in the process!..... and since there were originally FIVE glass shelves, I'm quite proud of her!...... besides, who needs a fridge with five shelves??..... exactly.....

..... anyway, out of guilt for not buying me a birthday present, great wafts of homemade lasagna smell are billowing from stem to stern here at The Compound........ and so, I am off...... lasagna beats a birthday present any day anyways.......

...... give this a listen, though, as I woke up humming it and it has driven nuts all day long.........

... I'm off!...

..... you know?.... I think Fiona is starting to get a bit pissed off by me saying "This is LOUIS, DOLLY!" so much.......

.... so if I end up poisoned tomorrow, it was the lasagna..... and it is partially Louis Armstrong's fault........

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More....

.... woke up singing this song.........

..... too bad they broke up, really........

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Young....

.. no posting tonight, folks....... been burning the candle at both ends for a long, long time... at least it certainly seems that way....... but I WILL leave you with this morning's earworm...... hell, I sang most of it out on the deck this morning as the sun came up with a cup of coffee in hand..... wet socks & flannel pajama bottoms & cold air....... and steaming coffee...... and changing leaves.......

.... I think I'm getting moody.......

.... oh, and I think that I frightened the squirrels......

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Art.....

..... I happened to see Mr. Hiatt at The Tennessee Theatre in way back in 2002 and loved every minute of him.........

.... unfortunately he never played this song........ which in itself is quite a tragedy........ but hey, I am glad that I found it now!.......

....... give it a listen!....... and as he is wont to say on occasion?..... "the tiki bar is now open!".......

.... songwriters absolutely amaze me on every level............ and did you notice that John Prine was sitting there on his right?........

...... magicians and artists have more in common than we mere plodders can imagine........ good god..... what a funny song!.....

.... and it reminds me so much of one of Prine's classics...... I mean, check this out... and listen closely.....

...... what charisma and language.......... wow......... I saw Mr. Prine at The Tennessee Theatre in 2006......... and he was magical..... and I just loved it..... but you know?....... good god, I miss Acidman....... he was an ass, sure..... but he was OUR ass..... and I miss his words very, very much........

.... here's another one that absolutely amazes me........ and makes me sad at the same time......

....... I wish that I knew how they wrote such lyrics......... I truly do......

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Flying......

.... I renewed my domain name today so that it'd be available for the next four years..... my goodness.......

.... I guess that means that I am now officially committed to keeping this limper staggering along for a good while yet....... hey, who knows what might happen in the future?......

.... this time next week I will be halfway across the Atlantic....... and you guys know that I'll be missing you!......

....anyhoo, I found this tonight on YouTube and enjoyed it very, very much........ sure, I love The Cowboy Junkie's version, but it is really just a homage....... the real art is when the writer takes the plunge and sings it himself....... and that was very true when it came to Townes........

.... I hope that you all enjoy!....

...... the delivery may be lacking a bit, sure....... but the lyrics are just as advertised..... and absolutely beautiful.......... I hum this song at least three times a week......... I swear.....

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Small......

..... after last night's post?...... perhaps it is time for some renewal.......... and so, well, here you go.......

....... perhaps we should all live in smaller towns?......

.... but the real question?..... when did Zonker start making music videos?...... and why did he start climbing trees?....... and when will he finally learn to properly lip-sync?.........

.. Ice, Ice, Baby......

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Django....

.... Friday again?....... earworm time...... and I swear, I woke up humming this song.........

...... it was only broken a few times by "Sweet Georgia Brown" busting loose...... thank goodness it is nearly bedtime!....... my feet are tired of tapping.......

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Dreams....

.... another reason why I adore The Internet...... things such as this......

..... apart from all that ghetto talk at the beginning?...... I thought this was absolutely great.....

... g'night all!... I hope that you all dream a little dream!......

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Mailbag.....

.... you know, I just LOVE waking up early in the morning, pouring myself a nice cup of coffee, and checking the old mailbag...... it cheers my cold, black, bloggity heart.....

... I mean, just check out this thoughtful note from one of my favorite rubberneckers....

I listened to The Clarks and I have to say.....They suck!!! Ive heard cats mating that sounded better. Just listening for a few seconds made me want to fill my ears with chunky peanut butter so I wouldnt hear it. The sad part is, that nauseating song will forever be imprinted on my mind and I will never get it out. How about that song you used to sing about the drip-dried critters and the space cadet?You remember, Beats the hell outta me Roy. THAT is a song worth posting.

..... nice, eh?..... and as they say, since it is the squeaky wheel that gets the proverbial grease, I can only assume that many of you also wished to jam your ears full of chunky peanut butter after listening to The Clarks.....

.... terribly, terribly sorry, folks..... and yes, in case you are wondering, I CAN sing the entire song "Crispy Critters" at the drop of a hat AND completely from memory....

... hey, it ain't easy being me..... and that's a fact.....

... anyhoo, for those of you who wish to have The Clarks scrubbed thoroughly from your tender noggins this morning?.... I give you the infamous song about "drip-dried critters and the space cadet."..... I do hope that you enjoy....

..... and the line at the end of the song that was cut out?...... "And the mayor was a space cadet."....

..... no need to thank me, folks...... you guys know that you're already "welcome".....

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Pennies....

...... I woke up this morning humming a song that I hadn't heard in years....... I hummed and hummed - trying to remember the lyrics - until suddenly they came to me.......

... I was a bit shocked, I suppose, once the lyrics finally came to me.....I'd always like the song, but I never could really relate to it back when it came out......

.... I remember being away from home for the first time - truly away from home - and how much my roommate loved The Clarks.....

..... I woke up humming it today, and I don't know why..... it's a bit obscure - at least when it comes to the types of music that I normally listen to...... but the lyrics are amazing no matter if you can identify with them or not........ although I suspect that most folks can - on one level or another........

..... and since I have nothing else to write about tonight?...... well, welcome to the earworm that has been buzzing in my head all day long......

.... Warnick, this one is for you, buddy......

.... and tomorrow?.... Shakespeare in the park!.....

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Ed....

..... when I was up in the Bering Sea back in the early 1990s, this song always seemed to cheer me up when I was feeling blue.... "blue" being an operative word, of course..... as it was usually sleeting sideways........ and being blue on the inside is one thing.... while being actually blue on the outside is something altogether different entirely....

.... still, I found it online tonight and felt like sharing........

..... the lyrics are pure genius.....

..... and with that said, here's some Ed Haynes, boys & girls....... and "Talking Cat Blues".....

...... not that I would ever beat a cat myself, no...... but, I'm just saying..... it's a helluva catchy tune.....

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Buffett.....

..... this is just too cool..... the internet is so small sometimes....... and that is a GREAT song, if you haven't heard it before.... take the time to give it a listen..... and feel free to sing along!.....

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Moon....

..... forty years today......... good god......... congratulations to all of the astronauts, engineers, designers, and Americans who made The Moon Landing such an amazing thing of awe........... and as a bit of celebration, here's a tune that I have always admired.......

..... did you catch that?...... "fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore... you are all I long for, all I worship, and adore..."......

... damn, what a song........ keep on rocking, Apollo 11......... and thank you for your service.... you have made us all proud - even these many years later.......

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Singing....

.... today's earworm...... my goodness....... woke up singing this and it's driven me nuts all day......

..."after changes upon changes we are more or less the same.." ......

...... la la laaaa... la la la....... laaaaaa......... good god....

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Conspiracy...

.... mowed the lawn, and then re-watched 'Conspiracy Theory' starring Mel Gibson and Julia Roberts this afternoon....... pretty good flick, if I do say so myself........ AND, there was a beautiful earworm embedded in at least five scenes in the movie....... and honestly, it was one that I had seriously overlooked in the lyrics department before.......

.... but as of tonight?...... no more, boys and girls..... this song is a definite keeper...... check it out.......

.... and Andy Williams?..... damnation...... I am so getting a string tie and dinner jacket next week when I visit my tailor....... no reason, really... just BECAUSE.......

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Lyrics....

..... no posting tonight, folks..... too.damn.tired.......

.... but this song has been rattling around in my head all day..... the lyrics just blow my mind...

.... enjoy...... Townes was a one of a kind....

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Music.....

...... a strange thing happened last night, I suppose........ The Missus arrived home late after a trying day at work, and I began playing music files from the computer for her to try to calm her down a bit....

... at first it was the "name the song or band" game... (as I have some VERY odd selections on the computer, it can be quite challenging, I assure you.... ever heard "Werecow"?) ..... anyway, after she became bored with that, I then played a few of her generation's songs and that I knew she would like....... and it seemed to cheer her up a bit....

.... Kate Bush, The Pretenders, The Smiths, some Skaa stuff (... think Madness....)....... and then I wandered, once again, into Tom Waits......

.... I played her 'I Can't Wait To Get Off Work And See My Baby"...... and then, "Invitation To The Blues"...... the latter song, good lord, I had not heard for nearly four years...... but as it played, I began to sing...... and I knew every word.......... every single word after four years.........

...... tonight when she arrived home and had dinner, she told me that she had woken up with that song in her head this morning.......... "Invitation To The Blues"........

.... I told her that I loved the story that the song told..... how that the idea of a poor man with a "worn out pair of shoes" and a "ticket getting out of here" would somehow change his mind because of a waitress at a greasy spoon diner was absolutely enthralling..... and that there were phrasings in it that were true works of art..... she nodded her head in agreement..........

..... lives are such strange things sometimes..... good lord........

..... Prine, Hiatt, Waits..... Buffett, and Zevon..... Taylor, Lightfoot, and Croce........ she hates them all, but she somehow puts up with my taste for them and their music.......

..... but you know, music is poetry when it is really done right...... it's not for dancing to necessarily...... it's not for slamming shots of tequila to..... or for running to...... or lifting weights until you puke...... music - the storytelling kind - is something to sit back and savor like your favorite lines from a good book.....

...... when I listen to music, I listen to music...... the beat does not matter to me....... all that matters are the words.... the message, story, or idea that the writer is trying to convey........ the clanging of the gongs or the thumping of the base are secondary to me........ I give the beat a wide berth when I listen to music........

...... the rhythm is secondary........ it has always been the words that I craved........

.... while I love the song, I still think that it is odd that she awoke dreaming of a Tom Waits song that I'd forced her to listen to the night before..... especially when all she was really craving was old 80s songs that reminded her of Big Hair.........

..... if she starts taking my Waits CDs from the Audi and sneaking them into her Cadillac, I sense a serious upcoming disturbance in The Force, boys and girls........

.... serious.....

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Eggs.......

.... it has been an interesting day here around the compound, campers....... and I am awfully tuckered out...... so I shall simply offer you a little something to help you get to sleep tonight........ I'll certainly have it down low on the stereo tonight as I fall asleep...... it is one from my private collection.... and it has always done me right.......

.... enjoy, I hope, some Tom Waits....

...... he's just a click away......

.... everyone on Earth should own an album that contains this song...........

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Music....

.... nothing tonight, folks...... instead, a tune that I have been playing today whilst watching old WWII documentaries & eating locally harvested cheeseburgers........

.... the recording is from a few years ago....... but rest assured, not much has changed!......so here is a couchside version of "Nobody Knows You When You're Down & Out".......

.... what a day here on the compound........ I sweated BUCKETS today roaming Hell's Half-Acre........ I need a vacation!....

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Springsteen......

..... no quotes tonight, folks....... too damn tired from roaming around all day dressed as a Sandanista........ but still, I wanted to hear this.......

..... I am not a fan of Springsteen..... but there is just something about this song that makes me look to the heavens as the thunder rolls here......

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Riverbend....

.....well, The Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga was a blast...... and the B-52's were absolutely true to form.... plaid shirts, big hair, flailing shawls, high-heeled women, and a wicked electric guitar wailing across the baselines.......... dancing fans, the jostling overflows from bottles as dancers accidentally bumped together, the yachts out on the Tennessee River, the lights, the beer.......

..... honestly, I was amazed most by the crowd...... the volume of young people was out of this world...... they weren't necessarily there to watch one band or another, but they strolled the streets - bottles of beer in hand - in massive, trance-like lines....... one hand on a girlfriend's shoulder, neck, or back pocket..... and the other cradling a Budweiser as they plodded along the boulevards from performance stage to stage....... some drunk, some sober....... some were drugged out of their gourds........ big hair, wild-haired, dreadlocks, delicately manicured coiffures & collared polo shirts, dyed hair, crew cuts, Mohawks, and ear rings..... attitudes, glances, jumbled conversations...... the vast anonymity of being in a moving crowd filled with short, tall, slim, fat, tattooed, pierced, or tie-dyed...... elderly, elegant, and ragtag....... dark, light, henna, Hispanic, white, and tan....... and even one fellow who had painted himself fluorescent red... and dyed his ZZ Top style beard neon blue....... not to mention the flashing flags that he had strapped to his stove-pipe hat..........

.... and the shoes?..... at one point I sequestered myself away for a cigarette.... and I had found this great, shady spot beneath a small covey of trees....... and as I squatted there smoking, watching the jumbotron, and sipping my beer..... the parade of painted toes in sandals was enthralling...... who knew that every UTC student in Chattanooga wore sandals?...... the girls wore sandals with their Daisy Duke shorts.... or their saris..... or their cocktail dresses.... or their jogging pants....... and the boys wore them with jeans five inches too long so that the heel of their foot rested firmly on three inches of uncuffed jean that had somehow made the circuit to their flip-flop's heel..... a weird sort of connective-cushioning..... but college towns are always Alive like that, aren't they?...... good god, I was amazed.......

..... everything was alive...... alive..... like the lightning off in the distance as the concert ended - highlighting the Cumberland Plateau off to the west....... silent, it was, but electric....... and as their encore played and the lights flashed, the clouds exploding 30 miles away reflected in the river behind the stage.......... it was just so beautiful......

..... in short?..... last night was gorgeous...... the music was good....... the fans were fantastic......... and the food was tasty - but expensive...... and the beer - well, the GOOD beer was a damn long walk from Center Stage........ but...... but there is nothing like sitting on the banks of the Tennessee River in Chattanooga and watching the world go by in June.......

.... everyone should visit Riverbend....... no matter who is playing......

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B-52.....

...... I'm off to Chattanooga's Riverbend Music Festival to watch a herd of 80's Children jump around to "Planet Claire", "Love Shack", and something called "Rock Lobster"...... evidently the B-52's are in town and a big-haired celebration is in order.... too bad, really, because "Treasure of the Sierra Madre" is just coming on TCM..... and all things considered, I'd rather watch Walter Huston do his happy dance once he finds the gold.....

.... of course, I shall be using the opportunity to take lots and lots of photographs..... heh heh heh.......

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Ukulele.....

....... I absolutely adore The Internet....... no, really...... really....... and after watching these two videos tonight, I feel somehow renewed........ who knew that I'd find hope in humanity with a PBR, a ukulele, and some strangers john?.......

.... The Internet, quite frankly, is just plain awesome....

...... the beer break in the middle was the gilding of the lily, if you ask me.........

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Friday Random Ten - Straight White Guy Edition

Those of you who visit my site on any kind of regular basis are familiar with my Friday Random Ten posts, in which I slap up a randomly-generated list of Choons from my Little White Choon-Box, i.e., my iPod.

Eric, despite the fact that he is a Blogger to the core (and thus is at least a little bit self-indulgent), is not quite so self-indulgent as to want to post his own Friday Random Ten. The fact that he lacks an iPod also may have something to do with it.

But we can fix that. Following is my own take on what a Straight White Guy version of a Random Ten might be, packed with an appropriate assortment of Tennessee Tunage... selected Strictly at Random! Let's listen:

  1. Chocolate Jesus - Tom Waits

  2. Big in Japan - Tom Waits

  3. Illegal Smile - John Prine

  4. Donald and Lydia - John Prine

  5. Hold On - Tom Waits

  6. Jabberwocky - Tom Waits

  7. Sabu Visits the Twin Cities - John Prine

  8. Get Behind the Mule - Tom Waits

  9. My Shit's Fucked Up - Warren Zevon

  10. Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner - Warren Zevon

It's Friday. What are you listening to?

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Orbison.....

.... no posting tonight - been veddy, veddy busy....... but I DO have an earworm for you....... check it out...

.... see, wasn't that nice?...... I'm off to begin the preliminary packing for the latest overseas adventure.........

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Breeze.....

..... I am tired.... deep, deep, deeply bone-tired...... and I worked like a proverbial Army Mule this evening..... well, for most of it..........

...... sweat, mosquito bites, wasp stings, poison ivy, drought, famine, various pestilence, hey, you name it.......... the whole nine yards, my friends......... good god, I need a nap......... although there was something very, very satisfying about man-handling a shovel while the sweat rolled around from off of my neck and slaked my lips as I toiled......blisters are good for the soul, are they not?..... and sweat can spark a thirst towards its goal, yes?........

.... it's funny....... I can remember how my own Father used to tell me the stories of how his Bosses would hand out salt tablets when he first started working for the railroad in the late 60s......... and how, after a 16 hour day on the line, they'd say, "hey!..... we don't want a perfectly good White Man to white-eye on the job, now do we?"....... 100 degrees and they were handing out salt tablets.......... to this day, it still amazes me......

...... ahhhh..... how the times have changed.....

...anyway, I'm off to the kitchen.... chili has been requested, and who am I to deny such a tasty request?....... speaking of chewing, y'all chew on this one for a while....... personally, I found it quite entertaining.....

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Art....

.... my friend Elisson gets Zappa....... and my dear friend Dax gets Captain Beefheart........ I, on the other hand, get Waits.......

..... we three have met many times...... and while they are both nuts, they are my kind of nuts....... and yet, they both get Tom Waits, Frank Zappa, AND Captain Beefheart..... and I - no matter how hard I try - cannot fathom Beefheart OR Zappa.......

..... what the hell am I missing?.... was it that whole late 70s early 80s PCP/LSD thing that I missed out on because I was a mere toddler at the time?..... or is it something much more poetically deeper?.....

.... trust me, folks, I want to see the art... hear the art........ but for the life of me, it just fails me......... and honestly, I just don't understand...... so, what gives?.... where is it that I fail?......

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.... Song....

..... today's little earworm has been with me since daybreak......... and I do love it so........ fast forward to about the 3 minute mark if you want you to get to the singing...... otherwise, just listen to the whole thing...... it's probably worth your time....

....... to live is to fly........ I just love that........

.... right.down.to.the.ground.......

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Around....

.... woke up this morning with an earworm that I haven't been able to shake all day long......

.... sure, it's a beautiful song.... and yes, the singer's voice is enthralling..... and yes, I'll even concede that the musicians are masterful with their interpretations & more than efficient in their delivery.....

... but honestly?..... having Harry Connick Jr. in your head for an entire day begins to get you a bit rattled about three hours in......

.... besides, we are talking about MY head..... so I imagine it wasn't all that great of an experience for him either.......

... but still, though.... I hope you enjoy what I've been whistling all morning.......

.... oh, and before I forget, this right here??...... ohhhh, there will be payback...... oh yes..... most definitely.....

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Daughters........

..... well, all is fine here........the storm passed without any great damage...... a few downed limbs and a few cuddly bird corpses scattered around the garden, but other than that, everything weathered our little bit of storm rather nicely..... but hey, that is always the way it goes, yes?..

..... tomorrow, on the other hand, should be quite interesting.......

... indeed, tomorrow The Missus and I are off to The Opera in Knoxville...... Verdi's 'Rigoletto', nonetheless......... My First Opera.....

..... nothing like watching a butt-of-every-joke mistakenly find the murdered corpse of his only daughter by accident on a Friday evening, eh?........... ahhh, I'm just being pessimistic, I know...... but still, the singing should be quite good....... and I'm actually quite stoked...... I mean, just check this out.....

..... so....... suit & tie?..... jeans & boots?..... Punjabi & sandals?..... or khakis, a button-down, and saddle shoes?....... cammies?....... ...... I mean, what does one wear to such a tragedy?.......

.... la donna e mobile?............ la blogger e mobile, evidently........

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Leroy.....

.... you know, I've always wondered......

.... and now I know!...

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Buzzing.....

..... hola, hammerheads!........ I trust you are all well, happy and properly fed?..... as for me?..... well, I woke up humming this.......

..... you're welcome........ misery loves company, right?..... heh......

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Tango.....

...... for the record, I'm a huge Tom Waits fan...... and I truly do enjoy his music..... sure, his voice is an acquired taste - but getting past that facade to sink your teeth into the amazing lyrics is worth it in my view....... besides, his voice isn't all THAT scary once you've waded through a few of his albums......

... having said that, though, I did find this today..... a Tom Waits cover that I am still reeling from.....

.... beautiful, no?..... hell, I have always loved "Tango Till They're Sore" as Tom sang it....... but those Israelis?.... that was just too damn pretty....... here's Mr. Waits' version....... which do you prefer?.... and why?......

.... as for me, I like'em both....... but I'm leaning towards Tom..... hey, I'm a purist.......

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Calico.....

..... I woke up early this morning and instantly began humming a tune.... hours passed, and the tune remained.... after four hours, I finally remembered a snippet of the lyrics...... the problem was, I couldn't remember the rest of the song..... so I was left with "I worked ten hours on a John Deere tractor...." rattling around in my head all day long... finally, my Sainted Mother called to inquire about dinner tonight and I ran that line by her.....

.... she knew it immediately..... and now?.... ahhhh.... peace, at last......

... here is the culprit of my near-insanity today...... behold, fear & tremble....

.... I'm off to grill some pork chops and mix up a tonic & gin...... mercy....

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Hank....

..... I'm off to whip up some Mexican food.....

.... damn, but I do love that song......

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Rubberneckin'.....

.... a term that I have used for nearly six years now.......... "rubbernecking".....

.... nice lyrics, though........ quite snappy if you listen closely enough.....

.... I am off to bed...... with visions of Christmas shopping at Wal-Mart dancing in my head.....

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Doc

.... it's raining here, boys and girls......... raining, indeed.......

.... time for some Doc Watson..... a master if there ever was one......... I'm off to pick up my old acoustic Fender and practice......

... wish me luck..... I think I need to work on my finger nails......

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Mountains.....

.... wonderful, wonderful weekend, but I sure am tired!....... more tomorrow..... but right now, I just need a nap!........

.... hummed this song to myself whilst driving around northern Georgia today..... and still can't get it out of my head.....

..... I am definitely going to bed early tonight.... I must be getting old or something.....

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Lyrics.....

.... believe it or not, things very similar to this happen at my house every October....... no, it's true.....

..... well, except that there is a kazoo instead of a flute........ and slightly less dancing.....

.... but feel free to sing along anyway!...

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

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Ambition....

.... spent the day reworking some stuff while music played in the background....... and here's one that I had on repeat for most of the day..... enjoy..... and sing along!..... trust me, it will do you good to sing along...... just trust me...... vintage Jimmy Buffett, boys and girls.......

Cowboy in the Jungle

Theres a cowboy in the jungle
And he looks so out of place
With his shrimp skin boots and his cheap Cheroots
And his skin as white as paste

Headin south to Paraguay
Where the gauchos sing and shout
Now hes stuck in Porto Bello
Since his money all ran out
So he hangs out with the sailors
Night and day theyre raisin hell
And his original destinations just another
Story that he loves to tell.

With no plans for the future
He still seems in control
From a bronco ride to a ten foot tide
He just had to learn to roll.

Roll with the punches
Play all of his hunches
Made the best of whatever came his way
What he lacked in ambition
He made up with intuition
Plowing straight ahead come what may.

Steel band in the distance
And their music floats across the bay
While American women in muumuus
Talk about all the things they did today
And their husbands quack about fishing
As they slug those rum drinks down
Discussing who caught what
and who sat on his butt
But its the only show in town.

Theyre tryin to drink all the punches
They all may lose their lunches
Tryin to cram lost years into five or six says
Seems that blind ambition erased their intuition
Plowin straight ahead come what may.

I dont want to live on that kind of island
No, I dont want to swim in a roped off sea.
Too much for me, too much for me
Ive got to be where the wind and the water are free.

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the satellites
They remind me of where we are
Spinning around in circles
Living it day to day
And still twenty four hours, maybe sixty good years
Its still not that long a stay.

Weve gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Makin the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intuition
Plowin straight ahead come what may.
And theres a cowboy in the jungle.

..... beautiful stuff, folks....... and wonderful to help disengage the brain from the subconscious.....

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More....

.... no posting tonight, hammerheads...... I spent the day shopping, cooking, listening to the Vols on AM radio, and attending birthday parties........

..... so chew on this puppy for a while........

..... that's right, folks.... more Zevon..... this song absolutely inspires me.......

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Ashamed.....

..... to do my best to combat this horrible thing, I give you something to scrub your head out with.........

..... those unfortunate readers of The Glorious Reader who do not also read MY site, woe betide....... I cast out my arms to assist, but you do not listen......... so, be it upon your own souls, folks......

..... Jihad Gene, you are a helluva man...... but for posting that song?...... you should be completely ashamed of yourself........ or selves.......

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Cleaning.....

..... spent the day with my buddy cleaning out the gunsafe and getting all of the weapons ready for their long winter nap........ I've washed me hands ten times and they STILL smell like gun oil and spent cordite......... but the firearms are all fresh and ready for bed..... so it was a productive day......

...... had some Zevon on in the garage whilst we toiled...... and then later, some Townes Van Zandt.......

...... so, once again, since I have little inclination to actually blog today, I'll leave you with two different versions of one of his tunes....... and a quote that I just love....... I'm off to wash my hands AGAIN.......

.... here's the first version...... a gorgeous song, sure..... and I love the clip of Townes at the very end of this clip.....

.... and after having surfed YouTube for a few minutes, I find a nice lip-sync to the Cowboy Junkies' version of the same song....... enjoy....

.... as a writer of songs, Townes was a one of a kind.......


"Townes Van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that."
- Steve Earle

"I've met Bob Dylan and his bodyguards, and I don't think Steve could get anywhere near his coffee table."
Townes Van Zandt.

... you just gotta love a guy with a sense of humor like that......

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Ramparts.....

.... twas an amazingly mild day here today..... so much so that The Missus even crept out to the hammock for a few hours of vegetating this afternoon.... but those days are numbered, I'm afraid.... after Thanksgiving the weather'll change and it'll not be fit for man nor beast until April....... so in the spirit of Enjoying The Day, I did manage to rouse myself enough for a quick walk around the neighborhood in celebration.....

.... simple pleasures, I suppose...... they're like chocolate covered cherries at Christmastime.... from the outside they look like, well, you know.... but once you pop one into your mouth and give it a chew, well, there you are.... tingling all over from the chocolately, fruity sweetness that had been hidden in the most mundane of carriages.....

..... then again, I'm a huge fan of this time of year..... so my perspective is probably skewed quite a bit (ref that weird chocolate covered cherry thing above.) ...... but watching the leaves change with each increasingly cold night just absolutely floats my boat......

... anyway, that reminds me...... stand by for a Public Service Announcement.... the official candy of this blog is chocolate covered cherries....

... and with that, I'm off to whip up some burritos.....

... but before I go, I give you "Winter's Song" by the Cowboy Junkies..... behold a work of art....

She says, 'it's cold where you brought me'
He says, 'Darling, don't worry
you can stay in my arms
until the springtime comes
We'll let the snow drift around us
and wait for the robin and the crocus
to tell us that our love has again found the sun'

Lone oak stands tall,
bare arms scratch the sky,
dry leaves cracking beneath our feet
Hand in hand we've watched
the autumn fires burn -
Summer's dreams collapsing,
chestnuts in need of gathering,
the whole world lies rotting in the street

Soon we will walk with collars high
like ramparts raised for the siege
We'll bow to her beauty,
cower from her fury
sent as a judgment for a slight
long past forgotten
Winter's love once again unrequited
Winter's love once again unrequited

She says, 'Babe are you sleeping?'
He says, 'No, wide awake and thinking
of a dream I just had about the two of us
He takes his hand to her cheek now,
his lips to her brow,
their whispers pile softly
by the foot of the bed

.... I love the line "like ramparts raised for the siege"...... Autumn is the BEST time of year.......

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Done......

.... tonight's conversation around these parts has settled again on music...... and it is a strange, strange thing, I suppose....... apart from the odd Elvis, Hank Snow, Johnny Horton, or Marty Robbins' song eeking out from an old Magnavox cabinet unit in the living room, the first song that I really remember hearing was a jukebox favorite of my old babysitter.......

...... see, she'd arrange for my Mom and Dad to have an evening out..... and then she, her beau, myself and my little bro would find ourselves skating around the local rink in Madisonville...... until, of course, they found a way to distract us long enough so that they could slip back out to the van for some hanky panky......

..... I don't know - as I was much too young to figure with such things - but I've heard tell that the middle and late 80s were absolutely RIFE with such goings-on........ especially when the guys drove those vans with the velour-covered mattresses inside and those heart shaped windows in the rear 3/4 panel........

..... still, though, to this very day Queen's "We Will Rock You" always reminds me of those crazy days...... it is a bit of a stretch to watch those wild Cameo songs, though........ but yes, they WERE played...... good god, I remember nearly breaking my freckled, uncoordinated ass at least TWICE while twitching across that slab of asphalt when he screeched "WORD UP!".......

...... but hey, I am tired...... and I have one helluva weekend creeping up on me......... so I will leave you with a clip of some Queen..........

...... I swear, you really can't make this stuff up......... instead of a teddy bear, I had a big, blue Gonzo....... and instead of sweet aunts who took me to knitting lessons?...... I have roller-skating memories of brown vans with heart-shaped windows and Queen music.........

..... it's a wonder that I am still able to, well....... make up your own euphemism....... I'm tired.......

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More.....

....... I cooked up a batch of stuffed chicken breasts this evening and they were out of this world...... that Betty Crocker stuffing is an absolute godsend....... add a little Campbell's condensed soup to the baking process...... and, well, your sodium levels may skyrocket........ but the rest of your body will be loving some goodness........ I also added a bunch of butter-seared pecans to add to the stuffing....... and that worked out quite well.........

..... anyway, after having worked in the yard, burned leaves, shopped, and then cooked dinner, I am feeling a little bit goofy.......

...... and since I am off to bed very, very soon, I thought I would leave you with a little John Prine number that I have posted before........ sure, it is a bit cheesy, but it is STILL a great tune....... and I hope that you enjoy it.....

...... I'm off to bed....... time is short around these parts lately........ but tomorrow IS another day....

..... that said, I hope that you are all well...... it is bedtime around these parts!....... and I have to buy firewood in the morning to keep next week's guest from freezing to death!....... busy, busy, busy!.....

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Change

.... time for some change, folks....... and no, I'm not talking about politics...... I'm talking about a fellow named "Small Change"....... pure poetry, ladies & gentlemen........ and language used beautifully......... check it out......who knows, it might actually be "change" that you like.........

.... look out for these two beauties........

.... "as the siren tears the night in half - and someone's lost his wallet..... well, it's surveillance of assailants if that's what you wanna call it...."

... and later?......

.... "and the tuberculosis old men at The Nelson wheeze and cough, and someone will head South until this whole thing cools off..."

.... everyone should own at least ONE Tom Waits album..... and that is a fact.......

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Sisters....

....... I've been under the weather for most of the day today....... fall allergies, or a cold..... or perhaps a Big Case of Bad Karma for having laid so many stinging insects low over the last day or so?....... who knows?..... but hey, what can I say?...... most of us feel bulletproof from time time..... don't we?...... whether we are or not..... but, in the end, we are not bulletproof..... and life invades........ but still, we do the best that we can........

....... so, I am off in search of a youtube video to take the place of actual content around here for today......... I'll let you guys know how it all turns out..... but right now?...... hey, I'm thinking something from the Pointer Sisters is in order......... not that I'm bent that way, per se, but I do think that they launched some catchy tunes back in their 1980s heyday.......

... stay tuned...... I feel like shit.....

Update.....

.... as much as it makes me want to go forth and do something that I would be ashamed of, here is the fruit of my proverbial labour.........

..... I hope that y'all forgive me.... and that at least SOME part of your body is jibbling (if even slightly) as you groove to this funky tune.......

.... after all, I do want you guys satisfied.........

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Blues.....

..... pretty good for a blind man, eh?......

...... I am in awe..... and hell, Doc is from just across the mountain from here.........

..... and then, of course, there is this little one........

...... "got in a fight over Tennessee"........ damn, that is just inspiring.........

.... especially with the SEC games kicking off shortly......

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Burana.....

..... did you ever get one of those earworms where you don't even know the lyrics?....... or the lyrics are in a language that you don't even speak?...... them's the worst, I tell ya....... my torture today has been whistling and humming this little ditty as I've gone about my labors...... check it out.....

.... finally working up the courage a few minutes ago to find out exactly what I was humming, I happened upon these lyrics....... I knew it was from Carmen, but I never knew exactly what she was wiggling and prancing on about.......

.... so for a bit of an education, give these a read while the video plays.....

When will I love you?
Good lord, I don't know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that's for sure.

Love is a rebellious bird
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.
One man talks well, the other keeps silent;
it's the other one that I prefer.
He never said anything, but I like his looks.
Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian child,
it has never, ever, known law;
if you love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware! etc.
if you love me not,
if you love me not, then I love you;
but if I love you,
if I love you, you'd best beware!
if you love me not,
if you love me not, then I love you;
but if I love you,
if I love you, you'd best beware!

The bird you thought you had caught
beat its wings and flew away ...
love stays away, you wait and wait;
when least expected, there it is!
All around you, swift, so swift,
it comes, it goes, and then returns ...
you think you hold it fast, it flees
you think you're free, it holds you fast.
Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian child,
it has never, ever, known law;
if you love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!

..... mercy.....

.... could have been worse though, I guess.... I suppose that I could have been stuck whistling around with some of Orff's Carmina Burana instead of a saucy tune from Carmen....... Carmen, Carmina?..... preeeetty close there...... indeed, the Lord works in mysterious ways..... and seriously, Oh Fortuna would have kicked my ass...... see?...

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are constantly changing,
ever growing
and waning;
hateful life
now oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate, in health
and virtue,
is against me
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!

.... good lord.... just reading that makes my hair hurt...... Carmen was a blessing, I think..... even though it drove me nuts all day long.....

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floods.....

..... I'm sorry for all of those folks out in Texas this week who are getting flooded, but hey......

.. I suggest a motivated breast stroke..... or possibly a modified back stroke...... but, whatever you choose.... hey, this song still rocks..... so swim, folks...... and swim HARD........

.... SRV's memorial is in Austin... and it is well remembered.....

.... bloody hell... that is artistry....

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Okay.....

.... since I spent the better part of this evening picking okra with my Sainted Mother, I feel a great need to get back to my 'roots', so to speak....... and well, nothing really gets to the core of my soul like this cover version of an old C.W. McCall song....... and yes, there are times when I still randomly sing it whilst absentmindedly fiddling with something........ I've always been cursed blessed with a gift for memorization........

....but, wow...... isn't music just great?...

.... and by the way..... this live song is pretty damn awesome as well....... it ranks right up there with Bobby's rendition of "Dropkick Me, Jesus (Through the Goalposts of Life)"......

... both of them are nail-biters, folks....... trust me....

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Smooth....

.... enjoy this fine, fine tune, folks..... as for me, I'm off to man the grill and try to coax a few Butch Thompson ragtime numbers into scrubbing this earworm out from under my sweaty brow......

..... 'tis just a grilling kind of evening.....

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Odd....

.... good morning, fellow travelers...... I hope that all of you are well and fine...... as for me, I'm just great..... with the exception of having had the same earworm for the past 16 hours courtesy of some BBC television show, that is...... and since I hate to be tortured alone, I shall share.....

... so here you go..... y'all can thank me later.....

..... I think I'll stay right here......

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Wonderful....

..... playing in my garage tonight as the sun dips low, folks....... two of Mr. Prine's masterpieces......

..... I hope you enjoy them just HALF as much as I have tonight.....

...... and of course, Sabu's song......

... feel free to sing along!....

The movie wasn't really doing so hot said the new producer to the old big shot its dying on the edge of the great Midwest Sabu must tour or forever rest.

Hey look ma
here comes the elephant boy
bundled all up in his corduroy
headed down south towards Illinois
from the jungles of East St. Paul.

His manager sat in the office alone
staring at the numbers on the telephone
wondering how a man could send a child actor
to visit in the land of the wind chill factor.

Hey look ma
here comes the elephant boy
bundled all up in his corduroy
headed down south towards Illinois
from the jungles of East St. Paul.

Sabu was sad the whole tour stunk
the airlines lost the elephant's trunk
the roadie got the rabies and the scabies and the flu
they was low on morale but they was high on .........

Hey look ma
here comes the elephant boy
bundled all up in his corduroy
headed down south towards Illinois
from the jungles of East St. Paul.

..... you know, my life is filled with odd moments of absolute wonderfulness.......

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More....

.... just for Cappy, ladies and gentlemen, because he asked for it...... it is one of my favorites..... and I am sure it'll suit ol' Cap as well......

... and yes, for the record, I DO happen to wish that I had a pencil-thin mustache........ it'd certainly be quite useful at times - if only for its magical deducing powers......

.... and my all-time favorite....

..... just beautiful...... I'm off to sit on the patio!....

... oh, and sadly I could not find a good version of "Coast of Marseilles".... it is one of the few Buffett songs that I actually sing and play on my old guitar when no one is around......

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Tom.....

..... since I have spent most of the day pondering great things and pulling weeds from flower beds, I have no Great Adventure to pass on to you fine, flowery, fresh-smelling folks...... so, as I do in dire times like these when I have nothing to talk about, I shall leave you with the song that I have been humming for most of the day due to it being on WIVK whilst I broke from pulling crabgrass and struck out in search of nachos around noon.....

..... enjoy, and goodnight.......

.... I'm off to re-watch "Fight Club" and wonder where I somehow jumped the proverbial tracks.... those Japanese beetles are kicking my ass...... but, damn, I do love some Tom Waits.....

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Music....

..... this guy rocks.....

..... word.....

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Waits....

....... poetry, folks..... check it....

... beautiful, beautiful stuff...... I wish that I could write like that!.....

.... "I guess I'm going that-a-way..... just as long as its paved"......

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Road....

... this was on TCM today while I prepared for the family dinner....... I tell you, one day you are pithless and the next day?.... surrounded by pith helmeted explorers and crazy-haired African natives...... it is either feast or famine, I guess....

..... pretty good clip, no?...... then again, perhaps pith isn't the way to go..... and I should pretend to be Stewart Granger ala Allan Quatermain and find myself some sort of slouchy fedoraesque thing with a leopard skin hatband..... although with my freckles, I doubt I could pull it off very well.......

..... but still, you do have to admit that Deborah Kerr wears a pith helmet pretty damn well.....

... but, ahhhh, it's all good.... I suspect that my Cubs baseball cap will have to suffice for the time being.......

... oh, and speaking of driving around topless with a Cubs cap, here's a little clip of me heading to town earlier today for a sandwich...... the Waits tune?... "Wrong Side of The Road", of course..... enjoy.....

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Jersey.....

.... it has been an interesting day..... full of lots and lots of jabbing at the figurative and literal anthills of life.... it appears that this whole "jabbing" thing will be a test of endurance, patience, and calmness....... but hey, I am still hopeful........ eternally hopeful......

..... but tonight, well, I have been immersed in Tom Waits music........ so far I have enjoyed "Martha", "Ice Cream Man", and "Ol' 55", and many, many others..... but before I sign off tonight, I'll share the last song that I listened to..... check it out... 'Jersy Girl' as it was intended to have been sung....

..... enjoy your evening, rubberneckers........ I hope that you are all well and that each and every one of you is getting exactly what you deserve this fine, fine evening!.....

...... I am off to commune with the mosquitoes on the back deck and watch the stars!...

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Town.....

..... Sinatra was a one of a kind..... everyone knows that..... and I am not about to disparage his beloved memory.... but I swear, right now the sounds of "On The Town" are beaming in here from the living room and he is 'singing' with that whacked out taxi/bus driver chick...... good god..... it is horrendous....

.... I swear, were she to sing to a block of well-aged Italian parmesan, it would leap into the air, spin a few times, discard its rind, and miraculously self-grate itself into a useful pile of parmesan dust fit for anyone's spaghetti sprinklin'.....

.... Ethel Merman on her very WORST day would sound like English church bells when compared to that screechy, scrawny, hat-wearing bellower...... and really, Frankie was nearly as out of tune during that song as she was..... so no, I'm not talking glass houses here.......

.... and before you start thinking that I am some Neanderthal who is anti-musical, back up..... I can enjoy a good musical as well as ANY straight guy...... but in "On The Town", many of the songs are just plain dire..... hair-pulling, eye-gouging, ear-mufflingly bad........."we could be swabbing the deeeeck!"..... good grief....... "My Fair Lady" pushes my buttons too, but that is another matter all together.....

.... Audrey is a doll, sure.... but hearing her eek out "just you wait, 'enry 'iggins! Just you WAIT!" is enough to completely crush any man's horndoggedness......

... but I digress, as usual.......

.... today was truly a stellar day here on the compound..... The Missus was up bright and early and we drove down to Cleveland for a wee bout of shopping and lunch....... I bought some fresh jeans, she purchased a fairly large stack of fiction, and then we leisurely enjoyed a meal at Outback... and afterwards, a slide back home with the top down on Sylvia.......

...so, bitching about having to listen to "On The Town" playing in the background while I try to compose this cheesy post really isn't that big of a complaint......

... in the great scheme of things, I reckon today was a pretty damn good day..... even if the evening IS dotted here and there with freaky Sinatra tunes.......

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Tunes!....

.... as strange as it may sound, I have often heard people say that there always exists - somewhere - the perfect soundtrack to everyone's lives......

.... funny, I never put much thought into the idea before, but after today, I have begun to imagine that they might just be right...... and what's more, I had mine pegged completely wrong...... all this time I had imagined my theme tune being something like this......

..... then again, I often imagined that it was this.....

.... at other times, well, it was 'Thrasher'...... the only Young song that I can actually play on guitar.......

...... little did I know that my tune had been written long ago - just undiscovered by me until now!..... check this out!... Etowah, indeed!.... now all I need to do is learn to 'shuffle'!...

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Waits....

.... tonight I've been listening to Tom Waits while I've worked on a few projects around the house..... and since I plan to not post tonight, I will simply leave you with one my favorites of his....... one that has been on the player here......

.... how absolutely marvelous....... I just love it........ so enjoy your evenings, rubberneckers....... you guys all know that I love ya...... let us see what the morning brings.... I am off to ponder great things.....

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John.....

..... I mentioned earlier that "Spider John" was one of my favorite songs from the Early Buffett Era........ but thanks to this absolutely wonderful rendition, I have found that it was just a Jimmy Buffett cover of another man's beautiful song........

...... this gentleman's version definitely does the sober song justice....... I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do...... (although, I seriously doubt that any of you have heard Buffett's version of this song, and hey, that is ok.)

..... "If you see my Lily, won't you give her my regards...."....... word, ladies and gentlemen......... what an amazing song......

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Monday....

..... this song has been on my mind all afternoon........ no idea why, really....... but hey, here it is...... y'all have a good night and give it a listen......

..... I love singing this song when no one is around...... it and "Spider John" are two of my closet-favorites........ and sure, Jimmy is a bit flat at times during the performance, but that doesn't mean we have to hold it against him!..... hell, it's all good if you're a parrothead...... shhhh, just a second.... "we can go hiking on Tuesday..... with you, I'd walk anywhere....."

...... I tell ya, Jimmy may be a hammerhead, but he is a poet regardless.....

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Magnetism.....

.... you know, as much as I groused and groaned prior to last night's concert, it actually was a wonderful, wonderful show..... The Mystique that is Tom Jones is a treasure to behold & it is a piece of history- whether you are a fan or not.... and at 67 years old, he jumped, slid, wiggled, winked, sang, and sniffed panties like I can only wish to be able to do once I hit 67.... in short, the man is a Force....

.... he crooned to us all with equal abandon.... elderly, middle-aged, and the few younger folks who were there..... and by the time he came on for his encore, every seat in The Tennessee Theatre was empty as each of us stood, clapped, and screamed like rabid, lust-laden cheerleaders for a well-hung quarterback... (with the exception of myself and a few other husbands, of course.... we merely stood politely - grinning at the sheer magnetism of The Man - and clapped our hands)..... I saw one 60-ish man mouth the words, "you magnificent, cheesy, wild-dancin' Welsh bastard... thank you!.... I am SO getting laid tonight.." ....

... hey, I'll be the first to admit that I was completely blown away by watching how the crowd reacted as Mr. Jones performed.... it was like nothing I have ever seen, folks... you had grown women nearly fainting when he sang "She's A Lady".... you had 3,000 people screaming "WHY, WHY, WHY, DELILAH?" because those were the only lyrics they knew.... you had women with a walking stick in one hand & their panties in their other teetering slowly towards the stage and attempting to do dance like Tom..... and yes, yes.... there were lots and lots of panties.... black thongs, little white cotton bikini ones, and even a pair of granny-panties that you could have built a tent out of..... to him though, it really didn't matter all that much.....

.... but see, therein lies The Great Key Of Tom Jones, rubberneckers...... trust me, I watched it unfold all night long, and it truly was a thing of beauty.... AND it is why Tom Jones is still packing theatres after 40+ years in The Business..... his message is so wonderful in its simplicity that it is perfect beyond words....... in short, "love me and I will love you back..... want me and I will want you"...... those simple ideas are so seldom truly and wholeheartedly felt, but he gives that to his audience..... isn't that theme one of the greatest desires of everyone on the planet?.......

..... actually I digress a bit, that previous bit is only half-true.... his message isn't trying to convey 'love', really..... what he's really saying is a much more boiled-down version of that general concept..... basically, "if you want to have sex with me, I will make sure that you believe before this night is over that I want to have sex with you regardless of what you look like, smell like, how much you weigh, how old you are, or even if your husband wants to watch.." .... and hey, to pull something like that off?.... well, he's one helluva presence when he gets on stage.....

.... he closed his three-song encore with a Prince song called "Kiss"..... I've written here before about witnessing the magical effect that song had on people, but watching Jones sing it took it to a whole new level..... somewhere deeply embedded in the song are lyrics to this effect..... check it out....

You don't have to be beautiful to turn me on I just need your body, baby, from dusk till dawn You don't need experience to turn me out You just leave it all up to me, I'm gonna show you what it's all about

You don't have to be rich to be my girl
You don't have to be cool to rule my world
Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your kiss

You got to not talk dirty, baby, if you wanna impress me
You can't be too flirty, mama, I know how to undress me, yeah
I want to be your fantasy, maybe you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me, and we could have a good time

.... gentle people, that song may have been co-written by Prince, but it was MADE for Tom Jones.....

..... I don't know what else to say about the concert other than if he visits your town, you should go and watch him...... his brass section was incredible.... and the rest of the band too, for that matter...... and regardless of the size of the venue, you will spend most of the show imagining that you are in Las Vegas..... it was a great night...... and while I am still not a fan, per se, I have a completely newfound respect for Mr. Tom Jones..... and may he continue to have panties lobbed in his general direction for the next fifty years........

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Dancing.....

.... the day has dawned, gentle hammerheads..... and in a scant few hours I'll be safely tucked away somewhere near the back of the historic Tennessee Theatre while a jiggling mass of breathless 40 & 50-somethings worship at the feet of Tom Jones..... not sure if y'all recall, but I mentioned the trepidation I felt when I purchased the tickets a while back..... and tonight is the night......

..... with any luck, he'll boogie woogie like he does in this little clip..... I sure hope that he does..... hell, I've never seen a Welshman move like that in real life.....part of me thinks that it just plain can't happen..... but witnessing that dance with my own two beady eyes would be worth the 70 bucks for admission - even if he didn't sing a note....

..... besides, if he really does dance like that, it'll be pretty entertaining when the paramedics arrive to haul off all the heart attack victims..... Knoxville may be hip, but it isn't exactly known for its hipshaking..... I have a feeling that Tom Jones is gonna rock the house.....

.... anyway, I'm off to the Big City..... you guys enjoy what's left of your Sunday..... I'm outta here....

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Tucker....

.... I head this song today on my way back from the grocer........ and wow, I must not have heard it in years....... but what a great tune......

.... there is just something about the guitar that drives the whole thing...... the lyrics?..... nah....... they lack a bit........ but the music just sticks in my head........ as a guitarist, I think that I was born to play rhythm.......

..... enjoy.....

...... music is amazing....... all of it..... I wonder why more rock bands don't have wind instruments these days?.......

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Glenn....

..... you know, I never realized it before, but Glenn Miller looks like one helluva sneaky fella with those puckered lips and those wire-rimmed glasses.....

.... anyway, I've been up to lots of things offline today and don't feel like posting.... and since I am off to cook some fabulously stuffed chicken breasts in a few minutes, I figure that the very least I can do is to share with you hammerheads what I have had on repeat here in the blogroom for the last little while as I sewed up some proverbial loose ends.....

.... enjoy......God knows that I certainly have.....

... the bit at 3:16 is the best part, if you ask me......

.... you guys have a nice night..... I'm off to bake chicken and mash potatoes.....

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Jonesin'.....

.... it appears that I'll be attending another concert at the Tennessee Theatre next month..... and it should prove to be quite a bit different from all of the previous concerts I've seen there...

.... so far I've been blessed to have seen John Prine, John Hiatt, Nanci Griffith, Doc Watson, Buddy Guy, B.B. King, Gordon Lightfoot, Hal Holbrook pretend to be Mark Twain, and various and sundry comedians...... but next month?.... lets just say that the concert isn't until the 9th of March and The Missus is already straightening out her unmentionable drawer in a frantic search for a suitable pair of panties to lob lustily towards the stage.....

.... that's right, folks..... in a couple of weeks I will be sitting in an audience - mild-manneredly sipping my Scotch and water - while hordes of middle-aged women fling their knickers over my head towards one Mr. Tom Jones... oh, I cannot even begin to imagine the sheer amount of pre-menopausal booty-shaking that I am going to be forced to witness.....

.... it promises to be quite a traumatic experience..... but it should make some most excellent blogfodder... good god, see how downright selfless I am for y'all?.....

.... I mean, just check this shit out, rubberneckers.....

..... mercy...... and hey, let us not forget this one.....

...... "come back here... stand on that chair.... oh, baby, that's right.... "

..... whoaaa.......

.... I'll be sure and try to sit near the back of the theater so that if there is a stampede towards the stage, I'll be safe.....

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Shook.....

...... you know, there are moments that we witness that just plain lift one's soul....... some see these portents in the changing of the seasons or in the inimitable way that the morning dawns..... others, of course, may focus upon political discourse or debate.... and still others are enlightened by signs from the heavens..... equinoxes, wanings, waxings, solstices, comets, etc....... but tonight?...... well, I saw this........

..... and in the course of handling the vast turmoil surrounding us all lately, it just cheered my stony heart to see such a young man diving into a ribald song with such enthusiastic passion........ hell, it gave me hope....... and that, as we all know, is in short supply these days..... behold....

.... 12 years old, ladies and gentlemen....... I - as I am sure his Father is - am quite proud of the little guy...... he's holding aloft a banner that should be waved at every single opportunity........ and that, folks, is a fact.....

.... here's the original........ .

.... amazing, no?...... lookit, folks..... in these troubled days that we live in, the fact that a little boy is practicing his guitar (and doing incredibly well) to such a tune?..... well, if you ask me, that just renews my faith in humanity...... it truly does.......

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Growing Up.....

..... I don't really know what to say about this, but I do agree with it........ it reminds me so much of blogging...... and hey, you just gotta love Tom Waits.....

..... I think I should probably write him another song...... something gritty....... I suspect he's getting soft lately and probably needs a change of focus....

.... whoa.... nevermind...... he's still preeeeeety far out there....

... weird, sure... but his lyrics are actually pretty amazing........ if you can get past the high heels........ here, feel free to sing along...

Well, when I'm lyin' in my bed at night, I don't wanna grow up Nothin' ever seems to turn out right, I don't wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog, that's always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog

Well, when I see the price that you pay, I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever wanna be that way, I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things that they'd never want
The only thing to live for is today

I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set, I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest, and I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
And I don't wanna grow up

Well, when I see my parents fight, I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night, and I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room, nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on Grand Street, ooh!

When I see the 5 o'clock news, I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes, I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married, then boom
How the hell did we get here so soon
Well, I don't wanna grow up

..... perhaps I'll not try to write another song for him after all....... it isn't necessary.....

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Lessons.....

.... the concert went off without too much of a hitch..... and it was very uplifting to see Mr. Lightfoot still filling theatres and coaxing applause out of audiences at the tender age of 69 years.... his sets were simple, his voice was unique, and he arranged his 'hit songs' perfectly between new releases and unknown 'oldies'......

... having said all that, however, the night was a bit tainted for my family and I..... not by the music, of course, but by four upper-class, middle-aged, & slightly drunken rude couples who happened to be sitting in the row directly behind us.....they arrived just before the curtain went up... and two of the wives talked incessantly during both the introduction and the first two songs using their 'outside' voices.... their conversation was quite varied.... covering everything from how much they had enjoyed their pre-concert meal, how much they 'simply adored' the service at The Regas, and how disappointed they were that Mr. Lightfoot didn't start off his first set with the songs that they had wanted to hear....

.... herein lies the difference between my little brother and myself...

.... neither of us are very mean people.... and we're both quite respectful, really..... however, I learned last night that his fuse is quite a bit shorter than mine.... and he, like myself, will not abide rude behavior..... we will address such behavior in an adult manner - face to face.... being both respectful and to the point.... and should you somehow take offense at being asked to "please be quiet, I can't hear what he's singing." and proceed to act like a posturing, pimply sixteen-year old out on his first date who is trying to impress his girlfriend by flexing his testosterone, then you are in for a very, very rude awakening.......

.... like I said, I am not a mean guy.... hell, I'm not even really that aggressive.... but if I'm quietly watching a mild-mannered Canadian - totally & beautifully enraptured while singing "If You Could Read My Mind" - and I hear you slosh your drink and mouth to your date "who the hell does he think he is? I ought to ask him to step outside.." .... don't be the least bit surprised if either myself or my little brother turn around, rise, look you in the eye, and call you on your words right then and there for being such a pompous ass..... and then ask you to make sure that you bring your wife along so that she can watch you get your ass beat as we want her to be sure that she doesn't miss out on your total humiliation......

.... you know, you'd honestly think that in these civilized times that we live in, shit like this would never, EVER be necessary.........

..... on one level, it absolutely breaks my heart to know that grown-up human beings would buy tickets to see an incredible musician perform in a breathtaking venue and then act like drunken teenagers in suits with dates sporting too much mascara..... equally childish, disrespectful, arrogant, and boorish..... and just mouthy-drunk enough that they'd like to try to pick a fight at a cultured event just so their shitfaced girlfriends/wives would want to hump them later for their Pure, Alpha-Manliness.....

.... I tell you, it is almost enough to make one stay home and watch television rather than venture out into the seething mass of humanity.....

... luckily, I suppose, I was able to be the voice of reason and harmony..... bringing an almost supernatural calm to the Waters of Life that crashed and splashed around our huddled group of concert-goers........ and after my brother was re-seated (and I had said "leave.... leave now.... before you get hurt.. go back to your bar, we're here to listen to music..), the evening was enjoyed by all.....

..... but still, I am continually amazed & absolutely disheartened by the number of complete assholes there are in this tiny little world of ours..... why can't we all just get along??...... heh.... because there are givers and takers..... and never the twain shall meet.......

.... in the end, some people just need to be beaten.... beaten severely...... and for lots and lots of reasons, really..... but mainly, simply because they have never been beaten once in their entire lives like they truly should have been...... and that gross oversight has left them hovering and poised above The Great Bowl of Humanity as assholes who assume that they can get away with anything simply because of who they are, who they know, how much cash they have in their sheep-skin wallets, where they work, where they went to school, who they might be fucking, or where they go to church hung-over on Sunday morning......

.... in short, they have never learned to respect their fellow human beings...... and for a select few, that lesson can't be taught with books, speeches, religious orchestrations, or television programs..... or even sober logic....

..... and while it makes me sad to say it, it is an absolute fact...... there are those out there walking this world who just need a good punch in the noggin and a kick in the ribs.......... it'd make them a much better person in the long run.......

.... God knows that I've had my share in the course of 35 years...... and there has been a life-lesson attached to each and every one.......

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Sundown...

.... we're off shortly to catch Gordon Lightfoot on stage at the Tennessee Theatre..... and along with The Missus, I am also dragging along my little Brother & my Ma... it should be a nice night out full of food and good music... I love folk music... and hey, if he is just half as entertaining as James Taylor was when I saw him in Edinburgh, I will be greatly pleased.....

... the only downer is that it's just plain cold outside..... clear sky - baby blue - but still cold and breezy.....

.... I read somewhere that Mr. Lightfoot has a clause hidden away deep, deep down in his entertainment contract that requires venues to provide temperatures 'not to exceed' 32 degrees Fahrenheit.... this, of course, was verified by events at daybreak..... indeed, just as he jetted into Knoxville this morning, the Great State of Tennessee whimpered and knelt to his vile Canadian demands, folks...... hell, it was downright frigid this morning..... (well, comparatively speaking, that is...... I know that a lot of you Yankees have been frozen fairly solid this February, but for down here?.... below freezing is COLD).....

.... anyway, there you have it..... it is cold.... and I am off to enjoy dinner & a show in Knoxville..... y'all have a nice evening...

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Wrists......

.....have you ever had one of those days where you just wished that you were Dean Martin's xylophone player back in the early 1960s?... well, check this out......

..... I bet that guy bagged ALL of the chicks...... I mean, just look at his wrist discipline!.....

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Around....

..... whilst surfing as the roasted potatoes and pork loin roasted this evening, I happened upon this..... and I was mesmerized......

..... the roommate making the gin and tonics just completely cracks me up..... and on some level, I identify with the guitarist...... and on another level, most of the time I am more like the roommate....

.... still, it is a wonderful video.... and a GREAT song...... it makes me want to sit barefoot, drink gin, and put on some old Harry Connick albums......

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... Thyme.....

.... I always loved this song...... I hope that you do too....

...... I wake up humming it every other day as I make the morning's coffee..........

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Distraction....

...... I've spent the last few hours going through my gigantic collection of old music cassette tapes that are currently taking up residence in my maple gun cabinet here in the blogroom...... collected from the years 1986 onwards, it is quite a varied collection.....

.... everything from Bread (WTF was I thinking?) to Dr. Hook, Don Williams, AC/DC, and Pink Floyd....

.... so in a vain attempt at inspiration tonight, I tossed a few choice cassettes into the stereo and sat back to listen.......

.... I think that my ears are bleeding..... I can feel wetness, but I am afraid to actually go and check in the mirror......

... needless to say, I did find an old favorite by Don Williams just a few minutes ago.... and it seemed to make the bleeding subside.... or at least clot

.... so, without further commentary, I give you "Good Ole Boys Like Me", by Don Williams......

.... and while I absolutely love the lyrics, it does appear that Mr. Williams may have studied 'entertainment' at the Mt. Rushmore school of Song Singing..... and judging by this video, I suspect that he was an A-student....

..... still, though, I do love the song..... and it certainly beats the hell out of 'Bread'..... if I never hear "Baby I'm A Want You" again, it'll be too damned soon.......

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Lightfoot.....

..... bought the tickets, folks....... February 11th, 2008..... Tennessee Theatre in Knoxville...... 7pm-ish......

.... I am so there....

.... "and if you read between the lines you'll know that I'm just trying to understand..... " ..... good lord, I lived my young adulthood pining for women to that song...... mostly, of course, to women who didn't even know that I existed...... but still, there it is......

.... I can hardly wait..... I am stoked.....

.... bloody hell....

.... and this one?...... it will be something that I have always dreamed of hearing.......

..... there are song writers, and then there are songwriters........ He is in the latter category...... just as Prine, Waits, Townes, and Zevon are/were....... he knows it, I am sure...... and I know it too.....

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Vivaldi.....

..... back in 1991, I was stationed on Adak Island in the Bering Sea..... a mere smidgen of a boy, and a barely an 18 year old Marine, I was pretty far away from my Tennessee home....... (actually, I believe that I arrived in January of 1991, so I was probably closing in on 18 and one-half by then)...... but anyway, I found myself ensconced one evening in a Catholic chaplain's house accompanied by a few other Marines while we recorded music, ate pasta, and baked eggplant parmesan in an attempt to forget just where we were.........

....but now, of course - after nearly 18 years - that cassette that I recorded directly from the record is fading fast...... and I have searched for years and years to find a digital replacement, but have always failed......

... perhaps it was the eggplant parmesan that night, who knows, but I must have jotted down the wrong track from the album's cover when trying to identify the music that I had just recorded...... for over the course of the past 17-to-18 years, I have not been able to find a CD of my favorite classical song.....

..... don't let that catch you too hard, though.... hell, I am not that much of a classical music aficionado..... and up until I recorded that concerto that night, well, the closest that I had come to "classical music" was from watching Saturday morning cartoons........

..... but still, I do miss hearing this tune..... and what is more, I have not been able to find it anywhere..... and in reality, well, I just don't want to lose it once the tape finally breaks........

.... and so, I am asking all of your for your assistance...... I have been to Tower Records in Cambridge, Mass.... I have been to their website..... I have even scoured Youtube.com to find out the actual name of my song, and I have failed..... hell, I even piped up the stereo, turned on the computer, and recorded it for Mr. Debonair to give me his advice, and I have still fell short.......

..... so, I am asking you all now..... if you have any idea what piece this might be, please let me know...... back in 1991, I simply noted it as "Vivaldi's cello concerto in E-minor"......

.... this piece of music means the world to me..... and I would be eternally thankful for your help in properly identifying it...... for a listen, please click here.....

..... Vivaldi....... Il Prete Rosso......... thank you for your help...... but be warned, she is one BIG file...... but hey, I thank you for your help.......

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Elvis...

.... happy birthday wherever you are, Big Guy...... in honor of your blessed day, God decided to make my errand-filled day a ragtop day...... and I am now glowing softly here in the dim light from the gentle sunburn that my noggin received courtesy of a 75 degree January day...... so, thank you, Elvis.... God is God, of course.... but you are still The King......

.... folks, I sure hope that y'all enjoyed that because, well, it was 100% pure International Culture at its very finest....... and actually, I am totally in love with Knophler's guitar solo mid-song..... hell, once it even came on through the CD changer whilst I was piloting Sylvia and I grabbed my trusty camera for a quick video.... I artistically filed it as "Following A White Van One Midsummer's Afternoon along rural route 181"...... and hey, I'd upload it to youtube, but I just can't be torn away from my joyous celebration of Elvis' birthday to bother..... so you guys will just have to use your imaginations.....

.... in other breaking news, we're bracing for thunderstorms and heavy winds here tonight, so y'all stay warm out there..... and be safe..... for God will likely close the ending of Elvis' birthday with some sort of divine mischief to voice his extreme displeasure that the The King is no longer playing Vegas...... y'all have been warned..... and you all know that you can trust Uncle Eric on these things..... I can just feel them when they are brewing....

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Harvest.....

..... I have nothing, really....but hey, that is par for the course these days........ but I will say this, truth, trust, friendship, and love are four things which have always made my heart sing.....they have made me believe in the humanity that surrounds me... trust it, see it, feel it...... and they just always have..... and tonight I ended up watching Neil Young sing a full concert (on TV) of his old "Prairie Wind" album......

.... now look, I am not a huge fan of Mr. Young......and I have not actively followed his career.... nor do I think that he is the Incredible Immortal that everyone else seems to think that he is........ but I do occasionally enjoy his music.... "Powder Finger" is still a staple of my pool nights and yes, it still brings a tear to my eye.... hey, watching grown men stand around a pool table playing air-guitar with their cues every time that song comes on, well, it just effects you after a while........ but other than that, he tends to leave me a bit cold....... that is, until tonight......

.... and this evening, well, I watched him sing a version of "Harvest Moon" that just tore me up...... tore me up in the primeval sense......violently..... angrily.... soulfully......gently..... heart-warmingly..... you just have to let yourself truly listen to the art that he creates and not actually watch him while he sings, folks...... watching him detracts a bit since he tends to make horrible faces when he hits the high notes, but that is just Neil Young... but to "hear" him is amazing.....

..... so close your eyes and give him a listen.... if is ok if you "peek" to hit the "play" button...... but after that?.... relax and focus......... and keep your eyes closed...

.... there..... that wasn't so bad, was it?...... awww.... thank you for playing along......

.. and so, as the night progresses and the moon wanes, I hope that you enjoyed a version of one of his songs that will surely fold you into a glorious sleep - subtle and sweet...... especially since it is so late......... a song - free from such thoughts as your co-worker's misdemeanors or your daily travails, so that it might just show you that beauty does exist....... such as you need at this time, most likely.... which is fine, as we all do need that affirmation from time to time....... and if not?....

.... hey...... I hope that you enjoyed it anyway..... and then just went your own way and did your own thing......shooting some craps, blogging, making a call, visiting a friend, doing a particularly wonderful crossword puzzle, wrapping a Christmas present, reading a book..... either way, it is no big deal.... it really isn't..... just so long as you drank deeply from whatever it is that you enjoyed tonight....... and that you drank so deeply that you became drunken with the beauty that Just Is all around you......

..... as for me?..... I'll still be here in the morning... drinking coffee and admiring "Harvest Moon".... and waiting for The Missus to wake up so that I can get the bacon and biscuits on........ so Merry Christmas, everyone, I am off to bed.......

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Angels.....

.... tonight, my mood music has led me down a particularly British path and I have stopped on a famous Robbie Williams tune......

... you just gotta love the crowd participation......... I mean, c'mon.....

... go ahead, folks..... sing along..... you know that you want to....

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead

When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead

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Gin...

... for Sam, since he hasnt posted in a while.... (well, nothing of substance, that is..) and I suspect that he could use a bit of a pick-me-up.....

.... in other news, I am currently being assaulted by a sneakily-disguised variant form of the immortal Creeping Crud...... and as a result I am sneezing blood and wishing that I were either dead or had some gin and juice near at hand.....

...still, though, a good song..... no?...... that fat guy with the banjo pretending that it was a mandolin is a riot.....

... try to forget about the Osama/George Bush thing, though..... that was just wrong....

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Power.....

..... this rocks, folks.... just trust me...

.... I am off until morning... .good god, what an evening of football......

... Pride and Joy, indeed......

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Thrasher....

.. it is going to be another early night tonight, Im afraid but hey, a roasted duck was enjoyed for dinner. with orange sauce, of course and since my belly is full and the night is young, I am off to pick up my guitar and amuse myself for a while out in the cool air and darkness of the deck.

. One song that I will be playing tonight is an old Neil Young song... actually the only Young song that I can play and sing at the same time.. (or that I have bothered to learn) .. Thrasher heres a version from a gentleman who does it even better than Mr. Young I do lack a harmonica, however.. though I do think that is a very, very good thing.

.... so, enjoy.

goodnight, rubberneckers.. I am off to play to the woods and scare the squirrels.. it seems the perfect way to end an enjoyable Sunday night.

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Winter...

.. Ive been a Cowboy Junkies fan since they recorded "The Trinity Session" back in 1988. that album has the most singularly unique sound it still blows me away.. but I also really like their Black Eyed Man album.. heres the lyrics from one of my favorites from that album.. check this out.... pure poetry....


Winters Song by Michael Timmins

She says, 'it's cold where you brought me'
He says, 'Darling, don't worry
you can stay in my arms
until the springtime comes
We'll let the snow drift around us
and wait for the robin and the crocus
to tell us that our love has again found the sun'

Lone oak stands tall,
bare arms scratch the sky,
dry leaves cracking beneath our feet
Hand in hand we've watched
the autumn fires burn -
Summer's dreams collapsing,
chestnuts in need of gathering,
the whole world lies rotting in the street

Soon we will walk with collars high
like ramparts raised for the siege
We'll bow to her beauty,
cower from her fury
sent as a judgement for a slight
long past forgotten
Winter's love once again unrequited
Winter's love once again unrequited

She says, 'Babe are you sleeping?'
He says, 'No, wide awake and thinking
of a dream I just had about the two of us
He takes his hand to her cheek now,
his lips to her brow,
their whispers pile softly
by the foot of the bed

. Helluva song, truly.. and wow. their whispers pile softly by the foot of the bed.. that is just plain out of this world..

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Tunes....

. tonight I would like to take you down a little trip back to yesteryear..

. First up, a little Robert Cray check this out, folks.. one of the best guitar solos from the 1990s.

. next up, some redneck goodness from my misspent youth behold Mr Dwight Yoakam.. an idol from back when I was twelve and writing off to the Commandant of the Marine Corps asking to enlist after the Beirut bombings.

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beautiful stuff, folks truly beautiful stuff.

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Music.....

.. for the boys from Dog Snot, here is a blast from the past... one of my very first links way back when.....

... I hope you guys enjoy...... and hey, bring back your songs, guys...... I miss them...

... get back to where you belong, boys.....

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Music...

. whilst randomly cruising youtube this afternoon, I happened upon a song that I hadnt heard in years.. and I was completely mesmerized.. it was an old Nitty Gritty Dirt Band song called Long Hard Road and what a flood of memories it brought back..

. Ive never picked cotton as they depict in the song. Cotton is grown about two hundred miles further west than where I lived as a child. and my family was never really that poor. but when I was overseas for the first time at 17 years of age, hearing that song piping its way across the AFRTS channel and into my lonely ops floor, I identified..even when off the coast of Siberia and watching the Russian fleet leave Petropavlovsk, I clung to every word that ventured forth from Jimmy Ibbotsons mouth.. that song grounded me..

.. I was the youngest, always (it seemed). and the only Southerner in the group. And I was most definitely out of my element among the buzzing pieces of crypto equipment and the polished, hermetically sealed floorswhile the structure of the place strangled and scared me. but that is beside the point

.back to the song, yes?.. see, with myself, it was tobacco instead of cotton.. and a more vile crop has never been harvested, if you ask me, than tobacco. tobacco is a tribulation from the moment that you plant it until the 9 months later when you finally take the crusty, mummified remnants from harvest to auction.. bales upon bales of sorted leaves that took thousands of manhours to plant, grow, protect, weed, top, sucker, fertilize, chop, spear, load, carry, hang, wait for drying, unload, de-stalk, sort, stack, bale, and then tote off to auction. It was a year-long battle of endurance for that cashcrop that is tobacco.. and I hated every second of it.. and I did it every single summer from the ages of 12 to 17.

but yes, the song that has been what has caused all of the rambling.. so I guess that I should share. So, here you go enjoy

way back in my memory theres a scene that I recall
Of a little rundown cabin in the woods
My Daddy never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he lay awake night wishin that it would

.. we should all be so lucky as to notice those little things that end up meaning so much to us later on in life and I am not talking about me.. no, not me at all good god, I miss those little cues all the time.. they transit by me at a furious pace, and I miss them ALL the time.. but for us all, we need to stop and listen. and watch.

. Whether tobacco, corn, cotton, sugar cane, legislation, doctorial, presidential, or whatever manner of vocation that your Father, Mother, Grandfather, or Grandmother won the bread for your family, just stop and listen once in a while.. trust me, it is important

my Father, the Railroadman, is dead and he will be dead a long, long time. and I cried when I watched that video that I linked above..

.. but look.. the boys that I linked are talking about music.. and they do it very well. but their message is truly timeless.. a bit romantic and over-the-top, sure.. but it is still a message worth listening to.

no, Ive never been to an old rundown cabin in the woods.. and I never truly understood the idea of my blue moon turning into gold.. but I guarantee that my Father DID lie awake at night wishing that our blue moon would turn gold..

. Just as all of your Fathers did.. and that is the power of that song

sorry for the rant, folks.. but I was in a bad mood.. and I do so adore that song

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Shaking.......

... I cannot describe to you all JUST how much this song speaks to me......

.... and I will never view stationary bikes quite the same again...... no..... not EVER....

.... enjoy.....

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Word....

..... Cake is incredible.... they truly are..

..... best version ever...

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Cash....

. during the course of my beatific explorations I experienced many pleasant things and spied many lustrous wonders of great beauty. most of which I will not show you hammerheads here, however, but that is another matter all together.

. Instead, I hope that youll enjoy a small clip of a very interesting Belgian that I happened upon near a street corner in deepest, darkest, Brussels I managed to get him to quiet down long enough for me to officially invite him to the upcoming blogmeet in Helen, GA, but I dont think hell be able to attend. Something about having too much merde to do that weekend or something.

. Oh yeah, and old Johnny Cash songs never sounded so good.. but that might have just been all the shots of schnapps Id been downing..

... "doop doop diddly dee doop!"..... Belgium, friends and neighbors, it isn't just all about the waffles......

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Goofy....

..... goodnight, hammerheads. Tomorrow is another day, as Tara Scarlett said in Gone With The Wind..

.. were about to travel far around these parts.. heh.. I can hardly wait.

you guys be careful out there.. it is a big old goofy world, after all.. right?...

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Choosing....

. There is sadness in life, and then there is true tragedy. Mind-strangling, life-crushing, soul-bruising tragedy. And no, Im not talking about having your home swept down the Mississippi in some Huricane-induced mudslide.. Im talking about music..

. Around here?.... well, it is usually pretty thin on the ground.. but tonight I have allowed myself to be swept into a deep, deep, dark & gloomy depression

see, whilst scouting YouTube for blogfodder, I chanced to find a few of the wonderful oldies. James Taylor, Gordon Lightfoot, Jim Croce.. and as I listened to tune after blissful tune, it suddenly occurred to me that the only song of EITHER musicians that I had bothered to learn to play was Roller Derby Queen by Mr. Croce..

. Sweet lord, the humanity..

. And for those of you who are uninitiated in just how shameful it is to not learn Time in a Bottle (and no, that's not Jim, but it is a damn good version) and to choose Roller Derby Queen instead, just listen to ole Jim singing it here.

yes, I know it is a catchy tune.. but looking back now, I really wish that Id spent the time learning Operator instead..

. But hey, you live and learn.. thats just the way that the cookie bounces..

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Truth.....

. Once again, dear reader, I cease from my aimless bobbing in the Sea of Lost Creativity and swim desperately towards the beckoning shores of YouTube..

. What?.... hey, it certainly beats hanging around and waiting for the sharks, no?.....

. And for tonight?..... a little bit of John Prine.. who, incidentally, I happened to see live with this guy. Of course, he fell asleep and then bailed on me

but in the end?.... well, Prine is right it IS a big old goofy world..

. Goodnight, yall there is wisdom in Mr. Prine's song..... trust me...

.... and tonight's Quote?... ".... and if I wrote a song, she'd know every single word...".... beautiful...... that is love, rubberneckers..... it truly is....

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Insects....

tonight, well, I have nothing .I am tired & worn out. but a song from long ago has been haunting me. an earworm of gigantic proportions. Courtesy of Bill Bailey from back in the late 1990s..

read into it what you will, gentle rubberneckers but know this we live our lives surrounded.. oh yes..

. He is a bit slow to start, sure, but hang with him. He gets there in the end.

. Tomorrow morning when I am watching those three spiders that hang out in my bogroom window pane, Ill give them a renewedly skeptical eye..

... oh yeah.....

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Bose......

. Well, so much for culture.. by the time that we hit I-75 we had changed our minds and set plans for Shakespeare for this coming Wednesday instead. So yall will get a riveting blow-by-blow of the play next Thursday sometime.

. Anyhoo, since I have company arriving shortly and am feeling inimitably lazy, therell be no content of worth here this evening. instead, I shall give you another cheesy YouTube clip of me flawlessly piloting Sylvia towards a Subway tuna sandwich yesterday.. I stopped filming well before I hit dolphin-free paydirt, of course, but yall get the general idea.

ahhhh, Tom Waits. dont you know there aint no Devil thats just God when hes drunk.. the man is a genius, folks.

and with that, gentle readers, I am off to sip an exquisitely-aged Bowmore and ponder great and wonderful things until bedtime

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Dwight...

.Im off to town soon to procure the ingredients for an authentic Scottish Steak Pie..the kind with the flaky filo-style pastry on top. rich, dark gravy hunks of seared steak..

never having attempted to make one before, I suppose I need a recipe. then again, I might just wing it.

its funny now, you know?. me seeking adventure in a crock pot hell, once upon a time I wanted to be Dwight Yoakam.

quit laughing.

.. see?... check this out

. I dont think Id have the nerve to sport those leather pants though. but I can do that knee thingy pretty well..

. I suspect that it is a very good thing that I stuck to sauces..

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Flight....

... goodnight, boys and girls..... not posts tonight..... I've spent the better half of the last three hours knee-deep in youtube...... and so, I leave you with a wonderful rendition of a Townes' classic ala The Cowboy Junkies......

.... Margo's voice is incredible..... sleep well, rubberneckers...... tomorrow holds another bright day..... fly, people.... fly every day....

TO LIVE IS TO FLY by Townes Van Zandt

I won't say I love you, babe
I won't say I need you, babe
But I'm gonna' get you, babe
And I will not do you wrong
Living's mostly wasting time
And I waste my share of mine
But it never feels too good
So let's don't take too long
Well, you're soft as glass and I'm a gentle man
We got the sky to talk about
And the world to lie upon

Days up and down they come
Like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some
But don't turn none away
Everything is not enough,
And nothing is too much to bear
Where you've been is good and gone
All you keep is the getting there
Well, to live's to fly, both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes

It's goodbye to all my friends
It's time to leave again
Here's to all the poetry
And the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
The bottom's low and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
On things you leave behind
Well, I may be gone, but it won't be long
I'll be bringing back the melody
And the rhythm that I find

We all got holes to fill.
Those holes are all that's real
Some fall on you like a storm
Sometimes you dig your own
The choice is yours to make
The time is yours to take
Some dive into the sea
Some toil upon the stone
Well, to live's to fly, both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eye
Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eye

.... seriously good stuff, if you ask me.....

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Pickin'...

... were I able to play guitar however I wished, this is how I would like to be able to play.....

... I love it.....

.... "Nine Pound Hammer', folks..... they do get heavy.....

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Prine...

. music ranks among the very highest forms of art, communication, and storytelling for me. I love it in just about any form actually, just as long as the lyrics are interesting and engaging in all honesty, I think that is the main aspect that draws me to so many of Tom Waits wild songs his use of language and metaphor is unique and amazing..

on the night that I first met Acidman, he played and sang songs while the rest of us drank, listened, and litem up in that non-smoking cabin. It was an incredible night the first ever Jawja Blogmeet.. and, of course, it was hosted by Rob Smith hell, he was the reason that we all showed up. we had to meet this enigmatic man who wed visited with daily via his blog.

one song that he played & sang that night was a John Prine song that I have now come to love. When Rob died last year, I put up a copy of the song as a tribute to him I did that for a couple of reasons mainly, Id heard him sing it before and knew that he was a huge Prine fan. Secondly, the songs lyrics reminded me so much of Acidman.. but once I arrived at his Mothers house in Savannah for the wake, I never dreamt that I would be hearing it again that night played by Robs brother, Dave, as a tribute himself.

I was sitting out back by the pool with the rest of the bloggers who had showed up. Denny and a few other bloggers were wandering around inside the house or listening/performing with the huge group of musicians who were playing. And then I heard the first notes of that familiar song, Souvenirs I rushed through as quickly as I could and started videoing it.

. The file had been sitting on my hard drive for a year, and I honestly didnt know what to do with it.. but after emailing Dave, he suggested that I put it up for everyone to see & hear.. so, that is what I will do.

. A funny thing about the song, though, is something that I found out while listening to an old Prine interview from the 1980s.that song one of his favorites as well as a favorite of many of his fans was written in 20 minutes while stuck in traffic on I-285 outside Atlanta. I was floored when I heard him say that.. I mean, he wrote that song in 20 minutes to take his mind off of a trafficjam. Pure genius, people thats what that is.

Broken hearts and dirty windows make life difficult to see.
Thats why last night and this morning always look the same to me
.

John Prine, Souvenirs . written while stuck in traffic.

anyway, here is the video as promised..

yall enjoy your evening..

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Spinach....

.... you know, I hope that they are right.... I truly do.... goodness, what a crew.....

... I'm off to sip my drink and sup upon miniature 4-cheese spinach pastries.... and dream that I was a Highwayman...... hey, it's what's for supper.....

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Mental....

lately, two songs have been running through my brain nearly non-stop. And for the life of me, I cant figure out why..

. Both are wonderfully poetic works by Tom Waits and their messages are totally divergent.. the first is Burma Shave. Check this out.

And with her knees up on the glove compartment
She took out her barrettes,
And her hair spilled out like rootbeer
And she popped her gum and arched her back

. I just love that..

. the second song is Eggs & Sausage (In a Cadillac with Susan Michelson) .

. The line that keeps whistling through my lips when I least expect it?...

It's a graveyard charade, it's a late shift masquerade
And it's two for a quarter, a dime for a dance
Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance

a sideways glance. I love it..

the bad part is, of course, that The Missus has told me that if I whistle, hum, or sing anymore parts to those songs within earshot of her shell clobber me with a frying pan

I suspect that it is time for me to grab some coffee and hit the patio.. lest I end up dented somehow and find myself blaming Tom Waits.

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Roll.....

.... I hate death..... not for the one who is checking out, really, but for those who are left behind.......

.... so tonight is a Jimmy Buffett night.... most definitely..... it has been far too long since I've had an evening filled with Buffett music.....

.... and if you choose to listen to this song, well, the last verse just kicks it for me.....

..... there is a cowboy in the jungle.....

Alone on a midnight passage
I can count the falling stars
While the Southern Cross and the sattellites,
They remind me of where we are

Spinning around in circles,
Living it day to day,
And still, 24 hours - maybe sixty good years -
It's really not that long a'stay

We gotta roll with the punches
Learn to play all of our hunches
Make the best of whatever comes your way
Forget that blind ambition
And learn to trust your intiuition
Plowin' straight ahead, come what may.

... 73 years is not enough for you, my friend...... I'm sorry....

... you were an inspiration... and one helluva man...

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Small....

.... today's Quote of The Day comes from this video....

... heh.... "There's a small difference there."... indeed, Stevie..... indeed...

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Townes....

.... absolutely beautiful.....

.... Margo Timmons.... my goodness.......

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Something Wrong Here

Rummaging around SWG's blog. Still a pretty strange place. OK, here's the music department. Haven't been here for a while. Looks like Eric hasn't, either. Could use a little freshening up. I think I'll try this:

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Rock....

.... ole Felicity sits in her jammies and jams to one helluva song.......

.... I tell ya, she's got nerve..... and she's got talent.... but what is more, is that she has fearlessness..... complete and absolute.....

... may we all have such an attribute......

so good on ye, Felicity.. you work it, maam.

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Moods....

... "shut your mouth and play along"...... oh yeah......

..... man, this stuff is killing me.... I heard a song on the radio yesterday that I have been unable to identify anywhere..... it was all about a girl waking up in someone elses apartment alone and calling a friend..... and the refrain was something like "make me work for a piece of your time" or some such other drivel.... but I want to hear it again, dammit.... and I have no idea who sang it or what all of the lyrics were....

..... and it is pissing me off.... so if anyone has any idea, please put a brother out of his misery and spill it to me..... I just gotta know......

.... the band sounded a bit like the DBTs, but it was slower and more bluesy.....

... later, rubberneckers.... I'm off to keep a'searchin'......

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George.....

. For those of you who have watched this trainwreck of a blog for a while, you will know a few things. firstly, that musically Tom Waits is the King. secondly, well, Dean Martin is The High Priest and Master of Ceremonies. and thirdly?.... George Thorogood is the Ultimate Altarboy.. not to mention that the rest of the congregation is listening intently to Warren Zevon on their iPods whilst the services here are going on.

so without further ado, I offer you a song that has been dear to my heart since I was just a wee nipper and still lusting after the sunglass-clad girlies in those old ZZ Top videos vintage Thorogood courtesy of my blogson, RSM..

. and so, I give you, Blue Highway.

. George, if you are out there anywhere, know that you are loved.. bigtime..

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Stones....

there are days and then there are DAYS. Today was one of the DAYS but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, no?......

. still, all is cool.. were cooking with gas around these parts nowadays. and tomorrow?.... we travel..

. so, as I know that none of yall know what the hell Im talking about, I will sign off

. so sing along, children.. it is good for the soul

and you know, it IS cheaper than buying Bush Babies to skewer with your homemade spears..

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Moon....

.... Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovebirds out there..... may you all be gifted a big box of chocolate covered cherries.......

... and hey, feel free to sing along.... I sure am....

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Charming....

. with Valentines Day just around the corner and a mischievous Cupid lurking behind every bush, I suppose that I should share a line that I just heard come across the car radio as I was driving.. check this out..

If you were a horsefly
And I were an old gray mare
I would let you bite me
And never twitch a hair.

.. good God, that is marvelous I mean, cant you just imagine the look of abject love that would immediately radiate across the face of your betrothed if you were to gaze deeply into her eyes and slip those lyrics on her?......

and the refrain in the chorus?.... because thats how much I love you. .. 1946, people. Eddie Arnold.

our local radio station has aired a Sunday Morning Memory Music segment since forever and a day. and todays was a masterpiece of lovestruck creativity, people.. mercy.... if you were a horsefly, indeed. You really cant make this shit up.

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Smokin'....

. I wonder what the hell Steve Miller was smoking when he wrote Jungle Love back in the 70s. I mean, just check this out.

Jungle Love by Steve Miller

I met you on somebody's island
You thought you had known me before
I brought you a crate of papaya
They waited all night by your door
You probably wouldn't remember
I probably couldn't forget
Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain
Everything's better when wet

Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

But lately you live in the jungle
I never see you alone
But we need some definite answers
So I thought I would write you a poem
The question to everyone's answer
Is usually asked from within
But the patterns of the rain
And the truth they contain
Have written my life on your skin

Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

You treat me like I was your ocean
You swim in my blood when it's warm
My cycles of circular motion
Protect you and keep you from harm
You live in a world of illusion
Where everything's peaches and cream
We all face a scarlet conclusion
But we spend our time in a dream

Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad
It's makin' me crazy

see what I mean?..... crazy stuff, if you ask me you swim in my blood when its warm?.... mercy..

anyway, Im finishing up dinner prep around here and the spaghetti sauce is bubbling away contentedly in the kitchen so youll find nothing readable from me this afternoon.. if you are so inclined, however, I highly recommend reading this article on the true lyrics to Steve Millers classic The Joker because, you know, I too speak of the pompatus of love.

hey, what can I say?.... Im just cool like that

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Music...

I woke up this morning humming a tune and I havent been able to get it out of my head all morning. and I would love to hear it for real right now. however, I only have an old copy of it on cassette tape and I cant even manage to find that at the moment.

.. so as today is Sunday. and since I know that everyone who reads this page is not only a civilized and cultured person, but is also filled with generosity, kindness, and a Love of Their Fellowman, I ask that yall help a brother out.

if anyone has a copy of Dont Get Around Much Anymore as sung by Harry Connick Jr. lying around on their computer or CD collection, I would be hugely thankful if you could find it within your abilities to send it over to me..

Ill gladly repay you with any Zevon or Tom Waits tune of your liking.. and of course, as an added bonus, you will be blessed with my eternal gratitude..

and besides, this is The Internet were all about sharing, arent we?....

Update: ... three cheers go out from the Compound here towards RSM and The Bitterman for reaching out to a brother when he was in need....

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Festive....

... you know, there is festive.... and then there is festive.....

... THIS is festive.... go over and sing along.... trust me... do it for the children.....

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Spinning....

.. for those of you who were interested in my garage but were afraid to ask, look no further hey, I aim to please, I do.

anyway, whilst purging a bunch of old photos today, I found a charming clip of me spinning around in my garage this summer while grilling some ribs. you know, as you do spin, that is. so without further ado, here you go.. enjoy.

. a spinning virtual tour of my garage on a midsummers day with mood music on the CD player

oh, and any guesses on the singer of the tune in the background?.....

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Singing....

.... happy Friday, rubberneckers.... today will be spent practicing a new Christmas carol.... behold..... a duet to be performed with my Cousin Tiffany.... my goodness....

I really can't stay
Baby, it's cold out side
I've got to go away
I said its cold out side.
This evening has been
mmm tickled to death that you dropped in..
Soooooo very nice
I'll hold your hands, they're like ice

My mother will start to worry
Darlin, what's your hurry?....
Daddy will be pacing the floor
.just listen to that fireplace roar
So really, I'd better scurry
mmm, whats your hurry?....
Well maybe just a half-a-drink more
. put some music on...while I pour.

The neighbors might think
. Baby, it's bad out there.
Say, what's in this drink?
No cabs to be hailed out there, you know?.......
I wish I knew how
Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell
. I'll take your hat, you look swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir
Mind if I move in closer?....
At least I'm gonna say that I tried
what's the sense of hurtin' my pride?....
I really can't stay
mmmm, Baby don't hold out.

Oh but it's cold out side

I simply must go
. Baby, it's cold outside.
The answer is no
. I say it's cold out there, you know?....
Your welcome has been
How lucky for me that you dropped in
Soooooo nice and warm
just look through the window at that storm!.....

My sister will be suspicious
. your lips look delicious..
My brother will be there at the door
like waves upon a tropical shore.
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious
Gosh your lips ARE delicious..
Well maybe just a cigarette more
. Ive never seen such a blizzard before!....

I have to get home
. Baby, you'll freeze out there.
Say, can I use your phone?
mmm It's up to your knees out there, you know?....
You've really been grand
. I thrill when you touch my hand.
But don't you see
How can you do these things to me?....

There's bound to be talk tomorrow
.. just think of my lifelong sorrow.
At least there will be plenty implied
mmmmm, you tellin me. If you caught pneumonia and died..
I really can't stay
get over that hold out..

Ah but it's cold out side

Baby it's coooooold ooooooutsiiiiiiiide

... goodness.... can you guess which lines are mine?.....

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80s....

. well, the tree is almost up. Ive barricaded myself in the blogroom and Im taking a smoke break. Bloody Nora, boys and girls.

I made the unlucky mistake of allowing The Missus to open one of her gifts today. she picked the box that looked like it might contain a 3-pack DVD set. well, it did contain a 3-pack DVD set. and Ive spent the last two hours watching Ah-Ha, Olivia Newton John, and Tears for Fears music videos.

as I sit here now, Sister Christian is screaming from the television set in full, living color.

wait..... Jesus Christ Mr. Roboto just came on

why I do this to myself, I will never know. a self-sacrificing soul, I suspect that is my downfall.

.... 'Love Is A Battlefield'?.... damn straight.....

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Winner!...

kudos, props, congrats, and tiddles go out to Mark of Knockin On The Golden Door for guessing the correct song from this post of my playing with Sylvia.

hey, what can I say?... the man obviously has extremely fine taste in music.. so go over and say howdy.

thanks for playing, Mark, my man. Keep on rocking...

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U2.....

. tonight, I was dragged through to the television room to watch a 2004 recording. U2 in Milan Live. and it meant absolutely nothing to me whatsoever.

my favorite U2 song is Van Diemans Land.. and it is the only U2 song that I can actually play on guitar. and it is quite old now and it isnt a Bono vibe at all The Edge wrote it.. but still, my first girlfriend dug U2 and so I bought an album and picked a song.. that IS what you do after all, right?....

. in any case, tonight I hit a brick wall with The Missus whilst watching the show.. at the final song of the concert, she gasped slightly and then sighed.. and then the baseline started and Bono began With Or Without You.

. part of me knew the tune. but another part could not quite recognize it. so I sat and listened closely while The Wife tilted her head back and lost herself in the heavy music that streamed from the television.. I watched her for a bit and then spoke. she tilted her head slightly again, and said what?.

folks, my reply defined me.. I said to her that this was the first song in an hour that I had heard of. and that even though I knew the song, it still didnt make any sense to me.. with or without you. it was idiotic.. either that or the poor schmuck was so hopeless that he deserved exactly whatever it was that he finally got.. but in any case, I got The Stare.

.. yes, I got The Stare. and then I got The Verbal. you are not of my generation you do not understandU2 is The GREATEST.. ..

and I suppose that she is right. I dont.. I didnt

. she is a 66 model. and Im a 72 model. My first car?... a 51 Mercury and, Hell, she and I got along just fine. even though she did sport some fairly substantial solid-state technology.. but U2?.... please, give me a break..

. as a matter of fact, she just came through and read this post as I was typing it. and apart from a smack in the back of the head, I got hey, I bet you dont like Simple Minds either .. I tell you, boys and girls, times are hard.. and when faced with the Simple Minds question, I took it one step further. Simple Minds?.... babe, I dont even like Duran Duran!... why in the Great Living Hell would I care about some has been band from Glasgow?.

I thought I was going to be killed.. but luckily she has retired back to the couch and out of projectile range hey, I am a fragile being, after all is said and done, and I abhor confrontations where my delicate skin might get damaged

but, goodness. who would have ever thought that a random concert on HBO could be so damned entertaining and insightful?.....

I sure didnt

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Work....

. I am a fickle listener of tunes. but there are certain musicians that completely move me.. and they take me to places where my mind is absolutely oblivious to everything else but their voice. my subconscious mind needs their complexity their puzzle otherwise, I get bored.

. and for the most part, it has very little to do with their prowess with an instrument, these musicians.

. the exception, I suppose, would be Stevie Ray Vaughan.. he had a way of overpowering you with his guitar that was almost mystical.. when youd listen to his playing, you had to surrender yourself to the power of his production. the might of his sound.. but his lyrics?.... well, they left a lot to be desired.

but Tom Waits is the exact opposite. He is a mystery and a present and even though he is an accomplished musician on many musical instruments and has a five octave vocal range, his lyrics are his best suit.. they are his hook

tonight I have been revisiting an old piece of music of his. and I just cant get enough of it.

here it is..

. I cant help but hear this song and feel sad for the singer.. to me, it sounds like he is missing out. but I have a mixed feeling on the song. It is complex. because, well, there is a thankfulness present too a glorious thankfulness

. Waits isnt for everyone, and that is for sure he is an acquired taste but trust me, people.. no collection of music is complete without at least two Tom Waits albums.. I recommend Small Change as a starting point..

.. PS.. Tom, dont sue me, man.. Im on your side. Honest..

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Island...

the last time that I posted this song, well, I dedicated it to Acidman. but tonight it is speaking to me again.

. Listen closely, gentle readers. Listen very closely.. the new Jimmy Buffett stuff?.... no. search backwards, people. search backwards.. his best stuff is from the 70s and 80s.

listen closely.. "I don't want to live on that kind of island."..... absolute perfection.....

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Wrong...

. in truth, I am not a skeptic at heart. I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt until I am proven otherwise sure, I can be as cynical as the next guy, but it takes some hard work to push me that far. and on top of all that, my ability to forgive is both deep and broad. but I must admit I am having some serious reservations about this.

hat tip to Miss Christina.

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51...

welcome to my Sunday, gentle rubberneckers. all is quiet here on The Eastern Front. and dinner with the Sainted Mother is about to be prepared

Im grilling up three nice filet steaks. and the rest is potluck. it should turn out quite interesting. since my Mother is notorious for jumbling together the strangest menus imaginable

no biggie though, right?... I mean, in the right hands a filet steak IS a meal in itself. right?... right

. anyway, it has been a nice, quiet, relaxing weekend here at the compound but before I sign off for the night, I feel the need to reach out to my Jawja friends show a little of the Brotherly Love.

enjoy.

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Music...

... a while back, two fine bloggers requested my participation in a musical meme... Jimbo and Rave.... And since my little noggin is perfectly devoid of subject matter, I suppose it is time to step up to the proverbial plate.....

... be warned, however... my taste in music is varied, eclectic, and highly questionable... so some of the songs might be offensive to underage ears... so just take that as a "not safe for work" warning, children.....

.... here goes...

Four songs that you could listen to over and over:
... actually, I tend to put a song on repeat when I sit down to blog and/or surf... after eight or nine plays, I will sometimes switch songs... but on a few occasions, I have literally kept the same song on repeat for the entire day...

... there are quite a few that I keep on repeat... but here are the most recent four...

Mexican Home - John Prine
Carmelita - Warren Zevon
I Can't Wait To Get Off Work (And See My Baby On Montgomery Avenue) - Tom Waits
One For The Road - Robbie Williams

Four songs that drive you up the friggin' wall:
... now this is an interesting question... mainly because, well, it is nearly impossible to drive me up a wall... I am the consummate laid back hedonist.... That said, however, I suppose I should choose something...

any rap song except for The Gourd's version of Gin & Juice
any ABBA song
Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - The Eurythmics
any music where the singer mumbles and I can't hear the lyrics

Four songs that you're embarrassed (or should be) to admit you like:
Three Point One Four - The Bloodhound Gang
The Lapdance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying - The Bloodhound Gang
The CB Song - The Legendary Shack Shakers
The Bad Touch - The Bloodhound Gang


Four best driving songs:
... well, this produces a conundrum... sometimes I drive fast... and sometimes I drive slow.... And I use different types of music for each mood.... so, ok... the first two songs are for quick-pedalling.... and the last two are for more gentle cornering.....

Let Me Entertain You - Robbie Williams
Funky Monks - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Mexican Blackbird - ZZ Top
... and in certain moods, Lenny by SRV


Four songs that make you cry:
... wow... the easiest question yet....
Fields of Gold - Eva Cassidy .... If you haven't heard her version, you are missing out.... she died young from cancer.. but goodness, her voice is haunting...
The University of Georgia Fight Song
The University of Florida Fight Song
The University of Alabama Fight Song

Four best risqué songs:
Lady of the Afternoon - Ed Haynes
Pasties & a G-String - Tom Waits
Fuck You Like An Animal - Nine Inch Nails
Let's Misbehave - Cole Porter ... heh... check this out....

Let's Misbehave, by Cole Porter...

We're all alone; no chaperone can get our number...
The world's in slumber; let's misbehave.

There's something wild about you, child, that's so contangious...
Let's be outrageous; let's misbehave.

When Adam won Eve's hand, he wouldn't stand for teasin'...
He didn't care about those apples out of season.

They say the spring means just one thing to little love birds.
We're not above birds; let's misbehave.

(Chorus)

If you'd be just so sweet and only meet your fate, dear,
It would be the great event of nineteen twenty-eight, dear.

(Chorus)

Let's Misbehave!

... ladies and gentlemen, that simply rocks..... those crazy kids back in 1928 must have gone WILD...

Four best kid songs:
... hmmm... having no babies of my own, I'm having to stretch a bit for this one... but here goes..

Mary Had a Little Lamb - Stevie Ray Vaughan
The Monster Mash - Bobby "Boris" Picket
One-eyed, One-horned, Flying, Purple People-eater - Sheb Wooley
Pasties & a G-String - Tom Waits

... oh, yeah... I simply cannot WAIT to teach Pasties & a G-String to my nephews....

Four songs (hell, pick your own category and fill it in):... ok... four songs from my hard drive chosen at random...
Kiss - Prince
Plastic Jesus - Paul Newman (vocals AND banjo)
Wolf Creek Pass - C.W. McCall
My First Affair - Frank Sinatra

... there you go, friends and neighbors.... those links should keep you busy for a few minutes.... I'm off to pour a Scotch and sit under the dogwoods.....

... peace, out...

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Burgers...

.... I've been asked to fire up the grill tonight to char some cheeseburgers... and I'm looking forward to it, actually.... it makes a change from the usual ribs and steaks... and with burgers, well, it takes a little more finesse..

... with steaks, you just buy quality meat and toss it on the grill... with ribs, you doctor them good with your sauce... but burgers require more skill... they require more care.... taking standard, lean ground beef... adding your secret ingredients.... patting out the patty so that it is just so... not too thick and not too thin.... Just Right...

... so yeah, that is my task for the evening.... delicately working some magic on a pound and a half of chopped beef while Dire Straits bounces around the garage - the cool wind keeping me company as it laps at the hot grill...

.... I'm off to town now though... business beckons..

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Rust...

.... turn it up, boys and girls...

.. everyone should own this album....

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Diabetes...

... there is just something about this video that completely cracks me up....

... no, honestly.... I laugh every time...

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Empty Head....

.... The question of music came up a few days ago between my little Brother and me.... it is funny how the same song can mean different things to different people.....

... he's had a hard row, my Brother.... and he has soldiered on through things which I believe would have broken me.... but now there is a glimmer of light at the end of his tunnel....

... he asked me to download a song for him and I just have.... so as the first sip of Scotch hits tonight, I am closing with a part of him that we've all tried to ignore..... hey, everyone has got to have a way to deal.... but soon - very soon - ignoring will no longer be an option....

.... for me, this song has always been about loss.... but for him it has represented will.... pure will.... faced daily with insurmountable obstacles, he has always just looked Life in the face and smiled.... and in his head, he said "Ride On".....

... it is just as he grinned it through the phone with me today as I broached the subject inquisitively....

.... "why such a song as your theme, man?... it is hard for me to believe that song really lifts you?"....

.... "one line, Brother... one line," he said.... "... I love all of the lyrics.... and some of them have special meaning.... but mostly I love it when they sing I sure am hard to beat.'... because, well, you know that I am... "

.... he laughed through the telephone as I shook my head....

... "you are that, little brother.... you certainly are that.... but boy are you in for a rude awakening... "....

... that boy is something else.... He really is..... and while I don't share it, I do so admire his spirit.... so feel free to grove along with me.... in celebration of a new understanding of an old song..... seen through the eyes of someone else...

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Musical....

.... conversation regarding a recent version of "The Pirates of Penzance" that was aired last night and watched by me and the Missus....

... babe... you've got to come through and watch this....
... why?... what's going on??..
... Kevin Kline is SOOO shooting his wad from dancing around in a pair of froo-froo tights.... It's amazing...
....great, babe.... I'll be right there....
... oh my God, he just twirled!..

... thirty seconds later...

... hey, isn't that Linda Rondstat?...
... yep...
... wow.. he really IS enjoying himself too much... and just think...
... what?...
... well, I was just wondering if he is exercising Phoebe Cates as much as she deserves....
... judging from his gleeful enjoyment of those tights, I suspect he doesn't...
... damnation.. what a shame... what a waste....

.... on a high note though, the rendition of "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" was pretty damn good....

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Townes....

.... Today has been a slow day here at the compound.... it's been too hot to get much outdoors accomplished... and this naturally resulted in many tasks remaining unconquered... it's all cool though...

... but on top of the heat, I was asked to prepare a batch of my chili for dinner.... it is simmering on the stove right now.... it's not too spicy, so it shouldn't warm us up too much when it is eaten...

... all is quiet here.... the Wife is deeply involved in her latest book and I am working on the guitar attempting to accompany Townes... and soon it will be time for supper...

.... here is the song that is repeating itself as I pick along ... I posted it once before, but I'm not sure how many of y'all gave it a listen...

... it's harder than you think, people.... I so very much need to practice more.... and so far, well, there are lots of places where he loses me.... my thumb just isn't cooperating...

.. but I still marvel at how he begins the song by simply stating that "Loop and Lil were parakeets".... I just love how a songwriter imprints a little bit of himself in his song.... it completely makes the song for me.... that little bit of trivia from his life that made it into the lyrics....

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Music....

... ladies, if you own an iPod, I'm sure you'll enjoy one of these.... especially during those "lie back and think of England" moments.... hey, at least you wouldn't get bored..... you'd truly be 'rockin'.... at least in one sense of the word....

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Hair...

.... A friend of mine turned me on to The Clarks a few years ago.... Not really being into his kind of music, I hadn't heard of them before..... but while scrabbling around through a pile of old cassettes today, I happened upon this little ditty....

... now before you go getting all Freudian on my narrow ass, back up... we're cool.... I just like the way the guitar sounds.... and how he yells "BIIIIIIIG HAIR" in the last verse.... besides, not everyone will have heard this song... and hey, I'm all about broadening y'all's horizons....

... feel free to sing along... oh, and smoke'em if you got'em....

The Clarks - Cigarette

In a black and far off corner of my mind
There's a box of something I can't quite define
It houses circus freaks, temptation and bad trips
In an isolated corner of the box
There's a trap door covered up with dirt and rocks
It opens to the stairs that lead down to the crypt

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last step
Do you know what you get?
Cigarette

On a dark and lonely road in my hometown
Stands a house that long ago should've been torn down
It reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and bad debt
On a weather beaten transom in the house
Walks a friend of mine that I call the old king mouse
He dances in the moonlight and sleeps out on the steps

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
Do you know what you get?
Do you know where you're going when they've paid their last regrets?
Do you know what you get?
Cigarette

In a black and far off corner of my mind
There's a box of something I can't quite define
It houses circus freaks, temptation and the Fayette County Fair
And it reeks of love gone sour, suspicion and big hair

Do you know where you're going when you've taken your last breath?
Do you know what you get?
Do you know where you're going when the devil starts to sweat?
Do you know what you get?
A cigarette

... rock on....

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Covers...

... so conversation was flowing as it usually does this afternoon, when the famous song "Wonderwall" by British band Oasis came up.. it seems that some young lady that The Wife works with got it in her pretty little head that "Wonderwall" was actually an old song and Oasis simply did a cover of it back in the 90s... now, having lived in Britain during most of the 1990s, I was incredibly sure that the Gallagher Brothers had written "Wonderwall"... but still, I was asked to verify this info via the world wide web..

... and sure enough, I was right... but wait... check this shit out.... Paul Anka did a swing version of "Wonderwall"... damnation, people... that's just wrong.....

... but to make matters even worse, I checked out his album "Rock Swings" and listened to him crooning through his version of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit"....

... you could actually feel the room here in Tennessee jostle just a tad as a portion of Kurt Cobain's ashes came back together suddenly and vibrated like crazy in Ithaca, NY...

... no, seriously.... lookit, peeps.... there are some lines that just should never be crossed... some roads that should absolutely NEVER be taken.... like Duran Duran covering a Tom Waits song... it just should not be attempted... not ever...

... having said that though, I can hardly wait for my copy of the album to get here..... it'll fit into my collection perfectly... right beside the recording of the Soviet National Orchestra belting out "ZEES AH LOOOONG VAAY TO TIPPERAREEEEE"...

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Kiss....

.... the long drive up to Erwin, TN today was interesting.. I learned, for instance, that an ancient post of mine was one of RMS's favorites... the monumental perv that he is... I mean, c'mon... what grown man digs Prince?... oh, and it gets better... he let it slip that he owns EVERY SONG THAT PRINCE EVER RECORDED... great bloody hell.... what a bombshell...

... personally, I think that is just inexcusable... however, I will admit that my post back then was 100% true... and the reaction was undeniable...

... so as I have nothing else to post about now and am currently sweaty, tired, and have any number of elderly aches after driving 500 miles today... well, it somehow seemed appropriate... so here it is...

.... admit it... no, go on... admit it... your backsides are suddenly grinding themselves snugly (and with a certain falsetto rhythm) into your reading chairs... and you have absolutely no control.... go on, admit it...

... you people should be ashamed of yourselves... but hell, I do so love it.... not the song, of course.. but the reaction......

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Sausage....

... my OCD side often forces me to completely submerge myself in whatever I am doing... I tend to latch onto things until I know them inside and backwards.... replaying the same DVD, CD, or video over and over until I know every nuance.... and with music, there are certain phrases, rhymes, or rhythms that catch me instantly...

... this morning, for instance, I woke up with snippets of lyrics from Waits' classic "Eggs and Sausage (In a Cadillac with Susan Michelson)" bouncing around in my brain....

....It's two for a quarter - a dime for a dance.
Woolworths rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance.....

... it's not just the lyrics, but how he syncopates the words as they roll out..