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What are you listening to? Part III
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Never heard this. Smiles, bah bah bahs, and another $1.29 happily down the digital drain.
A song from the very late 70s which I loved at the time (and am still more than a little partial to). Very glad you like it.
Now, finally, listening to Blur with "Parklike", specifically the song "Badhead".
In that last batch of CDs I picked up (to sort of christen my new CD player) I picked up a new/used/replacement copy of Parklife (my vinyl was lost into the relationship ether years ago I suspect ...)
It's just so good, it's an end-to-end listen for me
In that last batch of CDs I picked up (to sort of christen my new CD player) I picked up a new/used/replacement copy of Parklife (my vinyl was lost into the relationship ether years ago I suspect ...)
It's just so good, it's an end-to-end listen for me
Superb album, isn't it? Ageless, and timeless, too.
My brother sent me a link to James Corden (The Late Late Show With James Corden) Carpool Karaoke with Paul McCartney. It was recorded in Liverpool less than a fortnight ago (Sir Paul has recently turned 76) and was published online on June 21.
Wonderful.
Wonderful.
Do you recommend a orchestra that performed the music?
somehow i do not have that in my iTunes albums.
Oh man, it's been a while since I listened to Kryptonite, but I just might have to do that now since you've reminded me of it. So thanks!
It's been a sad day on account of one of my favorite drummers, of one of my favorite bands ever, passing, but such is life. At least Dime and Vinnie are together, so there's that. Those two were born under special stars, that's for sure.
Only in a cheese shop - truthfully can't play and don't speak Greek that well which is a shame, fluent in French and even English though. I did take guitar lessons back in the day in addition to my stint playing baritone and trombone in the school band.
Funny story, the American students in my program spend three weeks out of the three and a half month semester in Greece to study the economic crisis - my director snapped a picture of one of our students learning the bouzouki from the guide in Crete. The guide's name is Hussein and he is from .... Turkey.
Only in a cheese shop - truthfully can't play and don't speak Greek that well which is a shame, fluent in French and even English though. I did take guitar lessons back in the day in addition to my stint playing baritone and trombone in the school band.
Funny story, the American students in my program spend three weeks out of the three and a half month semester in Greece to study the economic crisis - my director snapped a picture of one of our students learning the bouzouki from the guide in Crete. The guide's name is Hussein and he is from .... Turkey.
So I take it that's a "no" on playing the baglama then? I only learned piano and some guitar. Always wanted to play trumpet, but my grandfather, I forget which one, forbid me. Something about ending up with a puffy face. I did decide a while back I'll learn the basics of the bugle in the coming years. As the kids grow older. So I can wake them up as they did to me. Should be fun. Had the horse race bugle call as my alarm last year for about a week. Quite exhilarating jumping out of bed out of "fear."
We'll take Gainsebourg if you're offering.
Below is my favorite version of this song. Partly because the live setting strips away distracting production choices, partly because it finds the singer in a more natural voice and party because of the short spoken intro. It was twenty years ago. Almost twenty years after he wrote it. We hadn’t officially had any wars between those two dates. We’ve had a number since. Hereoin and pot are referenced. These days it’d be opioids.
Can’t say John Prine is “under appreciated” (a term I find meaningless and, in its overuse, frustrating). I’d say he’s underknown. Those who know even a few of his most noted songs would have a hard time under-valuing what he brings to the table. Dylan compared him to Proust. He’s not known to highly praise those who came in his wake so that’s something.
For my part, I think he brings the pathos that Dylan and Cohen often missed. Empathy actually may be the better word; he’s too plain spoken for such haughty Latin. I know embarrassingly well because he genially dismissed an overly academic question I asked him when he spoke at the Libeary of Congress, invited and interviewed by then poet laureate Ted Kooser.
At his singular best he does it with grace, not schmaltz; with wit, not humor. He also knows how to slide in images and lines that can make you smile more mysteriously than Mona Lisa thanks to the tenderness and empathy he brings when mixing sad details in happy moments and vice versa.
This is rightly regarded a signature song. There are others I prefer but this one hit the spot today.
Some things are always timely even if a detail or two and styles may need tweaking for those who sadly get caught up in artifacts of times gone by.
Here he is in 2014 discussing this song among others, as well as how his early live audiences often reacted to the unexpected heft of lines that on first listen made people laugh. Keep in mind the ravages of throat cancer and removal of that cancer have taken a toll. Time isn’t always noted for its generosity.
Can’t say John Prine is “under appreciated” (a term I find meaningless and, in its overuse, frustrating). I’d say he’s underknown. Those who know even a few of his most noted songs would have a hard time under-valuing what he brings to the table. Dylan compared him to Proust. He’s not known to highly praise those who came in his wake so that’s something.
For my part, I think he brings the pathos that Dylan and Cohen often missed. Empathy actually may be the better word; he’s too plain spoken for such haughty Latin. I know embarrassingly well because he genially dismissed an overly academic question I asked him when he spoke at the Libeary of Congress, invited and interviewed by then poet laureate Ted Kooser.
At his singular best he does it with grace, not schmaltz; with wit, not humor. He also knows how to slide in images and lines that can make you smile more mysteriously than Mona Lisa thanks to the tenderness and empathy he brings when mixing sad details in happy moments and vice versa.
This is rightly regarded a signature song. There are others I prefer but this one hit the spot today.
Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Some things are always timely even if a detail or two and styles may need tweaking for those who sadly get caught up in artifacts of times gone by.
Here he is in 2014 discussing this song among others, as well as how his early live audiences often reacted to the unexpected heft of lines that on first listen made people laugh. Keep in mind the ravages of throat cancer and removal of that cancer have taken a toll. Time isn’t always noted for its generosity.
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Valle Dasmash - essentially, traditional wedding dance music - from Albania and Kosovo.
"Songs From Italy - Various Artists" (including O Sole Mio, Funiculi Funiculà, Mazurka "Campanelle", Santa Lucia, Bacarola, Oi Giovaoti, Schiarazula Marzula, Mazurca Figurata, Chi Bussa?, Manfrina, Mazurka Contravansa, and others).
Queen: Who Wants To Live Forever; The Show Must Go On.
Among others...
Among others...
