Thursday, September 4, 2008

Chicago (184/365)

Chicago - Lucy Wainwright Roche: Chicago will always remind me of picking plump succulent mountain blueberries with Libby. Discovering ones that tasted just like a Louie-Bloo Raspberry® Otter Pop made for our favorite part. Cullen summed it up best, "I could listen to her sing 24/7 and never be bored."

Flying home Friday
over the buildings and
I did it my way,
leaking from some one else's ears
cut him some slack
look out the window
you're not coming back

Isn't it funny?
Isn't it something?
Isn't simple after all?
Goodnight Chicago,
you have sky's as red as any summer.
Goodnight Chicago
you are mine,
tonight.
Goodnight Chicago,
you have eyes as bright as any child's.
Goodnight Chicago
you are mine
tonight.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Long Haired Country Boy or Dental Floss(183/365)


Which should it be????

Long Haired Country Boy - Charlie Daniels Band
or
Dental Floss - Frank Zappa: Carita was an absolute CBD freak in H.S., so naturally when I hear them I think of her. My mom and hers recently took a road trip together. She's living in Montana now, an architect with three kids. Guess I need to change her song.


OR

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Nice Day (182/365)

Nice Day - Tommy Womack: Nice Day = Nothing Broken, No E.R. visits. This pretty much sums up my life. Except the hair part, mine is still wild and thick. Conversely, my brothers' hair have all high-tailed it off their heads, running down their backs, in search of an escape route.

I'm 45, my hair is going,
I've got a shaky sense of self esteem,
but in that water, that smile on my boy's face
for a moment life was not a bad dream.

It's been a nice day,
we all went swimming.
"I love you Daddy."

he said that twice.

Nothing got broken
No one got sunburned
I never freaked out,
it was nice.

I worry often,
I live in terror
of what life might have in store.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Ooh La La (181/365)


Ooh La La - Ronnie Lane and Ron Wood: Every time I hear this I cry because I never knew my grandfathers, I sure could have used their love and wisdom. As I sip my morning java and look at Grandfather Mountain, I'm beginning to discover a new kind of wisdom. Blessed by love.

Watch Rod Stewart and The Coors perform Ooh La La

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

I Went Wrong (180/365)

I Went Wrong - Sean Costello: The rise and fall of a promising musical love affair. Discovered this lovely new-to-me talent the other day...I was so excited. Moments later as I visited his MySpace, I learned of his early demise, exactly one month after his death. A life cut short.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Sugar Mountain (179/365)


Sugar Mountain - Neil Young: The day I turned 20, I listened to this song. Recently went to Sugar Mountain for the first time. Honestly, it's probably the most hideous looking mountain top in all of the Blue Ridge. Who's idea was it to put that condo up there? UGLY!!!

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon



Side Note... Neil recently had a spider named for him. Click here to read more.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Stratford-On-Guy (178/365)

Coffey Hall (and the surrounding Coffey Grounds)

Stratford-On-Guy - Liz Phair: Mundelein College, back in the day was an unique institution (now part of Loyola). My dorm room was the last room east with Lake Michigan as my next-door neighbor. In all the days I lived there, it never looked the same; always changing, always beautiful.

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke


Thursday, May 29, 2008

Mr. Lee (177/365)

The Bobbettes - Mr. Lee: Until today I never heard this song in its entirety, but bits of it run through my head at strange hours, especially on sunny afternoons when I'm missing the lake front. If you're from Chicago, I bet you know this song too. Tell me how.


Hint:

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Northern Town (176/365)

Northern Town - GaNgLy MoOsE: Moved to a small mountain town over the weekend. "Things around here move a little on the slow side, (but) what I've found... there's nothing like a northern town." Lots of wild turkey running about; haven't encountered a bear yet; hoping to see river otters.

Click here to hear Northern Town

Livin' in a messed up place
is everything I need
grow roots in the burying ground
growing freedom

cussin' at the fading light
climbed up the mountain
I'm sliding down the other side
gaining speed

standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town

living in a time that's right
for taking a little seed
the whole wide world Lord's coming down on me
stop and take a look you'll see
it takes a whole lot of people to make a happy family

what I've found
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town

fell off the edge of this earth
going to find you
maybe you can tell me where the time's run off to

sun and moon they've gone to hide
things around here move a little on the slow side

what I've found
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
and don't let it get you down

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Truckin' (175/365)

Truckin' - Grateful Dead: When I was younger I thought it would be cool to be a truck driver. What better way to see the country right? Today my dream came true. Guess what? It's not all that it's cracked up to be. Sang this song while I drove.




Truckin' got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to New Orleans;
New Yorks got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me you've got to play your hand
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you dont lay em down,

Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is ain't it a shame?

Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.

Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.
Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin,
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.

Truckin', I'm a goin' home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back truckin' home.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Love and Gasoline (174/365)

Love and Gasoline - Donna The Buffalo: Last year in Chicago to visit the family, Hayden and I spied this on a Dummer, aka Hummer and we nearly fell out laughing over the owner's license plate poetry. "How I wonder as I wander" what it must co$t to "Fil Er Up" now.

Click to listen to 30 second clip of Love and Gasoline


Long road we're laying it down
Step into the picture at the edge of town
And wide, wide as can be
Each and every day a bit of destiny

Lay down here by your side
White stars are passing in the middle of the night
Cool hands moving us along
Wise in the moment, Settled in the dawn

I'm not,
I'm not living for a simple dream
I'm still livin' on love and gasoline

Warm winds blowing through the trees
Time and revelation whistling 'round my knees
Same wind of a freeing kind
Sentimental journey coming into mind

Sunrise and the whole world sees
All that lays before is made for you and me
Real Love makes the world dance
Universal language stands a fighting chance

How I wonder as I wander
Where the answers lie
Chasing my thoughts
I hear thunder race across the sky

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Radio Cure (173/365)

Radio Cure - Wilco: Radio Cure is amusing. It leaves me with a pleasurable deride; its visceral yet diametrical. These words keep getting more complex with each listening and I can't help but be amazed by Tweedy's poetry. Misheard* this line as, "Honey, your kisses are clouds of fog".



Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

Monday, May 19, 2008

Postcards From Hell (172/365)

Postcards From Hell - The Wood Brothers: I have a musical addiction problem. Which is a lot less evil than the more obvious ones. Still this is how burn-out and over-play occur. The more I listen to PFH, the more I've got to have it. Great advice, "don't read postcards from hell".

*To listen, click here and select PFH from right side. I highly recommend this album (Loaded - The Wood Brothers).

I know a man who sings the blues
Yeah he plays just what he feels
Keeps a letter in the pocket of his coat
But he never breaks the seal

Set up in a bar room corner
Playin' for tips and beer
People carryin' on and drinkin'
You gotta strain to hear

I've seen him playin' some old cheap guitar
But he could play on pots and pans
You never heard a soul so pure and true
It's flowin' right out of his hands
He can sing sweet as a choir girl
Or he can sing a house on fire
I've seen him callin' up the angels
And use a breeze for a telephone wire

But if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says,
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from hell

Says he came from down in Texas
Playin' out since he's fifteen
You can hear a little Chicago
And a lot of New Orleans
He can take you on a freight train
He can take you down the alley
He can take you to the church
He can walk you through the valley

But if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says,
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from hell

I've seen him sleepin' in a doorway
Maybe livin' outside
On his back just like a cockroach
But he ain't waitin' to die

And if you ask him
How he sings his blues so well
He says,
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
I got a soul that I won't sell
And I don't read postcards from hell

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Mountains O' Things (171/365)

Mountains O' Things - Tracy Chapman:

Tracy's singing,

The life I've always wanted

I guess I'll never have
I'll be working for somebody else
Until I'm in my grave
I'll be dreaming of a live of ease
And mountains
Oh mountains o things

from Hayden's speakers

To have a big expensive car

Drag my furs on the ground
And have a maid that I can tell
To bring me anything
Everyone will look at me with envy and with greed
Ill revel in their attention
And mountains
Oh mountains o things

as I pack boxes with all the stuff I've accumulated the last few months. Surrounded by these mountains of things, I can't help but feel ridiculously incongruous. Especially now with the economy on the brink.

Sweet lazy life
Champagne and caviar
I hope you'll come and find me
Cause you know who we are
Those who deserve the best in life
And know what moneys worth
And those whose sole misfortune
Was having mountains o nothing at birth


I pause to remind myself...


Oh they tell me
Theres still time to save my soul
They tell me
Renounce all
Renounce all those material things you gained by
Exploiting other human beings

Consume more than you need
This is the dream
Make you pauper
Or make you queen
I wont die lonely
I'll have it all prearranged
A grave thats deep and wide enough
For me and all my mountains o things

Mostly I feel lonely
Good good people are
Good people are only
My stepping stones
Its gonna take all my mountains o things
To surround me
Keep all my enemies away
Keep my sadness and loneliness at bay




Friday, May 16, 2008

Black Magic (170/365)

Black Magic - Ollie and Friends: When Oliver, a self-taught guitar player came to visit, he walked into my living room, grabbed Gary's left-handed guitar, turned it upside down and started to play like it was nada deal. His music is his own creation. I describe it as fusion meets psychedelic.

Oliver is on the left...


More Ollie...

Thursday, May 15, 2008

How To Save A Life (169/365)

How To Save A Life - The Fray: Hell, it's way too soon to write about... yet tangled in these lyrics is my own reality. Fortunately, I never lost my friend because for some freaky reason he came to me to talk and I got him help. Still, I fear for his future.


Let him know that you know best
Because after all, you do know best

Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
Things you told him all along
Pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

And where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things:
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Barely Breathing (168/365)

Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik: When Libby was a newborn, she was sick; spending the first six days of her life recovering from her birth*. I lived in the N.I.C.U. and late one night Barely Breathing played over the nurses' radio. Proving again the irony of God's sense of humor.

*Respiratory Distress Syndrome (Click to learn)


I know what you're doing, I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
It must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

More Than Feeling (167/365)

More Than A Feeling - Boston: It's a peerless May afternoon, Cindy and I are walking along the sea wall at Foster Avenue Beach; talking and enjoying all the sidewalk art. It's 1977, our time to be fresh-faced, young and carefree. Boston's screaming from some teenage boys' Boom-box. We start dancing.

Art along Lake Michigan.
Are these pieces of Chicago history doomed? Click Here to learn more.

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

Monday, May 12, 2008

Uncle John's Band (166/365)

Uncle John's Band - Grateful Dead: Cathy's* parent's record collection completely blew me a way. "Do you realize," I stammered, holding a copy of Working Man's Dead, "that my brother Robert has this same album!" It never occurred to me until then that parents c/sh/w/ould even like rock and roll music.

*Please stop by and visit her new blog @



Your psychedelic trip awaits...

Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,
cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Beyond The Sea (165/365)

Beyond The Sea - Bobby Darin: My parents weren't fond of "all that wild rock and roll music" streaming from their children's rooms. At Sunday dinners in the dining room, my mom insisted on Formal, which almost always include some Bobby Darin. Happy memories. Thanks mom for teaching me proper etiquette.

Warning his lips aren't in sync with this recording...

Somewhere beyond the sea
      Somewhere waitin’ for me
      My lover stands on golden sands
      And watches the ships that go sailin’.
      Somewhere beyond the sea
      She's there watchin’ for me
      If I could fly like birds on high
      Then straight to her arms I’d go sailin’.
      It's far beyond the stars
      It's near beyond the moon
      I know beyond a doubt
      My heart will lead me there soon.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Night Moves (164/365)

Night Moves - Bob Seger: Freshman year of H.S., working at Corn-A-Plenty, next-door to Lockwood Castle, consuming much of the inventory, drinking in the back-room of the store after hours because I had the key...This was my Night Moves. X-wild-child that's making sure her kids don't take after her.

We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the back-room, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

Friday, May 9, 2008

Isn't Nice To Be Home Again? (163/365)

Isn't It Nice To Be Home Again? - James Taylor: Ironically, standing in the Wal-Mart return line, I'm home again. The older lady in front of me immediately starts-up a friendly conversation. She was sincere and genuine, so I just had to ask, "What part of the Midwest are you from?" "Cleveland, Ohio," she replied.

Late last night so far away
I dreamed my-self a dream
Well I dreamed I was so all alone
Isn't it nice to be home again?
I said welcome home
Didn't we miss your smiling face
Well the sun was nice in L.A.
Sun-shine
But isn't it nice to be home again?
Well I said isn't it nice to be home a-gain?

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Jet Airliner (162/365)

Jet Airliner - Steve Miller Band: At the car dealership getting work done on Dale, my almost one year old Mustang GT. SMB comes over the speakers playing this song and I want to jam-out, but I'm in public. Instead, I decide to get nitrogen in my tires, like a "big ol' jet airliner".



Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's tryin' to make me stay
You know I've got to be movin' on

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Lovin' Arms (161/365)

Lovin' Arms - The Wood Brothers: I like these lyrics, "But what if he's got slippery hands?" They're cool, bold, and so human. The music is tight, like the siblings that made it. I just know Loaded will become a favorite. Definitely one of the best CDs I've heard this year.
To listen to Lovin' Arms click here.

And you've got a good mind to pray
They say it's all part of his plan,
But what if he's got slippery hands?


Monday, May 5, 2008

Riding With The King (160/365)

Riding With The King - John Hiatt: First fell in love with Hiatt after hearing RWTK. That voice! Dave played it for me and I just couldn't get enough. Although I've never been a huge fan of The King, I feel His influence ripple through most of the bands that I adore.


I dreamed I did a good job and I got well paid
Blew it all at the penny arcade
A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll
I guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl.

On a TWA to the promised land.
Every woman, child and man
Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring.
Don't you know you're riding with the king?

He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier,
He's gonna check us all on out of here.
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled.
Any kinda pill.

Get on a TWA to the promised land.
Everybody clap your hands.
And don't you just love the way that he sings?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding with the king.
Don't you know we're riding with the king?

A tuxedo and shiny 335.
You can see it in his face, the blue never lie.
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings.
And don't you know we're riding with the king?

I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old
With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold.
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die.

Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Riding, you're riding with the king.
You're riding, you're riding with the king.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Do You Remember? (159/365)

Do You Remember? - Jack Johnson: Jack's music is like an audio Prozac. I mean this positively. There's something so soothing about his sound. Imagine the "painted on flowers" girl, how pissed she might be at first and then completely taken by him. Or at least I fantasize her to be.

Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do, it was some time in early September
You were lazy about it, you made me wait around
I was so crazy about you I didn’t mind

So I was late for class, I locked my bike to yours
It wasn’t hard to find, you painted flowers on it
I guess that I was afraid that if you rolled away
You might not roll back my direction real soon

Well I was crazy about you then and now
The craziest thing of all is over ten years have gone by
And you’re still mine, we’re locked in time
Let’s Rewind

Do you remember when we first moved in together?
The piano took up the living room
You played me boogie-woogie I played you love songs
You’d say we’re playing house now you still say we are

We built our getaway up in a tree we found
We felt so far away but we were still in town
Now I remember watching that old tree burn down
I took a picture that I don’t like to look at

Well all these times they come and go
And alone don’t seem so long
Over ten years have gone by
We can’t rewind, we’re locked in time
But you’re still mine
Do you remember?

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Chet Baker (158/365)

Chet Baker - Randall Bramblett Band: First time I heard this song, RBB was playing it live in front of my eyes. It was so cool that I ran out and bought their Thin Places CD during intermission. It was Hayden's first rock concert, but I'm not sure he got it.


Chet Baker walked out of a window
left a trail of blue notes hanging in the air so sweet
and a checkered suit lying on a foreign street

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

The Guide (157/365)

The Guide - Borne: Here's an idea. Actually it's more of an experiment. If every groom sung this song to his bride on their wedding day, then lived by these words, I wonder how dramatically the divorce rate would drop. It's worth a try. Unless you got something better.

For once in my life I see
Pure love staring right back
Right back at me
At me

I played you a sweet song and you sang,
You sang along.
In your heart, your eyes and soul,
Soul.

You are my angel.
You are my diamond.
You are my guiding light,
Yeah.

I've seen the future.
I've been to the bottom,
But you keep my head above,
Above.

You are my Jesus,
You are my savior,
You are all that is love,
Yeah.

You''re all that is love
You're all that is love
You're all that is love

You are my diamond.
You are my angel.
You are my guiding light,
Yeah.

You're my guiding light

Monday, April 28, 2008

Oh Daddy (156/365)


Oh Daddy - Adrian Belew: Mr. Music Head defines the summer of 1989. Albert was really into Adrian so we went to see the concert. If only I'd believed what he was trying to tell me about Mr. Wonderful that night. It could've saved my heart from so much break.

Watch Adrian and his daughter...

Well, don't hold your breath 'cause it'll make you blue
but the whole opera's not over yet
and I aim to make the fat lady sweat

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Chapel of Love (155/365)

Chapel of Love - The Dixie Cups: The church was deserted when we arrived. This wedding had already been postponed twice; once to illness, then due a family death. And now? The groom changed his mind the night before. Is there any crime more publicly humiliating than altar-dumping? Nice timing Mr. X-Groom.

Spring is here, th-e-e sky is blue, whoa-oh-oh
Birds all sing as if they knew
Today's the day we'll say "I do"
And we'll never be lonely anymore because we're

Goin' to the chapel
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Goin' to the chapel
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Gee, I really love you
And we're gonna get ma-a-arried
Goin' to the chapel of love

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Deeds of a Few (154/365)

Deeds of a Few- Donna The Buffalo: The Cakalacky Film Festival last weekend screened Mountain Top Removal. A real eye-opener; corporate America reaching new highs (or is it lows?) in the RAPING of our mountains. Imagine completely leveling a mountain top just to obtain cheaper(?) coal. A needless mastectomy at everyones' expense.

All the children made to suffer
For the deeds of a few
The masters of war are reconvening
Their greasy chins dropping up and down
Weaving justification
For murder on the ground.

Deeds Of A Few:

A Different Kind of War:

Friday, April 25, 2008

Alison (153/365)

Alison - Elvis Costello: If you're remotely near my age, then you probably have a story or two that could easily use Alison as its film score. Alison still makes my heart beat faster, maybe its just my fascination with Costello's amazing ironic abilities or is there something more?

Well I see you've got a husband now.
Did he leave your pretty fingers lying
In the wedding cake?
You used to hold him right in your hand.
I'll bet he took all he could take.

Great acoustic version...

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Alpha Male and the Canine Mystery Blood (152/365)

"The iPod? You don't walk into a cake shop and stick your finger in the middle of a cake and take a piece out. It's bad manners."
- Elvis Costello


Alpha Male and the Canine Mystery Blood - Tommy Womack: I miss those days when friends used to make me mixed-tapes. If Tom were making a tape for me today, he would probably tuck Alpha Male in between something by Neko Case and a slightly obscure Elvis Costello tune, no offense Elvis, but mixed-tapes rock.

"I bet their name was Menstrual Blood, and the A&R guy said, ‘That’s no good. Make it Mystery, and we can target a broader-based, goth, dog-lover market.”
- Tommy Womack

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Extraordinary (151/365)

Extraordinary - Joel Plaskett: Addictions can be funny things. If you're not careful, pretty soon you're shaking when you can't get your daily fix. Some songs have that hold on me, casting their spell, wooing me, begging to played over again. Shouldn't they be labeled with Habit Forming warnings?

I was doing 140 in my SUV,
Cruising with my girl,
It was twenty past three,
I was talking about changing my cell phone plan,
When my girl says "Baby you're a boy you're not a man,"

You're not extraordinary, extraordinary,
Baby if you wanna be out of the ordinary,
You don't need technology .

Saturday, April 19, 2008

My Old Friend (150/365)

My Old Friend - John Hiatt: Cathy and I don't have a shared history with this song, but after a long hiatus, this tune is running through my head. She's even prettier than she was back then. Our conversations feel like I've slipped into my favorite pair of jeans, so comforting.

My old friend
You make me feel young again
My old friend
You're just as pretty as you were back then
A Corvair with no floorboards, a Gibson Hummingbird
Driving south to the mouth of the riversong
Patchouli oil and motor oil
And you knew all the words

Friday, April 18, 2008

That's Why I Love You So (149/365)

That's Why I Love You So - Donna Duncan: Driving south on Providence, this song comes on WSGE, I'm thinking it sounds a lot like new Bonnie Raitt, but Cliff capers me. It's actually new music by Donna Duncan, a fellow Charlottean. Definitely need to catch her at the Double Door Inn next weekend.

Click here to listen...then click on That's Why I Love You So:

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Margaritaville (148/365)

Margaritaville -Jimmy Buffet: Imagining Hell... Margaritaville on auto-repeat blaring over crackly speakers. Then again, I might already be there, with Buffet's bodyguard as my one next-door neighbor and the other a huge ParrotHead, who plays Buffet 78% of the time, there's no escaping. "Wasting away again in Torture-aritaville."

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Invisible Man (147/365)

Invisible Man - Joe Jackson: Never dreamed I'd be cool in the eyes of my teenagers, but somehow am. Three nights ago, Cullen came to me and asked could he load "that Invisible Man song" onto his iPod. "Mom," he proclaimed, "for an old person, you've got good musical taste."

I used to own this town
Now I'm watching you
Now it's my turn
Now I'm made of mist
Will you know
When you've been kissed
Can't touch the Invisible Man
Can't stop the Invisible Man
Now I'm almost free

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald (146/365)

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon Lightfoot: Headed to Canada in my parents faux-paneled station wagon, it wasn't difficult to find this song on the radio-dial the Summer of 1976. And that's where I'll always be whenever I hear this, Greg and I sitting so close I could smell his sweet sweat.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Bring That Thing (145/365)

Harry Manx - Bring That Thing: Harry plays with such passion, turning his guitar onto his lap. I guarantee if you love the Blues (like I do) this song will become a fever inside of you... climbing, mounting, until the only sound will be his harmonica completely taking over your mind.

Watch by clicking here.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Money (144/365)

Money - Pink Floyd: Long before "Yuppie" was coined to describe the money-grabbing, BMW-driving youth of the 80's, there was Money (1973). When I'm about to make a frivolous purchase, this tune $ound$ in my head, causing a wrestling match between my inner sensible-self and an ugly spoiled brat.

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and youre okay.
Money, its a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think Ill buy me a football team.

Watch Pink Floyd Live:

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Waiting Song (143/365)

Waiting Song - Theresa Sokyrka: This week I know a lot of people that are waiting; waiting for good news, waiting for the love of their lives, waiting to start Chemo, waiting for the MRI results... just waiting. This song seemed so appropriate to sum all of that waiting up.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Radio Radio (142/365)

Radio Radio - Elvis Costello: One of those songs that stays in my head all the time. I can be doing the laundry and suddenly, boom, it just pops in and settles there for the day. Listening to the actual tune only makes me crave it more. A favorite line...

I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver
when the switch broke 'cause it's old


Friday, April 4, 2008

Freckle Song (141/365)

Freckle Song - Chuck Prophet: Got addicted to this song from Cliff Anderson at WSGE. It appeals to me 'cause my hair's usually "in a mess" and I like a guy that appreciates that. Plus this song is very danceable with nice background vocals. Come on get up and dance.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Elvis Rules

Yes. I'm still around. And Yes I still plan on writing more on this blog. Now that Summer is over I can get back into the groove.

For inspiration I saw Elvis Costello and Steve Nieve in concert last night.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Yellow Moon (140/365)

Yellow Moon - The Neville Brothers: This CD is a favorite Summer disc. Aaron Neville's voice puts chills down my spine. I was single and living downtown when this disc came out. Suddenly a flash of memory; walking along the beach at night with friends, Yellow Moon playing in my mind.

Click to hear Yellow Moon with a very special guest.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Boys Are Back In Town (139/365)

Boys Are Back In Town - Thin Lizzy: Hearing this transports me back to the summer of 1976. I think it was REO's LP and although I don't recall any of the other songs, this one is enough. Swooning over guitar licks! The lyrics were especially perfect for a girl with four brothers.

Friday night they'll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino's bar and grill
The drink will flow and blood will spill
If the boys want to fight, you'd better let them

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song
The nights are getting warmer, it wont be long
It wont be long till summer comes
Now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Out On The Weekend (138/365)

Out On The Weekend - Neil Young: Final LP from my magnificent seven collection, Harvest is difficult to write about. What it has meant to me... impossible to dissolve into words. Whatever I pen would never give it any justice. Its musical imprint is deeply etched like the grooves of well-worn vinyl.

Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up

Take it down to L.A.
Find a place to call my own and try to fix up.
Start a brand new day.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Sweet Baby James (137/365)

Sweet Baby James- James Taylor: What a great sing-a-long. Like honey, this song just seems to flow sweet from his mouth. Its a lovely cowboy lullaby that brought countless comfort to a certain teenager during the late 70's. Of all the concerts I've seen, Taylor's show remains one of my favorites.

There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Father and Son (136/365)

Father and Son - Cat Stevens: This tune held all my angst and the truth that one day I thought I'd find. Of all the LP's from my youth, this one maybe the most important. It got me through 7th grade. Besides Harvest, I believe it was my most played Album.

Its not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.


Monday, June 18, 2007

Hey Joe (135/365)

Hey Joe - Jimi Hendrix: There is something so primal about Jimi. He set the stage for me musically, creating a tough standard. He was the first musician that I experienced who just didn't sing as he played, he put his Everything into it. And damn what a guitar player.

Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?
I'm gonna shoot my baby, I caught her messin' round with another man
and that ain't too cool.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

I Feel The Earth Move (134/365)

I Feel The Earth Move - Carole King: Hairbrushes please, it is bedroom concert time. One benefit from my sister's wedding was Ricky. Ricky was my future brother-in -law's younger brother. I had a wild heart stopping crush on him. Luckily, he liked me back. And we spent lots of time together that year.

I feel the earth - move - under my feet
I feel the sky tum-b-ling down - tum-b-ling down
I feel my heart start to trem-b-ling -
Whenever you're around

Saturday, June 16, 2007

No Time (133/365)

No Time - The Guess Who: Another song from my magnificent seven LP collection, this song summed up what I believed were my mother's feelings toward me that year. Busy planning my sister Meg's wedding there was no time left for me. Woe was my young teenage self, lonely and neglected.


No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Let It Be (132/365)

Let It Be - The Beatles: Like a prayer, it has carried me through some rough times. When I didn't know what else to do, I just simply "let it be" and grace took over. Let It Be was my first Beatles LP and is part of My Magnificent Seven Collection.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

My Magnificent Seven (131/365)

My Magnificent Seven: When I was in seventh grade, my mom and sister Meg were planning her wedding. Feeling ignored and lonely, Meg gave me her old stereo. REO and Meg each gave me a few of their old LP's. These seven pieces of vinyl became my salvation.

The Beatles - Let It Be
The Guess Who - American Woman

Carole King - Tapestry
Jimi Hendrix Experience - Smash Hits
Cat Stevens - Tea For The Tillerman

James Taylor - Sweet Baby James
Neil Young - Harvest