Thursday, November 25, 2010

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

One of the Best Songs Of It's Kind I've Ever Heard.

The Finish Line - Steve Taylor.

Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside

The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel"

And I saw you, upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines

And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line

Darkness falls
The devil stirs
And as your vision blurs you start stumbling

The heart is weak
The will is gone
And every strong conviction comes tumbling down

Malice rains
The acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh
It floods the trail
It bleeds you dry
As every little god buys its pound of flesh

And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw you weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes for the party line

And I saw you welsh on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes

And you hemmed and you hawed
And you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign

Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits
Let's all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
We're locked in the washroom turning old tricks
And joyless
And full of it

The vision came
He saw the odds
A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"These have tried to take your place, but Father,
by your grace I will never kneel
I will never kneel..."

Off in the distance
Bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes

And I saw you
Both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze
For the finish line

Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall
And I gasped
When I saw you fall
In his arms
At the finish line

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Youssou N'Dour

Youssou N'Dour

The Eyes Have It

Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes

Twice The Blood

Peter Gabriel - Blood of Eden


Funk Brothers - Bernadette

What We Still Can't Do Today

Dave Matthews band and Warren Haynes - Cortez the killer

Uke! II

Jake Shimabukuro - While My Guitar Gently Weeps


Ringo, George and Paul - Ain't She Sweet

Some Things You Don't Find 'Till They're Gone

Israel "Iz" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole (May 20, 1959 – June 26, 1997)

Bruddah IZ ~ Hawai'i '78


Steve Martin, Bela Fleck, Tony Trischka: The Crow

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Of Course

Like everyone else of a certain age, place and mindscape, I grew up with the Beatles. In the long run you may see more of them here than any else. But maybe not.

The Beatles - Hey Bulldog

This is of course not the first of their songs I heard or loved, but it is one of my favorites and one some people seem to have missed

I Think This Was My First Favorite Song

I believe this may have been the first song that could have stood out as my favorite.

Herb Alpert & Tijuana Brass - Tijuana Taxi

It made me want to play the trumpet. I had piano lessons around the time of the first and second grade, but it didn't really stick. A bit later I remember going to the band teacher telling him I wanted to play trumpet thinking of this song. He asked me to hum America the Beautiful. I wasn't much of a singer and I didn't do it very well. He told me I had not musical ability and I could not be in the band.

Next time you have a dictionary handy look up bad teacher. I'm sure they have a picture of him.

Not At All Like Chewing Glass

Cyndi Lauper - Working Class Hero


Leonard Cohen

Jeff Buckely

Sad Kermit



Johnny Cash

Sad Kermit

I Love Everything

The Highwaymen - Highwayman


Thursday, September 23, 2010

Expect randomness.

I've come a long way since Telstar

I love this, among many other thing.

The tags will fill up with genres as I go. That's about the only rhyme or reason there may be.

Busi Mhlongo - We Baba Omncane

Busi, may she ever rest in blissful peace, was a once in eternity spirit.

Yehlisan'umoya ma-Afrika

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

More Atmosphere From Childhood.

The Music I Love

I love all type of music. From the simplest folk guitar to elaborate Indian symphonies. Of what draws me to a particular song or artists talent and skill are important, but there is a certain undefinable quality of hearing some piece of the performers self in what they do. For this reason I'm not a big opera fan. I can appreciate the story telling and the sheer talent of the performers, but there is an artifice and pretense in the style that often buries the human being.

As a consequence I am drawn to folk and popular music styles because there is often a strong sense of the individuals involved.

I grew up in the 1960s and '70s. The flowering of Rock as exemplified by the Beatles and the California Folk/Psychedelic explosion are viscerally music for me. I have long since broadened my tastes to include Indian music, African, Latin and all manner of Art music. About the only thing I avoid is popular commercial music. Most of what ends up on the radio in the US is abysmal.

Songs Like This Were Just In The Air

As a child music was like air, you didn't even notice you were swimming in it.

About Memories of Music

I love music. I always have. I tend to flood my FaceBook profile and LiveJournal pages with videos and GrooveShark links. I probably overdo it. This will be where I indulge my musical exhibitionism. If people like my tastes they'll find me.

One of the First Songs I Remember

Down at Jay and Ritchie's house, for Saturday morning cartoons. They had a HiFi and we played this song just about every week.

Lindley Armstrong "Spike" Jones (December 14, 1911 – May 1, 1965)