December 1, 2012

Oh My God!

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep

One of the disadvantages of having a British wife is she rememnbers things like this.

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November 5, 2012

No More Lies

Neil Young, The Restless Consumer

"The restless consumer lies asleep in her hotel
with such an appetite for anything that sells"

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October 26, 2012

Don't Forget bout The Hood - Jasiri X

Jasiri X

Directed by Emmai Alaquiva, "Don't Forget About The Hood" illustrates how the issues of the poor and urban communities have been all but forgotten in this current election season, and wonders what happened to all of the energy and organizing that took place in the wake of the tragic murder of Trayvon Martin.

"Don't Forget About the Hood" was produced in collaboration with http://hoodievote.org with Da Ricanstrukta providing the powerful soundtrack

LYRICS
See cause we broke they forget about the hood
So when you vote don't forget about the hood
I ain't telling folks don't get up out the hood
just when you living good don't forget about the hood

Let's say we did it for the hood
Put on your fitted and you hood

I'm talking to the those you know that's living in the hood
that ain't getting what they should
we won't forget the hood

We the lost and forgotten called rotten so we tossed to the bottom
Let em tell it we the source of the problem
They call us gangbangers and illegals
Cane slangers of da evil
Like we the main danger to the people
So our issues don't get the same anger or treated equal
if you not one of them change raisers they don't see you
So the hood every week is ignored
Before these politicians speak to the poor they reach for the door
now voter ID is the norm
Police brutality's not reformed poverty's even more
Tens of thousands of human beings they still deport
And they made it a felony if you come back and get caught
We need to stop cheering for sides like its a sport
Vote for your self and your own hood time is short
Cause doing nothing ain't a option
Do something get it poppin
Real action over talking
The whole world is watching

So when you vote don't forget about the hood
Get out and vote but don't forget about the hood
I ain't telling folks don't get up out the hood
just when you living good don't forget about the hood

Let's say we did it for the hood
Put on your fitted and you hood

I'm talking to the those you know that's living in the hood
that ain't getting what they should
we won't forget the hood

Do we remember Trayvon or is the pain gone
Do we remain strong or did we move way on
Remember when we all had pictures in our hoods
Did we forget about the hood
Zimmerman's still free I don't know about you but it kills me
This murderer could be found not guilty
Remember how we organized fortified for the ride
Polarized but mobilized I thought it was so divine
What happened to that energy we need it now more than ever
Many people kept working I will not ignore their effort
Give voice to the voiceless that's why I record this message If you really for the hood for who or for what you reppin
That the million dollar question
Millionaires is who we follow but they hollow in they lessons
What's the point of a weapon pointed in the wrong the direction
If your hood is what you reppin how strong is your connection

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October 10, 2012

The "freedom to obey"

I have decided that this is the greatest rock and roll song. (For now.)

"Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell"

Green Day - 21st Century Breakdown

"Armstrong has described the album as a "snapshot of the era in which we live as we question and try to make sense of the selfish manipulation going on around us, whether it be the government, religion, media or frankly any form of authority""


Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero

21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969

My name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July

Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive

I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo

The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show

I swallowed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control

I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over from the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgment Day

I praise liberty
The "freedom to obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well don't cross the line

Oh dream, America, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn

Oh scream, America, scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons

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September 23, 2012

Best Ever

Coltrane's My Favorite Things, McCoy Tyner piano, Steve Davis on bass, Elvin Jones on drums:

(Happy Birthday)

1965, faster version:


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August 25, 2012

You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us

A long war far away (that one with a draft). Nixon campaign theme "Dems take your money and give it to black people."

Jefferson Airplane - House at Pooneil Corners - Manhattan Rooftop Concert (1968)

You and me, we keep walking around and we see all the bullshit around us...
You try and keep your mind on what's going down;
Cant help but see the rhinoceros around us....

Then you wonder what you can be, and you do what you can to get far and high...
And you know I'm still gonna need you around...
And you know I'm still gonna need you around....

You say it's healing, but nobody's feeling it;
Somebody's dealing, somebody's stealing,
And you say you don't see, and you don't;
You say you won't know and you won't, when it comes...

Everything, someday, will be gone except silence;
The earth will be quiet again...
Seas from clouds will wash off the ashes of violence
Left as the memory of men...
There will be no survivors, my friend.

Suddenly everyone will look surprised, stars spinning wheels in the skies,
Sun is scrambled in their eyes,
Circles like a vulture...

Some stood at the window and cried one tear;
I thought that would stop the war, but someone is killing me...
That's the last time I do think anymore;
Jelly and juice and bubbles, bubbles on the floor...

Castles on cliffs vanished, cliffs like heaps of rubbish
Seen from the stars, hour by hour, as splinters, scraps, and black powder.

From here to heaven is a scar,
Dead center, deep as death;
All the idiots have left... (All the idiots have left...)

Cows are almost cooing, turtle doves are mooing;
Which is why a Pooh is poohing in the sun...
Sun...

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March 17, 2012

Janelle Monae - Cold War

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Yikes!

The Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo on the Gong Show. 1976.

Buddy Hackett gave them a 6. Bill Bixby game them a 10.

Here they are with a 1985 live version of 'Who Do You Want To Be':

And 'No One Lives Forever' at their Farewell concert: (Watch this one, awesome)

Entire Farewell Concert is here.

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January 19, 2012

Some Good Music

I saw some great local music the other day, and want to share it. I don't know the performers, but they are local and how good is this?

Scott Beynon, singing Sitting On The Edge Of The World:

Go see the rest of the videos (all from my iPhone 4 or my wife's 4S), at How Good Is This? Marty Atkinson, Katy Boyd, Scott Beynon.

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December 24, 2011

Homo for the Holidays - "Born this Way"

Just wow:

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December 19, 2011

American OccuPie (Video)

Really, really good:

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October 30, 2011

Another Dedicated To #ows

Absolute must hear this: The Haunted Windchimes, A Ballad Of Human Progress:


Ballad of Human Progress
(I. Lujan)

There's an old country road, leads to a river
An old wooden fence, surrounds all the sinners
Who stand by their graves
wonderin' what they done wrong
There's a train whistle blowing
Across a fiery dessert
In search for the New Land
There treacherous weather
Is headin' for the mountain
To preach a brand new way

And it's full of politicians, bankers and lawyers
A fast talking man, been armed to destroy us
And keep us from the truth
Consume, consume, consume.

Lies, lies
Don't believe them, don't believe them

and westward the head
Ravaging the villages
They burn all the dead
Their world is for the privileged
And you're not one of them
You're just a number

So they came up with races, boarders and fences
And job occupations, and classifications
Their aimed to conquer, divide, divide, divide

Lies, lies
Don't believe them, don't believe them

We're just one race, one color, one number
We're just one man, one father, one mother
We must unite, before they take our lives

..............................................

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October 29, 2011

Dedicated To #OWS

Rolling Stones: Play With Fire

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October 18, 2011

Occupy (We the 99) By Jasiri X


Occupy (We the 99) by Jasiri X

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Welcome To The Occupation

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September 10, 2011

Sing-Along-Song (updated)

Tar balls:

In honor of the song, here is SNL's "Schweddy Balls": (Note, Ben & Jerry's new flavor for a limited time)

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February 7, 2011

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.

Won't you help to sing
This songs of freedom-
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.
---
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fullfil the book.
Won't you have to sing
This songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.

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February 4, 2011

Whiter Shade

Look at this gem I discovered:

This is Gary Brooker's "other band" which I recorded at Club Riga in Southend-On-Sea, UK, on Dec. 11, 2010. In the band are: Gary Brooker, voice, piano and organ; Andy Fairweather Lowe, voice and guitar; Paul Beavis, drums Dave Bronze, bass and voice; Frank Mead, saxes, harmonicas, flute, percussion and vocal. That's CHRIS COPPING who performed with PROCOL HARUM and THE PARAMOUNTS on organ. This of course was a huge hit for PROCOL HARUM

And then I cam e across this:

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March 13, 2010

Julie's House

Leo Kottke:

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March 4, 2010

Communist In The White House!

The House of Substance: A Nut:

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November 29, 2009

My Heart Is Full Of The Pain Of Disco

So I roam in London, Paris, New York, San Francisco.

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October 10, 2009

Dhoom 2

Has anyone else seen Dhoom 2? We just rented it from Netflix... Amazing. The world is a lot bigger than most Americans think it is.

Update - Here's a bit of what I was talking about:

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August 24, 2009

Newstalgia

This is an awesome site: Newstalgia.

This is old clips, sound and video. Things like 1947 Claude Pepper on Meet the Press or Pink Floyd in 1967.

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June 11, 2009

Too Big To Fail

I went and saw the Austin Lounge Lizards tonite. If you EVER get the chance to go see them...

They have an actual music video out now, Too Big To Fail:

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April 23, 2009

Speaking Of Violent Right Wingers

While we're on the subject of violent right wingers, I think "Take The Skinheads Bowling" is a candidate for the worst song for getting stuck in the head. Can't get rid of it.

And since it's in mine, here's a gift for you:


This cover is good, too:

And this:

And, to calm you back down:

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January 9, 2009

Max's New Song

New song from Max. He doesn't like people being appointed to the Senate because they come from certain families.

Max and the Marginalized: Date With Dynasty and scroll down to click the player button.

Lyrics:

Date With Dynasty

So the chattering classes said it's said and done, and this time they're probably right
Opportunity knocks and then it's ring and run, and disappear into the night
And I don't have a finger to point right out but I think it would be a mistake
To march in the order of the monarchy to the top of the Empire State

Honoring a legacy, long before I came to be
When birthright meets opportunity
You've got a date with dynasty
You've got a date with dynasty

And they said consecration was dead and gone, it's safe to say they were wrong
And they sang out a sun-soaked symphony but someone stopped singing along
So don't get me wrong, I think it all goes down with the best of intentions at hand
Oh what a concept, the purpose of process has turned up in desperate demand

Tell me just what happened to, hearing out two points of view
I know that isn't the life for you, but who's got the time with so much else to do
And that's why saints and royalty are better left to history
Be them, kings and queens or Kennedys
You've got a date with dynasty
You've got a date with dynasty

What good is entitlement, absent some accomplishment
Or maybe some shred of evidence, of some kind of semblance of interest
I guess we'll never take a leave of silly old ideas like these
In this land of opportunity
You've got a date with dynasty
You've got a date with dynasty
There's nothing quite like a legacy
You've got a date with dynasty

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November 18, 2008

The Company Takes What The Company Wants

The candy store paupers lie to the share holders
They're crossing their fingers they pay the truth makers
The balance sheet is breaking up the sky
So Im caught at the junction still waiting for medicine
The sweat of my brow keeps on feeding the engine

Midnight Oil

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November 2, 2008

Hounds Again

I like this so much I'm posting it again.

Hounds:


Hounds

We’re saying what we’re saying, do what you’re going to do with it
A slur or a slaying, we’ve got nothing to do with it
You can phone in contrition, Hollywood Listerine
Wash you mouth with detergent, your hands will never get that clean

‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds

Derringers, Berettas, old movie Tommy guns
To finish up a vendetta that you’re going to leave undone
No court would convict you, I’ll hold you responsible
For an uptick in tension or worse, something far more demonstrable

‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds

‘Cause when they call out the hounds there’s no calling them back
So duck your head out of bounds and brace for attack
Long after it’s over, the odor will still stick around
In a faint ugly echo from when you called out the hounds

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November 1, 2008

Now listen to this, and I'll tell you about the heartache

Some call it heavenly in its brilliance.
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.

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October 25, 2008

Hounds

This is one of my favorites from Max and the Marginalized: Hounds. Go read the story of this song.

Max does a song each week, and posts it. He feels that this way his music is current and meaningful.


It still takes a caller to call out the hounds. Wow. He nails it. Watch the video to see what I mean.

Lyrics:

Hounds

We're saying what we're saying, do what you're going to do with it
A slur or a slaying, we've got nothing to do with it
You can phone in contrition, Hollywood Listerine
Wash you mouth with detergent, your hands will never get that clean

'Cause when they call out the hounds there's no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds

Derringers, Berettas, old movie Tommy guns
To finish up a vendetta that you're going to leave undone
No court would convict you, I'll hold you responsible
For an uptick in tension or worse, something far more demonstrable

'Cause when they call out the hounds there's no calling them back
Without blood on their mouths or a corpse on their backs
And I can hear all the howls for miles around
But it still takes a caller to call out the hounds

'Cause when they call out the hounds there's no calling them back
So duck your head out of bounds and brace for attack
Long after it's over, the odor will still stick around
In a faint ugly echo from when you called out the hounds

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October 12, 2008

Hey, Sarah Palin

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July 30, 2008

We Can't Make It Here Anymore

By James McMurtry

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

That big ol' building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna set there till they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can't make it here anymore

High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

And that's how it is
That's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you're listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore

Another version:

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July 24, 2008

Max and the Marginalized

I'm becoming a bigger and bigger fan of Max and the Marginalized.

We are a political band in Los Angeles. We write and record a new song every week (as of this writing we’ve been doing this for 32 weeks straight), always about something that week which we find worthy of our protestations.
Go see some videos here.

My current favorite:

Another:

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July 5, 2008

Try To Remember Peace

I'm listening to Neil Young's album Living With War. I think it is one of the greatest albums ever. (Note - I often say that about albums I am listening to at the time, but this one is one you must listen to.) You can hear it and updated versions of it streamed here: LIVING WITH WAR TODAY

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May 30, 2008

Do It Live

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May 4, 2008

Sun Ra!

Over at Eschaton they're watching SUN RA!!!

Some of you know that Sun Ra is the official Arkestra from Mars of Seeing the Forest. So the vision is spreading!

And for fun, Pink Elephants:

Now that you have been introduced, here's Sun Ra: (Sun Ra was not born. Sun Ra arrived.)

Beautiful, beautiful.


Part 2:

part 3:

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May 2, 2008

Teflon John (McCain)

Here's Teflon John from Max and the Marginalized

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April 20, 2008

Now That We Know They Knew

New song from max and the Marginalized. Go listen to Max and the Marginalized: Now That We Know That They Knew

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April 19, 2008

Chimes of Freedom

1963?, Bob Dylan

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Another version

And, of course, the Byrds:

And check this one out:


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April 4, 2008

Don't change before the empire falls

Lady, you keep asking why he likes you. How come?
Wonder why he wants more if he's just had some.
Boys, she's got more to play with in the way of toys.
Lady's eyes go off and on with a finger full of glue,
Lips are drawn upon her face in come-to-me tattoo.
Creamy suntan color that fades when she bathes.
Paper dresses catch on fire and you lose her in the haze.
Don't ever change lady, he likes you that way.
Because he just had his hair done and he wants to use your wig,
He's going off the drug thing cause his veins are getting big,
He wants to sell his paintings but the market is slow.
They're only paying him two grams now for a one-man abstract show.
Don't ever change people even if you can.
You are your own best toy to play with; remote control hands.
Made for each other. Made in Japan.
Woman with a greasy heart, automatic man.
Don't ever change people. Your face will hit the fan.
Don't ever change people even if you can.
Don't change before the empire falls.
You laugh so hard you crack the walls.

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January 9, 2008

Mike Huckabee Singing Beyond the Sea

For your musical entertainment:

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January 2, 2008

Benny Lava (Updated)

My loonie bun is fine, Benny Lava!

Update -

Nipple Song

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December 27, 2007

A couple days late...

I missed putting this up the other day, but it's still good. It's all good.

Robert Earl Keen- Merry Christmas From The Family

And, the Dixie Chicks:

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December 21, 2007

A Holiday Music Present

I came across this gem:

Earl Scruggs & The Byrds playing You Ain't Going Nowhere, from 1971

And while we're at it:

Leo Kottke - I Yell at Traffic & Don't Call Me Ray

That's amazing.

Oh, OK, Julie's House:


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December 5, 2007

Today's Housing Bubble Post - Tech Bubble

This is the story of part of my life:

h/t Big Picture

There's more ...

So the song got me thinking, and I found this. I never knew that the words in the song were also in chronological order!

Here is the video from that page:


And lots of people have made their own videos. There is a great full-screen one here.

Here is one:


The original:

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November 29, 2007

Australia - How Cool Is This?

Former Midnight Oil rocker Garrett named Australia's environment minister

Peter Garrett - the towering, baldheaded former singer of the disbanded Australian rock group Midnight Oil - continued his long, strange tour from pop star to politician Thursday when he was named Australia's environment minister.

With his wild dancing and strident voice, Garrett was one of Australia's most recognizable singers until his band broke up in 2002, after belting out politically charged hits for more than 25 years.

Garrett founded Midnight Oil when he was a law student in 1973, but the semi-punk rock group did not achieve global fame until its 1987 track "Beds are Burning" - a protest song about Aboriginal land rights in Australia.

Live version:

And another great one:

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November 21, 2007

Lives In The Balance

Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names

They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

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November 18, 2007

Your Time Is Tick Tick Ticking Away

From Down With Tyranny:

David from the Art of Mental Warfare teamed up with Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails to present "Warning." The project takes on the covert interests behind the war and our media saturated society. From war crimes to the destruction of the environment and a celebrity-obsessed culture, "The Warning" is a clarion call to action for an apathetic nation."

The Art of Mental Warfare

Some say it was a warning
Some say it was a sign
I was standing right there
When it came down from the sky
The way it spoke to us
You felt it from inside
Said it was up to us
Up to us to decide

You've become a virus
killing off his host
We've been watching you with all of our eyes
And what you seem to value most

So much potential
Or so we used to say
Your greed, self importance, and your arrogance
You piss it all away

We heard her cry
We've come to intervene
You will change your ways and you will make amends
Or we will wipe this place clean

Your time is tick-tick-ticking away

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November 7, 2007

Obama Girl vs Giuliani Girl

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October 30, 2007

Clear Channel Stations WOn't Play Sprinsteen Because Not Conservative

What happens when you let a few big corproations control all the media outlets?

DownWithTyranny! CLEAR CHANNEL, REPUBLICAN PROPAGANDA NETWORK, OUT TO KILL SPRINGSTEEN'S MAGIC?,

Republican radio network Clear Channel, a monopoly in many cities and a dominant player in most of the rest, isn't interested. Is it because Springsteen has been an outspoken campaigner for Democrats and progressives? Clear Channel has taken a political stand with its programming in the past. Just think back to their boycott of the Dixie Chicks. Oh, no... not way back, just back to when they released their most recent album. Despite being one of the top 10 best-selling American albums of the year-- across all genres and demographics-- radio studiously ignored it. There were maybe half a dozen country stations that even played it at all. What Clear Channel did to the Dixie Chicks is a watertight case for the need to break the media companies up into a thousand pieces. (John Sununu disagrees; he's pro-censorship.) I spoke with an old friend who heads a record company and preferred to speak off the record.

"When you have artists like the Dixie Chicks and Bruce Springsteen who have overtly spoken out against this Administration, they are taken to task in spite the clear and undeniable indications from the marketplace that people want to hear their music. What seems to be happening-- if sales are any kind of a barometer of what the marketplace is-- is that these politically-connected radio networks like Clear Channel are not looking to succeed as radio stations as much as pushing forward some political agenda.

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September 2, 2007

A Musical Diversion

Betty Boop Minnie the Moocher with Cab Calloway


And a bonus: Reefer Man


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July 16, 2007

Two Heads

You want two heads on you body
And you've got two mirrors in your hand.
Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stick
and your nose is too small for this land.

Inside your head is your town
inside your room your jail
inside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,
the only key to your bail

Want two heads on your body
and you've got two mirrors in your hand

Two heads can be put together.
And you can fill both your feet with sand.
Noone will know you've gutted your mind
but what will you do with your bloody hands?
Your lions are fighting with chairs,
your arms are incredibly fat;
Your women are tired of dying alive
if you've had any women at that.

Wearing your comb like an ax in your head
List'ning for signs of life;
Children are sucking on stone and lead
And chasing their hoops with a knife;
New breasts and jewels for the girl,
Keep them polished and shining;
Put a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,
For no child of mine. (Go to Coda)



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June 29, 2007

Money

Is money bad for us?

We were talking - about the love that's gone so cold and the people, Who gain the world and lose their soul.

Sometimes I wonder, is music better when it is done for art and not for sales or popularity?

Are bloggers better because they aren't doing it for the money? Does a deadline make you regurgitate conventional wisdoms, or hopes of a paycheck douse the passion and anger?

How much have we lost to today's worship of "market forces?" Have we lost our souls?

We were talking about the space between us all and people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion never glimpse the truth then it's far too late when they pass away

We were talking
about the love we all could share
When we find it
to try our best to hold it there
with our love, with our love
we could save the world
if they only knew

Try to realize it's all within yourself
no one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
and life flows on within you and without you

We were talking
about the love that's gone so cold
and the people who gain the world
and lose their soul
They don't know, they can't see
Are you one of them

When you've seen beyond yourself
then you may find
peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come
when you see we're all one
and life flows on within you and without you

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June 15, 2007

Now I Find the Wind is Blowing Time Into My Heart

I have always been a fan of the 60's British rock group The Yardbirds. This band pioneered a lot of the British "psychedelic" rock scene and included at various times Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck. (How many of you know that Led Zeppelin was originally named The New Yardbirds?)

My wife grew up in London and used to go see the Yardbirds perform. I only got to go to Woodstock.

ANYway, last year (oops, 2003) some of them got together and put out an album called Birdland. I've been listening to it, and it is turning into listening to it over and over. It is a great album and if you remember the Yardbirds I suggest giving it a listen. It has some great new material and excellent versions of some of the classics. John "Gypie" Mayo is great on guitar and there are "guest appearances" from Brian May, Steve Vai, Joe Satriani, Slash, and Jeff Beck. And there is awesome harmonica playing by Alan Glen.

Follow this Amazon link to hear samples:

The title line is a lyric from the song Still I'm Sad.

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January 29, 2007

Try To Remember Peace

I am coming to think that Neil Young's Living With War is one of the great albums. I've been listening to it over and over today.

I think there's a new mix of it up for listening, with videos and a lot of other stuff at LIVING WITH WAR TODAY.

Here is his MySpace page with more streaming.

LivingWithWar.jpg

While you're at it, take a look (and listen) at Songs of the Times.

No More Lies!

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December 8, 2006

There Are Lives In The Balance

I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

-- Jackson Browne

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November 7, 2006

Iggy?

I'm sorry, but did I just see a Cadillac commercial with music by Iggy Pop?

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September 6, 2006

Tune for Today -- Have You Had Enough

Throw the rascals out.

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August 26, 2006

Free Music Downloads and MP3s

I was looking around the web today for music and thought I’d tell you about some of the stuff I found.

From Mike Crawford’s site, Links to Tens of Thousands of Legal Music Downloads,

You don't need to worry about getting sued by the Recording Industry Association of America or arrested by the FBI if you download legal music. Many independent and unsigned musicians offer downloads of their music in hopes of attracting more fans.
Some of the sites he lists include:
Jamendo - Open Your Ears
Ogg Frog Free Music Torrents - Bit Torrent downloads of Creative Commons-licensed music.
Trotch - Music is Timeless. The Music Business is Not.
Asian Classical Music in MP3 Format
Public Domain 4U - Best in Public Domain MP3s
kahvi collective - sound has the power to make the world a better place
micromusic - (I'm not sure how to describe it -- Mike)
Unsigned Band Web - We are a music portal featuring artists from all genres and all nations!
Motagator Music - Cajun, Zydeco, Folk, Roots and Blues music
ACIDplanet - your world of music
There’s lots more at his site, so go take a look.

I usually prefer independent artists to the commercial stuff, so I looked around and found a few sites, like GarageBand.com. Also take a look at ArtistGigs.com, ArtistLaunch.com and AudioStreet.net.

Meanwhile, MTV has a free music download site. Artist Direct Free Music Download MP3 looks OK and keeps a featured download list.

Leave a comment and lt me know about other places and good bands that you know about.

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August 24, 2006

Come And Get Me Out Of Here

Are there any other Oingo Boingo fans out there? Come 'n get me out of here.


OK - that's enough YouTube for today...

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Hendrix

Wow. Nothing else to say.

I saw him at Woodstock...

And of course, this:

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August 12, 2006

Musical Saw Festival

One of my favorite things about Santa Cruz is the music. The radio, the clubs and just on the street...

So today I'm in Santa Cruz for a bit, and walking down the street I come across this: (sorry, cell-phone pic)

SawLg.jpg

It's a musical saw gathering in front of the statue of saw-player(and labor organizer) Tom Scribner. They're in town for a festival.

Researching this post I learned that,

Tom had been a logger, and a labor organizer for the Industrial Workers of the World (aka the Wobblies). The Wobblies were active from 1905 to WWI, and their aim was to organize unskilled workers all over the world into "One Big Union". "Solidarity Forever" was their slogan. He also editied a local newspaper called "The Redwood Ripsaw" during the 60's.

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July 26, 2006

Brothers and Sisters?

If you were there, you know he didn't say "Brothers and Sisters"

My formative years... Ann Arbor... Who else remembers what he said? Discuss.

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