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Sunday, December 9, 2007

Suffocate Me

I want love to come on down and suffocate me
Does it pain you to see
Someone enjoying your sad, fucked company
Get used to it honey
I’m going nowhere fast
This love is a slow burn killer like the cigarettes you have
In my lungs I’ll breathe it in
22 or 93 I’ll die of a broken heart disease
But you’re lucky you are getting no second hand effect
If you breathed it in maybe you would
Although pure, unfiltered it will burn you up fast
You can’t take this shit if your soul’s too black
Yeah, you can’t take this shit if you can’t give a little back

So let love come on down and suffocate me
Bury me in its avalanche to see who resuscitates me
Could be it’s all in vain but I don’t feel any shame

While I can’t breathe I wonder if it’s killing you
‘Cause you are all alone still and can do as you please
And I’m all alone to do the same
But I’m not afraid that you’ll change me into a stranger
If you love me it’ll be for me
And if I want you to stay awhile it won’t be to build you up to an image I see

Please, love fall down and suffocate me
Let’s enjoy the sad, fucked company

In The Womb

In the womb
Warm and safe
Why go forward
Where I’ll have no face
Just another number
Of the human race
Just another body
To participate
In this earthly disgrace

Bury me not in your coffin
Let me regress to the beginning
Innocence of thought
No social training
Love of my fellow man
No everyday killing in the name

Bury me not in your ideology
Going back is best for me
In the womb
Retreat from this mess

In the womb
Warm and safe
Where innocence still has a place

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Jeff Hanson - Jeff Hanson



I don't feel like writing much about this right now, but if you like Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens, or others in that vein I think you'll like Jeff Hanson. Give him a try.
Link in comments.

And from the biography section of http://www.jeffhanson.net:


Jeff Hanson's voice may be unique, but it has very little to do with the actual sound of it. Rather, the St. Paul, Minnesota singer-songwriter's musical vocabulary and songwriting prowess makes his oft-mentioned high voice seem like a moot point.

Hanson cut his teeth playing in Midwestern emo-rockers M.I.J., but opted to trade the Marshalls for Martins upon going solo. Jeff was signed to Olympia, Washington's influential Kill Rock Stars label based on a demo alone, to give you an idea of what kind of first impression the singer/songwriter leaves. His first solo album, 2003's critically acclaimed Son, followed, to almost unanimously glowing reviews.

While fan's of Son won't be disappointed to find any real departures on Jeff Hanson, they will be struck by the vast maturity the young songwriter has undergone since that album. No, he's not singing baritone now. But the new album's songs are more fleshed out than its predecessor, concentrated as ever on the craft of songwriting, sonically bolder, and more meticulously arranged. It also shows Hanson, having already paid his respect to his record collection, continuing to find his own songwriting voice.

Following in the tradition of great songwriters from John Lennon to Nick Drake, and great vocalists from the Everly Brothers to Simon & Garfunkel, Hanson's sweet falsetto and ear for melody distinguish each of the ten tracks on his new, self-titled album from any other artist. While reverent enough to leave telling footprints leading back to both the Beatles and Folkways legacies, Hanson's sound is all his own - he's just smart enough to have all the right influences.

You know those records where every track sounds like a dynamic first song or an epic last song? Albums you imagine were hard to sequence, because it's often difficult to front load an album of minor masterpieces? Albums on which every song catches you off guard? Albums that, even at close to an hour in length, breeze by like EPs? That's Jeff Hanson. Listen and hear for yourself.

Truth In The Symmetrical

This is from April/May of 2006. If I remember correctly someone at a Pearl Jam message board had the line "lacing the floor boards with what's uncertain" or part of that, and wanted to see what others would write. I ended up having this just spill out of me.

Truth In the Symmetrical

The moon shines through the curtain
Lacing the floor boards with what’s uncertain
Embroidering the carpet with a new illusion
And two bodies in a physical fusion
Searching for a heart beating in time
Looking for the truth in each symmetrical line
Of the form next to her tonight

If his mind can stay his body will follow
If he can drown, he’ll drown in her
She’s never been living in the shallow
And if he needs faith it can be her
She would never preach falsely to him
Her love is a knot that can’t be untied
He is not man enough for her he sighs
Insecurities can end a love before it begins
Devil on your shoulder, call it what you will, it’s a sin
Look for yourself with eyes wide open
Possibilities are endless with the answer to your question

And don’t you know if it started over she would love you again
She was told it’s not living without pain
He believes it in his heart -- a true solitary man
He’ll take the pain without the happiness of this woman
She knows that every side can be two-fold
They could grow together be happy and old

Searching for a heart beating in time
Looking for the truth in each symmetrical line
Of the form next to her tonight
If his mind can stay his body will follow
If he can drown, he’ll drown in her
She’ll be his life vest at each uncertain turn
Never waver, never change
Even caught within his moody ways

And she was told it’s not living without pain
He believes it in his heart -- a true solitary man
He can't find the truth in any symmetrical plan
No, he won't allow it
That's his kind of stance

Ideal Place Called Nowhere

Ideal Place Called Nowhere

Is this a waltz
A dance where we participate
Anticipate, estimate
I like you, you don’t like me
You like me, I don’t like you
A futile movement of a lifetime game
A feeling that puts me to shame
I walk away to avoid your pushing
But I’m not far, I’m within reaching distance
I need some faith, something to seal my compliance
I need some hate, something to be defiant
I’ve got nothing and I’ll like it
No telling how long it will take
But the best of it I’ll make

Love isn’t free no matter how much it’s said
Love isn’t blind because we can see
You would have to be blind to make that true
Love isn’t in your bed, love isn’t anywhere
It’s just in my head
An ideal place called nowhere
Just a place called nowhere

Nowhere is where I go
If I need to be wanted
Nowhere is what I need
After plunging my heart in the sea
Nowhere is cold, but that’s good
Because I’m dead to me
But seriously, my heart you see
It committed treason on me
It went and felt love when I was avoiding
The longing is just a way to show there is no belonging
I severed my ties to love a long time ago
Before I even needed hope for such a thing
I must have tripped over the severed ties
Because I fell in such a way I wouldn’t believe

Love isn’t free no matter how much it’s said
Love isn’t blind because we can see
You would have to be blind to make that true
Love isn’t in your bed, love isn’t anywhere
It’s just in my head
An ideal place called nowhere
Just a place called nowhere

I’ve got nothing and I’ll like it
I’ve got nothing and I’m gonna like it!!!
Yes, I am

Walking Contradiction

Another January 2006 contribution, but this was written before the last two posted.


Walking Contradiction

What’s one to do
What am I to think
I don’t pray
Yet I’m on my knees
And pleading

I work to slave
I work to save
Material not for me
Yet I’m buying
And dying

Walking contradiction
Of who I am
Here is my contrition
Try to be the best I can

Love the human race
But even I hate
Sometimes I don’t care
Yet I’m trying
And crying

Animal or man
Change the plans
I understand
Yet I’m confused
And teaching

Walking contradiction
Of who I am
Here is my contrition
Try to be the best I can

I don’t pray
Yet I’m on my knees
And pleading

Just a walking contradiction
Of who I am

Delirious

This was written the same day as the last piece posted.

Delirious

Swirling thoughts in your head
Go on keep dreaming
Let the colors dance behind your eyelids
When you sleep
I bet I could fall in deep
A fall so far it would hurt me
Since you don’t love me
I just wanted to feel
I just wanted you to feel

Grief never shows beauty
It doesn’t look good on me
Rage isn’t the best look for you
It leaves you lost in your solitude
And I didn’t want to be a burden
Tragic end at the final curtain
I just wanted to feel
I just wanted you to feel

I felt like a soul mate
I felt heart heavy
I was on a train to fate
Looking for a reason…for me

Love is misery
Love is hell
Love is free
Love is swell
Love is beating me
Everyday, everyway
Too bad I’m serious
In love, delirious

And when you sleep
I bet I could fall in deep
A fall so far it would hurt me
Since you don’t love me

I just wanted to feel
I just wanted you to feel

Ribcage

This is something short I wrote in January of 2006.

Ribcage

It’s your rib, rib, rib
My origin, my crib
It’s your rib, rib, rib
Existing to be solid
Oh, I should be thankful
Thankful for the lie

That one part your missing
We should fit like a glove
Receive like a message from above

My origin, my crib
Oh, I should be thankful
Thankful for the lie

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Streetcore - Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros




Joe Strummer. I think this man quite possibly embodies everything good in the world. It is too bad he went way too soon. And by being that embodiment, even with his flaws that we all have, he made some of the greatest music around. Whether it was with the 101'ers, The Clash, solo, or later in life with the Mescaleros. His music speaks to the very soul of me. Music of redemption, political and social consciousness, and music of fun. Check this album out. It was his last.

Link in comments. And remember to buy this as soon as you can.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Missing What I Never Had

Missing What I Never Had

I’m starting to miss
What I haven’t had
You know they tell me
Give it some time
It won’t be so bad
Yet it hurts
And it’s something I’ve never had
How can I miss
What you won’t give
How can I miss
What I haven’t lived

If I’d never seen the sun
Would I miss the light being gone
If I never had fun
Why would sadness make me feel alone

But I’m starting to miss
What I haven’t had
Ain’t one drug that can
Turn my mind back
Cause I’m missing
What I’ve never had

If there was no love
Why do I miss it so
Can anyone answer me

Oh, oh yeah
Oh, oh yeah
I’m starting to miss
What I haven’t had

Oh, oh yeah
And there’s not one damn drug
Can turn my mind back
Cause I’m missing
I’m missing so bad
I’m missing what I never had

Friday, November 9, 2007

Our Friend

Our Friend

Ever so often you go talking
Talking to anyone walking along
Who will listen now
And on your face you wear the look
The look of hate you couldn’t learn from a book
And hook, line, sinker
They are hooked

A smirk of stupidity
Disguises somehow insipidity
And you kiss the babies
Leaves them smiling
Go tell the family
He’s really our friend
The world could come to an end
But we’ll be here
He’s really our friend

Oh god damn, what a lie we live
Oh no, we drown in it
But he’s a friend
A true blue friend

Nuclear fall-out
End of life possibilities
Sacrifice
Become our vice
Oh, it’s taking a life
But we’ll be here
My friend makes it clear
Superiority you see
Jesus selected me
From sea to shining sea

And hook, line, sinker…

The world could come to an end
But we’ll be here
He’s really our friend

Searching Blind

Searching Blind

Heavy dose of you
Like death from above
I’m to serve you
You’re the only one
And I’m like you
Same flesh and blood

All of us take the drug
Think like we’re told
Opiate for the masses
Social structure, higher classes
Doesn’t bother, thoughts are sold
Same damn story is getting old

I’ve never seen a thing
All the words come from your friends?
Give me a sign, more than the clouds in the sky
Speak more than some prophet’s sigh
It’s coming closer the end of time
And with these eyes I’m searching blind
With this mind I’m searching high

All my friends tow that line
Sweet sedative of the mind
Greatest story of all-time
When the pill dissolves what will I find?

And with these eyes I’m searching blind
With this mind I’m searching high
Angel wings might let you fly
But they’re back ordered with halos in the sky

And with these eyes I’m searching blind
Don’t know what I’ll find
But I’ll take it with a grain of salt
That’s why…
I’m searching blind

And You

Let's just say reasons contributed to late 2005 being very productive.


And You

I’ve got a feeling you really ought to know
It’s got me mixed up, got me turned upside down
You don’t need to think when it obviously shows
Nothing like having your feelings unwound
You can't be wise and in love a good man expounds

And I can’t take it, no
I’m messed up and it shows
I can’t take it, no
I’m messed up and it shows
Yet I want you
I want to
I’m down and broke too
And you

You don’t show it, no
You won’t let me know
You don’t show it, no
You’re just not letting me know
But I want to
And you

What’s that they say?
Same thing as yesterday
Can’t have something that makes you feel alive
It’s not a faster way to heaven when you don’t want to die

(I guess…)
And I can’t take it, no
I’m messed up and it shows
I can’t just take it, no
I’m messed up and it shows
And you
You know you are, too

Thursday, November 8, 2007

The Peel Sessions



I don't think Billy Bragg needs an explanation. Great punk-rock, political, folk music from one of the best British musicians.

Link in comments.

Morning After

Another late 2005 composition.

Morning After

I wake up, stand up
I guess I went and grew up
Now I don’t love the world as much
It’s quite a mess
Spins crooked on its axis at best
But it can be okay it’s been happening for years
I’ve got to make a change can’t clean it with my tears
I do see you and wait for each morning after
Make an exception, let me in
Maybe we’ll write a new chapter
Before the world comes to an end

You decide what you want
Maybe let me be the first to know
I would like to see it each morning at its best
Under the stars with a good night’s rest
It’ll either work or it won’t
You’ve got to try to know if it don’t
In this world I’m sure as hell
You’ll need more than me for what’s going around
I’m waiting for you to tell
Say I’m the one to keep you above ground

Yeah, cause silence between us isn’t the way
It’s the loudest thing I’ll hear all my days
It’s to love or be loved that may be our saving grace
I don’t need to say it when it’s on my face
It’s not much better than a love note
With it’s colors, hearts, and paste
Too sentimental and it becomes a joke

But I know each morning after
I wake up, stand up
I guess I went and grew up
Now I don’t love the world as much
It’s quite a mess
Spins crooked on its axis at best

Yeah, it’s sandpaper and silk
Guess these things are built to spill
Out of me onto the paper
Maybe they won’t go to waste, yeah

Yeah, it’s sandpaper and silk
Guess these things are built to spill
Out of me onto the paper
Maybe they won’t go to waste, yeah

We’ll find out the morning after
Think we’ll find our morning after

Love Like Gasoline

I wrote this in late 2005 after having the chorus for about six months and no idea what I wanted to do with it.


Love Like Gasoline

You are contagious
You speak your truth
Life comes alive
It pushes me to feel
More than any religion this is real

It’s coming on, it’s coming on
It’s coming on fast and strong

Yeah
I’ve got a love like gasoline
It’s burning fast and true
I’ve got a love that’s obscene
Got the power to bring down this fool

We’ll drive the silver and cold from the night
Puncture the sky so the stars burn bright
Lay down here now because
You need to come to know
To push the past aside and find where happiness lies

It’s unlike any time before
Coming on so strong

Yeah
I’ve got a love like gasoline
It’s burning fast and true
I’ve got a love that’s obscene
Got the power to bring down this fool

5/05/05 Review of Cream 1 of 2

I was lucky enough to see Cream in 2005. Unfortunately, I was in London for only a few days. Anyway, I posted this somewhere else, and thought I would put it here as is from the day I wrote it. I might put my second review up sometime.


Here is my review of the first night I went to which was the third night of four concerts. I'll have the other review later. Internet Explorer has been driving me nuts lately, so I've been slowed down considerably all day on the computer which has taken away from time to write what I want to. Sorry for any typos, but I think I got all of them (and grammar mistakes). Or most of them at least.

Cream
London, England
Royal Albert Hall
5/05/05

01. I’m So Glad
02. Spoonful
03. Outside Woman Blues
04. Pressed Rat and Warthog
05. Sleepy Time Time
06. N.S.U.
07. Badge
08. Politician
09. Sweet Wine
10. Rollin’ & Tumblin’
11. Stormy Monday Blues
12. Deserted Cities of the Heart
13. Born Under a Bad Sign
14. We’re Going Wrong
15. Crossroads
16. Sitting on Top of the World
17. White Room
18. Toad
19. Sunshine of Your Love (encore)

Somehow, well thanks to the help of some great friends, I make it to London after what was the longest weekend of my life when I missed my flight. There is something about Clapton concerts and me that means a roadblock needs to be set in my way, but luckily it never stops me from getting to a show. I got to London the day of the Thursday concert, so I got to see London a little. But I was fretting over that night. All of my friends were going, and the ticket I once had was sold by a “friend.” As soon as I get out of the cab this guy asks if I need a ticket, and I tell him I do. He proceeds to try and find his friend for the next five or so minutes. He shows me the ticket and it’s 18th row on the floor on Eric’s side. And he wants 600 pounds!! I think I took that much with me. I get his price down to 375 pounds, but end up paying 390 pounds when I give him that much and he just asks, “Are we even?” I say sure because I really want my ticket. So the highest I’ve ever paid for a ticket goes to…Cream!! I wouldn’t have it any other way I suppose.

Okay, I have a problem about telling every single minute, so I’ll spare you all my anticipation of the show for the hour I was in the bar. But then it’s announced five minutes before Cream take the stage, and I get down to the floor and find my seat. Why it wasn’t lighted up by the light of the heavens I don’t know because it surely warranted it. I was really excited at this point and the smile that would seemingly need to be surgically removed from my face was in place. Showtime was just minutes away. I decide to talk to the guy next to me since we would be neighbors for the next two hours, but as soon as I ask him about it being his first Cream show he points up to my right and says, “Don’t you think that is David Crosby?” So I follow his gaze, and lo and behold it’s David Crosby! Either that or his Las Vegas impersonator was there to watch Cream. But he didn’t get more than a minute of my time because Cream were coming out onstage, and I needed to soak up every nanosecond of the next two hours.

“I’m So Glad” is such a fitting opener. I mean whether it’s people living on nostalgia or who are like me and were born 15 years too late to see Cream we were all for sure “so glad.” The applause was great, and I’m So Glad was very good. Immediately I noticed the band was a very cohesive unit and Jack was sounding better than I’ve ever known. I also hear this show was the best of the three nights (the two previous and the third), and I’m not surprised because it sure sounded like it to me even without hearing the previous shows.

Not only is Jack sounding great singing-wise, but also his bass playing is very solid, flowing freely, and just intense like his singing. “Spoonful” was outstanding to me. This was the best version of “Spoonful” I had ever heard up this point. It surpasses the boots and Wheels of Fire for me. I mean when Jack gets to the part, “They’re lying about it,” and just growls out the lyrics with amazing passion I don’t see how I couldn’t prefer that version. It sent chills down my spine, and I noticed I quickly looked around to see if anyone noticed how good that was. It’s definitely going to be one of those moments when I get the official cd and boots that will be rewound over and over so I can listen to that five seconds multiple times. Ginger is bringing the beat like only he can, and Eric was providing some very tasty guitar work, well, like only he can as well. I was only into the second song of the concert yet I knew this was going to be something beyond my expectations Gibson guitar or not.

“Outside Woman Blues” was magnificent. At this moment in my head I’m just thinking write, “Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” and it will sum up my feelings. But I’m going to spare you my cyber translation of my indescribable excitement and actually try to coherently put it down. Which I kind of just snuck in there anyway, didn’t I? This was an aggressive version and it has aged well. As a matter of fact I also prefer it to the versions of the past. Every time Eric would sing “outside women, too,” he would, I guess, squeak his voice. I have no idea how to describe that effectively, but God I love it way too much. I mean it’s just those little moments such as that, or Jack on Spoonful, or that protracted note that just make a show. I could listen to that over and over for the next week, and I doubt I would get tired of it. This song could very well be the highlight for me. Then again, I’m not sure. Richard asked me afterwards when we were with Susan and hanging out at the Hoop and Toy pub. I thought this song immediately, but “Spoonful,” “Crossroads,” “Born Under A Bad Sign,” and “Sunshine of Your Love” are all so excellent. The whole thing was so good it makes it difficult to choose.

“Pressed Rat and Warthog” was better than I expected. I must admit I was never a big fan of the song, but there is always something about hearing a song live that can change your mind. To see the interaction between Jack, Ginger, and Eric, and to know they were having a good time just contributed to my liking of this song. It was nice to hear it and see it performed. Of course afterwards we get the obligatory sales pitch from Ginger about how rat and warthog have set up outside selling Cream memorabilia which had the audience laughing. (I want a big smiley face here, but I can't fit in anymore smilies) lol

“Sleepy Time Time” follows next, and I never realized how good it was until I heard it live. I listen to all of the recordings of it differently now. Great harmony vocals and some nice guitar work. Just a solid performance.

“N.S.U.” was a real treat. First of all, I start laughing about the song’s influence. I’m wondering if everyone knows why I’m laughing. This performance makes me think of everything I’ve heard before this because the bass, guitar, and drumming were so strong. Great improvisation no matter how small compared to the past. Just seeing the guys really jam for three or four minutes on a great song is really fantastic and all the more better when you think that these guys can, and are, living up to their legendary status.

“Badge” was sounding so much more like the original, which I love! I mean “Badge” through the years has been great, but it has often been missing that bite and strength you get from the shorter version and maybe from not having the instruments played by people like Jack, Ginger, and Eric with his two companions by his side. Eric was really bringing a crunchier or ragged sounded and the vocals were exemplary. I guess right here I should say how much I love watching him play guitar. The way he just tilts his head or body back and you can see him feel every note he plays. It’s just something that helps prove to me why he’s my favorite guitarist. Anyway, and then to have “Badge” segue right into “Politician” was too good to be true. That was something I didn’t expect because I hadn’t read about it yet, and it just made the performance that much stronger. The song just laid down a real nice groove for the night, and I was enjoying it immensely.

“Sweet Wine” was one of the songs I wanted to hear when I was making up my fantasy setlist, and I wasn’t sure it would be heard. But there it was. I suppose it could have been better, but it was good nonetheless. It was funny because Jack got a little mixed up on the lyrics and it had Eric laughing which in turn had Ginger laughing. Once again seeing these guys feed off of each other and laughing onstage was really nice.

“Rollin’ and Tumblin’” was a nice blues rave-up with Jack on harmonica and no bass. The song was really movin’ at a nice pace, Jack was performing greatly with his voice and the harmonica, and Ginger kept it all together. I love the slide guitar work!

“Stormy Monday Blues” was a surprise when I read about it being on the setlist the first night. At first I was a little upset to see it, but after hearing it I couldn’t be upset about that at all. Well, that is unless it took “Tales of Brave Ulysses” place. If that’s the case I shall stay in the dark and not find that bit of information out. ;-) I still can’t understand why Eric thinks he is only an average singer at best. I prefer the singing on “Outside Woman Blues” more, obviously, but this song is another showcase of his strong, passionate singing. And the strongest part of this song is the guitar playing. Eric shows that he knows how to take that single bent note and just make the crowd crazy.

“Deserted Cities of the Heart” was sounding great, and “Born Under a Bad Sign” was excellent! This was another song that really highlighted Jack’s singing. He was just pounding the bass, growling the lyrics, and the guys were just really tearing this song up. . Best of all is when Jack sang, “big bad woman’s going carry me to my grave,” he said that he certainly hoped so. That was just a great moment that showcased how comfortable they were performing together for us. Plus, it was funny as hell. LOL

I started really enjoying “We’re Going Wrong” a few months before the reunion. That night the song had a really ominous presence and the tension that the band builds up throughout is phenomenal.

“Crossroads” was faster than we have been hearing from Eric for the many years he has been performing it since Cream. It still wasn’t like that one we all know and love, but the slow gait was gone with something really reminiscent of what I wanted to hear. It’s almost like “Crossroads” of 1968 and 1993’s HOF performance got together and had a baby -- that gives us “Crossroads” of 2005.

“Sitting On Top of the World” really has Jack and Ginger challenging Eric and they are really forceful and pull out another great performance. This goes into “White Room” which I wasn’t even sure I would ever hear live whether Eric or Cream to be honest. It was great to hear Eric singing the higher parts and also having him and Jack switch who sings the verses halfway through. It was very effective. The band was sounding just like the days of old. Eric had a great solo, a great groove from the band, and some awesome rhythm being laid down. The only thing I missed is the way Eric starts his solo since about 1990. He does that one long extended note that just kills me. I mean it’s one that makes the show worth all of the money and usually makes me cry from happiness like a big baby. But regardless the solo was still sweet.

I can’t believe Ginger will be 66 years old later this year and has arthritis! How in the world is this possible? He is the greatest drummer I’ve ever seen live. The groove, the swing, and the otherworldly beats -- they are all brought by Ginger like he could do this in his sleep. I mean first we have Jack and Eric playing along with Ginger on this really high-spirited intro with some great feedback from Eric, and then as they leave the stage Ginger just lights it up. The drum solo lasts near 7 minutes, maybe a minute shorter or a minute longer, and about halfway through it just gets really dirty and funkier. And those African beats! Aah, I’ve never enjoyed a drum solo so much in my life. It’s a shame Ginger is so underrated. Maybe it wouldn’t be the case so much if we just consider Cream, but his whole career after Cream is overlooked. He’s way too good to not be mentioned every time someone mentions John Bonham, Neil Peart, or whoever else. I’ll take Ginger any day. As a matter of fact from now on when people ask me who my fantasy band is instead of mixing all of my favorites together from other bands I think I’ll just be proud and true and say Cream.

So Jack and Eric return to the stage and the band takes their bow together to a standing ovation. After cheering while they are gone it is time to rush toward the stage! I could have been against the stage if I didn’t almost forget my purse and my friend’s jacket (which I was strictly told not to lose). What can you expect? I’m on a high from the concert. Jacket, all my money, my I.D. -- who cares! I end up being the third row standing in front of the stage on Eric’s side. If this geek in front of me doing the cheesiest air guitar and head-banging would have just moved over I could have been two steps closer. Ahem, if you are on this board I was joking. You play fantastic air guitar. ;-) It was amazing to be so extremely close. Granted, I did watch Eric most of the time. Surprise. Just to see the reactions on their faces while being so into the playing and being so cohesive. It was impressive. Eric’s solo was longer than it has been with his band, and it was excellent. It was just stretched out and amazing. Ginger was providing those African beats/groove that I love. Jack was laying down the bass to accentuate the groove of Ginger and the humbling guitar work provided by Eric. And I love when Eric faces the amp and lets the guitar feedback. The band just jams going along at a higher speed and lost within the music. I mean I was actually watching Cream onstage, jamming to Sunshine, while we (the audience) sang along on the chorus!!! Then before I knew it the concert had gone on for just a little over two hours. The band waved goodbye, and I had just witnessed quite possibly the best concert yet. It was simply amazing.

I may have some minor complaints about the show, but they are just that -- minor. My biggest complaint is that the audience on the floor doesn’t just get up most of the concert. I mean seeing Cream -- a legendary rock band -- makes me want to get up and move and watch and soak in every moment. I thought sitting down the majority of the concert was just a little non-invigorating. But I didn’t let it take from my great time. Cream was too good for that. This was definitely a night I could never forget. People can say whatever they want about Cream, but the band was tight. They were playing some of the best music that has ever been made, and they were playing it just as well and sometimes better than they did 37 years ago. For this 21 year old it was a dream come true.

For Emma, Forever Ago



So Justin Vernon's (Bon Iver) band breaks up, and he goes out to live in solitude for three-four months, and this album is produced. Layers, lushness, and a falsetto that hauntingly and effectively gives the feeling that you are there with him in isolation for a few months in the winter. This album is a great winter album, so it seems I'm posting it right on time. If you are looking for a new(er) artist with good lyrics and who is able to complete such a great atmosphere then Bon Iver is a person to check out.

If you want comparisons I cannot think of anyone right now. Just think singer-songwriter, indie-folk, winter days, etc.

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Arabic music

I fell in love with some Arabic songs while in Jordan, so before I left the country I bought two CDs and two cassette tapes. I hope to get the cassettes onto my computer, so then I can have them on CD as well. Anyway, when I got back I started searching for more Arabic music, and some I love while others I like or need to give more of a chance. I'm sure if my very, very limited Arabic was improved I would like some songs more. Then again that same very limited Arabic does not stop me from being addicted to some. Anyway, my search for Arabic songs led me to Turkish and Indian as well along with Middle Eastern influenced songs without Arabic or much Arabic in the songs. Yesterday I made a mix for some people of these songs. I could have included more, but I stopped myself at 18 songs. I tried to give a representation of the different music instead of using a few artists multiple times. Song titles and artists are below and check the comments for the link. I hope you enjoy some of the songs if not all of them.

Yalla - Arash
Asian Dub Foundation / Taa Deem Remix - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan & Michael Brook
Haq Ali Ali Haq - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan
El Allem Alla - Amr Diab
Army Remix - Omar Al-Abdallat
Salli Ala Muhammad - Yusuf Islam
1001 Nights (Extended Original Mix) - Back to Basics
Al-Urdon Abdullah - Bashar Al-Sarhan
Yal Urdonieyh - Bashar Al-Sarhan
Beirut - Jad Choueiri
Enshaallah - Latifa
Boyle Kahpedir Dunya - Gripin
Cok Kisa - Gripin
Al Muaallim - Sami Yusuf
Ya Rasulallah - Sami Yusuf
Sana Wara Sana - Nancy Ajram
Mosh Aiza Gherak Enta - Sherine
Soul's Journey - Leila

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Fourteen Autumsn and Fifteen Winters



This band can easily be described as the Scottish version of The National. The funny thing is this album has hooked me faster than The National. If you like The National you are sure to love The Twilight Sad. If you don't like The National, maybe there was just that something missing, then check out this group.

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Fancy Footwork



The title of this post is the name of one sweet album from this year. It is from the electrofunk group out of Montreal and NYC named Chromeo. I just happened to watch Jimmy Kimmel Live, which I rarely do, and I caught this band on there. I immediately liked the song "Bonafied Lovin' (Tough Guys)," so I had to check out the album. This album is good for your ears and your feet. Check it out, and if you like it support the artist.
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The places life takes you

Over the summer I had the great opportunity of going to Jordan. It was an amazing five weeks, and I learned a little Arabic, more about the Middle East, and had a chance to see so many wonderful sites. Seriously, you do not know how awe-inspiring Petra is until you have seen it, in person, with your own eyes. I could talk about the trip forever really. I have included a link to a video of pictures set to Oasis's "Let There Be Love." Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hP5QMFf59I0

The fans you're tugging in




Boat Man Love is a band from Denmark that incorporates blues and rock into their music. I first heard them when some friends and I were sharing songs of artists we hoped the other had not heard. I heard three songs -- one inspiring the title of this post, "The Man You're Tugging In." I immediately latched onto those three songs, but I did not know where to buy any albums. Well, my friend and his brother, the two who introduced me to the band, went to see them in concert. They surprised me by sending me Boat Man Love's album
Black on Blue. It is not as good as the three songs I first heard, but this album is a solid album. It continues to grow on me with more listens. One can definitely hear the influences of Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Johnny Cash, and other similar artists upon their music. Check out their myspace: http://www.myspace.com/httpwwwmyspacecomboatmanlove

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Friday, April 6, 2007

Karma Blue

I just wrote this, so it's a tentative set of lyrics as I could make changes naturally.

Karma Blue

Karma blue
All around you
Losing here, gaining there
You have become the most untrue

Karma blue
Reaching back to you
I here, “what goes around comes around”
Couldn’t be more true

Karma blue
I have lost my muse
Once a fountain of words
I now say few
Eyes wide open like a new born child
I now shut them tight just to make it through
Ears open to every sound
I want to hear the music of the profound

Karma blue forever
Lonely steps on the sidewalk
Echoing words every time I talk
The world is so massive
It’s just more time to be passive

Karma blue
I have lost my muse
Once a fountain of words
I now say few

Oh, karma blue
I feel it
Don’t you to?
Karma blue

Punch Line

I wrote this the beginning of last year after going through a rough patch with someone who had fast became one of my best friends, but the situation was even more complicated than that on all fronts and from both sides. I am not sure I should write about that here right now. Anyway, as always personal pain brings about something creative whether it's rubbish or brilliant.

Punch Line

Love, hate, anger, pain
Seems to be brought by the rain
Generosity starts to eat itself
The more we understand
The less we know ourselves
So here we stand
Naked and true
Testing the limits of what
We thought we knew

Sure there’s a joke here
You, me, and all that scares
Wonder who wrote the punch line
Wasn’t me
Can’t take the punch and feel fine
Maybe you
Cause you hit me hard
Didn’t seem to mind

I hit back after I was bruised
Doesn’t help if I feel used
Walk that line, no wrong motive
Fine with your sweet emotion
Must be wrong
Guess I want more
Tell me what I want
You know my mind more than I
Though I’ve known me my entire life

Now, here we stand
Naked and true
Testing the limits of what
We thought we knew

Take a little rain
Be stronger in the end

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Little Rock, Big Rock


The Who
Little Rock, AR
Alltel Arena
3/22/07

I Can't Explain
The Seeker
Anyway Anyhow Anywhere
Fragments
Who Are You
Behind Blue Eyes
Real Good Looking Boy
Sound Round
Pick Up The Peace
Endless Wire
We Got A Hit
They Made My Dream Come True
Mirror Door
Baba O'Riley
Eminence Front
A Man In A Purple Dress
Black Widow's Eyes
You Better You Bet
My Generation
Cry If You Want
Won't Get Fooled Again
Pinball Wizard
Amazing Journey / Sparks
See Me Feel Me / Listening To You
Tea And Theatre


I guess a little background before going into my concert review. I had to take a cab 50 miles from my town (I was home for spring break) to catch the Greyhound bus. From there it took me to Memphis, TN and then Little Rock. I got up with less than five hours of sleep to travel for six and a half hours. After getting to Little Rock I spent five hours checking out Little Rock mainly from the electric streetcar or at Clinton’s presidential library/museum before grabbing a bite to eat and a drink at the Underground Pub. Nice place, and I thought it fitting before The Who concert. I got to the venue a little late and decided to go to the merchandise stand. I missed most of the opening band, Rose Hill Drive, but they weren’t bad. So…

The Horrible Who was in full force. The band was hot. Roger was firing on all cylinders, and besides seeing through various moments of coughing, sipping tea excessively, et cetera one wouldn’t have known he was sick in my opinion. I had not seen the band live before, but Roger was all I expected and possibly more in a live setting. I can only imagine seeing him at 100%. Naturally, I’m saying this was one of the best concerts of my life up there with one of the Springsteen concerts I’ve been to among very few others.

From the opening of the concert with “I Can’t Explain” to the final, touching notes of “Tea and Theatre” I was experiencing history. One more show for easily one of the greatest bands ever was another past memory. It is just another notch in the belt of a fine band that has become an unstoppable duo backed by some great musicians who deserves kudos too.

Finally seeing The Who live has made me see, more than ever, that they leave their blood, sweat, and souls on that stage. Pete is simply a machine. A mad genius concocting his potion on stage in front of a captive audience of thousands. From the inward looking “The Seeker” to the big bang of “Won’t Get Fooled Again” Pete knows how to reel us in and take us on a wave of emotion. Almost all the new songs were equally as captivating, and even though my favorite songs from the new albums were played, except “It’s Not Enough,” I still believe they all sounded better live which really elevated the album for me. I’m listening to it with a new set of ears you could say. Not that I didn’t enjoy it before.

I have been accused of writing long reviews before, so I will cut it short here by saying the concert was all I expected and more. If I get the chance to see The Who live again soon along with some different songs live I’ll be all too lucky. One final note though. The Who crowds always sounds quite energetic to me, but I think Little Rock was especially so even more so considering it is Little Rock. I think the guys were touched by our appreciation, and I hope they were.

Although my night did not end with the concert thankfully. I had been to the Alltel Arena one other time and actually met an unknown band then just to tell them what I had thought of their show. I thought maybe it will be easy to meet The Who. I had to try. Behind the arena, which was fenced off, I waited hoping to see The Who and I met cutiger1984 (Eric) and his friend, Tyler. Great guys who I had a fun time with while waiting and hoping that we would meet Pete and Roger. A black car pulled up after waiting for a bit, and while the driver got out we could see Roger in the backseat sipping tea. Then he got out of the vehicle and made his way to the small group waiting. We were going nuts, and Roger was very kind. Eric had shown me his Endless Wire album that he brought with him, and since I had been traveling I had three Pete solo albums with me. I didn’t think to get my ticket or tour program out for Roger. So, here I am with Pete’s album All The Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes, and I ask Roger to sign it. He says something like, “I can’t sign Pete’s solo album,” after I apologize for having it for him to sign. I think I kind of beg, I can’t remember, and he signs the back of the cover art. I then asked for a hug, and he obliged ending the hug with “be lucky.” Very sweet guy he is. Naturally, we wait for Pete now. I mean I feel the stars are aligned. There is no way Roger will stop and Pete won’t. Time passed and I couldn’t tell you if it was five minutes or twenty minutes, but next Pete’s car came up to the gate, and we could see him in the backseat. At this point I’m 1000 times more excited than I was earlier. Of course, I mean no offense to Roger. Pete says something along the lines of “You all are waiting for me?” with a grin. A couple of autographs, and I then asked, as I said I would, if Eric, Tyler, and I could get a picture taken with him. Pete acts as if it is no problem at all and immediately sticks both of his arms out. I seriously call out that I get to stand next to Pete especially after Eric got to his left side. I know that is a complete fan girl moment, but I could not help myself. I guess my addition to the picture is not bad since I was running on a low amount of sleep, traveling all day, et cetera. But look at Pete! I’m so glad he looks thrilled in the picture. After this I’m going crazy and Eric is probably wondering how to get away from me! Then I realize I did not hug Pete! I wait and let everyone get their autographs, and then I go up to Pete and say something to the extent of, “I know I’m being selfish, but may I have a hug?” Pete says, “sure,” and steps forward with his arms outstretched! And success…I was hugging Pete. We were all on such a high. I said good bye to Eric and Tyler and heading to the bus station to prepare for my one hour wait in Little Rock, my four hour wait in Memphis, and my eight hour trip to get back to where my friend could pick me up. But it was worth it, and it probably goes without saying that I broke out into a huge smile randomly all day, and still do, like some weirdo.



My Confession

Just some lyrics I wrote back in September of 2005. So much of what I write is affected by what is going on in my life on a personal level. This one is no exception. I would love comments on whether on not this is good or bad. Music and recording will come some day. I have ideas for the music, but I'm not the best at composing music. I think I am much more talented at the lyrical end. However, I do play guitar. Though so badly, I should have no right to even mutter that last sentence.

My Confession

This has never happened before
The way I have hit the floor
Don’t want you thinking it happens often
No use in breaking my feelings down to nothin’
And it would be a mistake when you need a friend
You may need me to be more, so cast your sin
I’m not condescending to your faults
I’ve got mine too, out they sprawl
But who wants the perfection
It’s not real just airbrushed in
Or a ten second sound clip of the best imitation

We stay for the other thinking what to do
Like the train we wait for and miss, life could pass on through
But this feels good like something right if you haven’t surmised it yet
It could pass by like an evening sunset
Wouldn’t hurt us to try it
We know a sunset is a beautiful thing
So why do we miss it after each new day blooms
It will always be there that’s what we assume
So imagine just what this could bring
Whether you read it here or hear me sing
We all lose love whether it’s hatred, laziness, or the constraints of society
If I lose it all I want to know we tried together before the cards fell
You take the first step and it will help
Because I don’t want to fault myself for not trying
Though it may look like that I confess
I confess, I confess
Yes I do, yes I do
I do

This has never happened before
The way I have hit the floor