Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Craigslist Ads And the New Wave Songs That Love Them #11

I'll Get A Doctor To Take A Picture

You're the cute Asian girl with the fringed brown boots, short skirt, and dyed blonde hair.

I'm the guy in the Banarama T-shirt from the #6 bus who talked about your tattoos.

I'm sure it was just an accident (maybe you transposed some numbers), but you seem to have given me the wrong number.

I've been thinking of you non-stop and can't wait to get together so I can photograph your tats and show you my sword! :)

Maybe if you're up for it, we can eat sushi off each other's bodies too.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

A Drunkard's Dream If I Ever Did See One

RIP Levon Helm

The pride of Turkey Scratch, Arkansas died this afternoon at age 71 of cancer.

Helm was an integral part of the Hawks and the Band, playing what would eventually be called Americana. But it hardly mattered what you called his mixture of folk, country, R&B, and Rock -- what mattered was the voice and the music.

May the Midgnight Rambles continue.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Continuing the Trend

Money for Rope

From the Let It Be sessions, the Beatles doing "Gimme Some Truth":

And the finished version from John Lennon's Imagine album a couple years later:

And here's a Beatles attempt at a Paul McCartney song:

And McCartney's version from Ram:

And, while we're at it:

And a cover by Billy Preston (who played on the Beatles version):

And George Harrison's version from 1970 (the visuals are a bit over-the-top on this one):

And finally a snippet from 2000 (in the same garden with the same gnomes):

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

All My Little Plans and Schemes

Compare and Contrast

While I'm on a John Lennon kick, here are three versions of his song "Real Love" (originally "Real Life").

This is an early demo that appeared on the John Lennon Anthology collection:

And here's a more polished acoustic guitar version from the Imagine movie (1988):

And here's the version the surviving Beatles tarted up for the Beatles Anthology project in 1995:

Monday, April 16, 2012

God is a Concept

Just watched this again...

Remarkable doesn't even begin to describe this record...

Part 1 has embedding disabled, but it's here.

Part 2 is here:

And the bonus features are here.

Friday, April 13, 2012

For All You Cranky Old Men

With Or Without Your Sense of Humor

Piss & shit & midwives.

You make the call.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

They're Ready to Go Now...

I think to myself...

The French girl sighs.

And you think French girls always sigh.

But not this one.

This one keeps her sighs internal. She hides them, doling them out only late at night, when no one is around.

She catches herself, looks around to make sure no one saw.

You bury yourself in the book, not wanting to reveal yourself. Not thinking the time is right.

But the French girl knows something is different. She can sense a ripple in the warmth from a thousand yards. She knows when things will happen before they do.

And she sees things. Things no one else can see.

Well, almost no one.

And you smile to yourself, knowing you can see these things too. Not all the time, maybe not even most of the time. But you see them.

Your mind fast-forwards decades and you wonder what she'll be like when she's old. Will she slip up then and let the sighs be heard? Will her grey hair still shimmer in the sunlight? Will she remember all those years earlier that you were behind her in the coffee shop, that you noticed her, smelled her shampoo, and dreamed of Paris.

Will she figure out how you realized she was French or will it remain forever a mystery?

You catch yourself daydreaming. And you scold yourself. You shouldn't be so lost in your imagination.

Or should you? Isn't that where she is? Lost in your imagination?

Or maybe lost in her own imagination. Eating quietly. Observing carefully. Thinking deeply.

And you think to yourself that you should go.

So you gather your belongings and you get up.

And there she is. As if by magic.

The French girl stands right next to you.

And she slowly starts to smile.

And you think to yourself of dark sacred nights. And smile back

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Where That Place Used To Be

You know it's not there anymore, right?

Hang around anywhere long enough and you start giving directions that refer to things that aren't there anymore.

This is particularly bad in Los Angeles.

I still give directions that refer to landmarks that shut down 12 years ago.

Which is helpful to those who have a history here.

But more and more we don't.

When I went back to my hometown, I did the "what-used-to-be tour."

And wondered if the kids growing up now will have the same sense of nostalgia about the shit that's there now.