Excepting Alice

There's no Alice's Restaurant, but plenty of other shenanigans with Arlo Guthrie and the Muppets.

As you might expect.

We Can Change The World

I'm reading the new Graham Nash autobiography Wild Tales: A Rock & Roll Life on Kindle. There's a lot of multimedia included, so when he talks about the first song he sang with David Crosby and Stephen Stills, you can actually hear it.

It's cool sometimes to live in the future.

So from 42 years ago, here's Graham Nash:

Fifty

Always 17

Our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow

The woman in this song, who was 17 in 1961, would be almost 70 today.

Or if she was 17 when Harry Chapin died, she'd be nearly 50.

So there's that...

George Harrison Hated This

Maybe it's not the original, but the harmonies are damn nice.

Clicks and Pups

We'll Stay Away From Crowds With Signs That Say No Dogs Allowed...

In an alternate universe, this blog would be called Clicks and Pups and would be filled with songs and stories about puppies.

Which, come to think of it, doesn't sound half bad...



No... not bad at all.

Brokenhearted Toys You Play With

Compare and contrast:



and

You've Got No Place To Go

This.

Because.

Sliding into Obscurity, Two Feet At a Time

Do You Understand Me Now?

She walked into the room like she owned the joint.

Long legs, high heels, big hair.

Looked around to see who was there. She always looked around first.

Then she spotted a place. Checked her reflection in the window. Walked quickly and confidently over the table.

And plopped herself down.

Waited there. Watching. Biding her time.

Not anxious. Not eager. Disinterested, but eyes always on the door.

Always aware of who came in. And who went out.

She'd say later it was a skill of hers. A constant awareness without seeming to look.

And people approached, but she'd wave them off before they could even say anything.

Back then it worked. Back then, they were interested. Back then, invisibility was something she had to work hard to achieve.

These days, it's different. The awareness is still there.

But there's no one to wave off.

And yet her eyes keep that same look. Disinterested.

Even though that's no longer how she feels.

Armistice Day

Veteran's Day.

Used to be Armistice Day. On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

Used to be on November 11.

Made a Monday holiday starting in 1971. Switched back to November 11th in 1978. (Conveniently on a Monday this year for the best of both worlds.)

And yes, it means something.

And no, it doesn't mean supporting war.

And yes, there's a lot of things that are horrible about war. Many, many things.

But we'll leave those for another time.

For now, we honor those who served.

I Know When To Stay In And Get Things Done

It's Not Really Words, It's Just the Power To Talk

I love this song more than words can express.

So on days when everything seems to go south, maybe it's just the thing I need to hear.

Rock Stars Pretending To Be Other Rock Stars

Alternate Reality Version

Fountains of Wayne as the Hollies:

So... Courage

This is making me nervous...

An outtake from Peter Gabriel's 1986 album So. Not finished then, polished off and finished in the past year.

And Then There's This

A reader sent me this link, a nice follow-up to yesterday's BBC Bob Geldof/Live Aid doc:



The end cuts off, but you get the idea...

BBC Doc on Live Aid

This is fascinating...

Nymphs Are Dreaming

Please explain this song to me. Seriously.

Thanks in advance.

Dance On the Edge of the Dark

We Got the Radio On...

We need black and white.

And music.

And a lot of other things.

But for now, this will have to do.