We take for granted the miracle of the internet, and how now, we can just get on, and hear songs we used to have to buy the CD or album to hear.
We also take for granted the miracle of these great singers.
This is one of my very favorite Dolly Parton songs.
Nobody Flashes On a Sunday:
This is amazing, and it brings back memories of what a professional musician has to do when his instrument breaks down. Watch as the great B.B. King breaks a string, and goes right on with the song, while changing the string. Trust me, things can go wrong, and I STILL have nightmares: Like the P.A. system blows the fuse, your mike stops working and you don’t have a spare, a drum skin breaks, a drunk can spill a coke on your electric piano…one time I actually fell off the BACK of the stage..off the drum set! I jumped back up so fast, I only missed about 4 measures.
And it wasn’t exactly a short drop. I was sitting in for a song, (I think it was Proud Mary if I remember right) and the drummer before me had REALLY short legs. I kicked myself right off the balcony.
So, I really got a kick out of this.
Of course…notice that he didn’t have to go FIND the string, which means, B.B. had played so many gigs in his lifetime, you can bet that wasn’t the first time it had happened, and he was prepared.
I saw B.B. King once in a small club…when I was only 16. It was at a teen dance near the airport in St. Louis. There were only about 25 people there, and I remember it like yesterday.
B. B. King…what a voice. What a guitar player….What a consummate entertainer. He WAS the King of the blues.
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Okay. Not something I would have EVER thought I would see in my life,…and I wonder…how did I miss this?
What a great….way to get you charged up for Sunday: The William Tell Overture.
Here’s Glenn Campbell playing the theme on guitar.
I had to laugh at the orchestra…it’s hard for them to keep up. I bet they were glad when it was over. What do you think?
(Thanks to madmemere)
What can I say about Prince that I hasn’t been said?
WHY did he have to die in the elevator? Was he really a woman in a man’s body? Why didn’t we appreciate him more?
Okay. I never saw the man in concert, but you didn’t have to be a die-hard fan to admit that Prince had talent that exploded with every beat. To be a guitar player is one thing..BUT..do be able to move and dance and sing at the same time, well…there probably wasn’t any other artist that could do all three things at the same time as well as he did.
Come on…most ALL performers do NOT perform live anymore. They sing along to their “recording.” Their mikes are turned up when they speak, and most people are fooled.
But Prince was old school. Who knew he used to give concerts at his home? Gee…that would have been worth seeing.
Prince was first and foremost–a great entertainer. He wasn’t the BEST guitarist, or the BEST singer, but he stole everything he liked about music and put it into his own thing. The James Brown slips and screams….the Elvis outfits, the use of sex in every video. Smart.
But most importantly, he was truly an artist. “When Dove Cries” is poetic, and emotional, and written from the heart. Not to mention, he was great to dance to.
I heard him just a few weeks ago call up a morning show and talk to his reporter friend on the phone.. and he sounded like such a nice guy, and by everyone’s account…he was.
BUT…OMG…he was…a Jehovah Witness. Not exactly Obama material.
He said that one problem was that “people, especially young people, don’t have enough God in their lives.” (Amen to that.)
In the video above, I was glad to hear him talk about chem trails…a phenomenon that NOBODY is talking about anywhere.
Prince took whatever demons he had in his souls, and gave them out to the world…He MADE himself…a Prince—-.a prince surrounded by beautiful women.
What else is there to say? I feel a bit older tonight. When someone dies so young…it’s a reminder we all have just a short time here.
I searched for a video for “When Doves Cry” but all I could find was this:
Prince being…Prince….with LOTS of beautiful women.
The incredibly sad news that we lost this sweet, sweet guitar last week…among all the political hatred was a blow. Those of us who never saw the Eagles live (I saw them with Linda Ronstadt, but not when they became the Eagles) will forever know, that the only time I will be able to hear this classic guitar sound is on YouTube.
Glenn Frey. Dead at 67?
Not fair. Too young.
Sit back, turn off the lights, grab a beer, especially if you still have electric, and sink your sometimes tormented soul, once again…into the Hotel California.
He pretty much explained it all.
Okay, I can’t help myself. This is probably one of the meanest things I will ever write outside of politics.
David Bowie died, and like Charlie Sheen, some of us out in common sense land have NO idea why all the fuss.
He was a notorious drug addict, a sex addicted narcissist, who, like Obama, knew the right powerful people to become successful.
To me, his music sucked. First: His vocal range was short of middle C to maybe Bb. VERY limited. An elephant has more range.
His chords in all his music are so BORING and so repetitious you almost needed to be on drugs to listen to them.
His MAIN talent, was…inventing new looks for himself to keep him on the fashion pages, as the NEW bi-sexual, gay, no…womanizer, no…genius…oh look…he’s such a genius…
WHAT? In what? Even Andy Warhol had more talent and that’s not saying much.
No, he couldn’t sing, but neither could Bob Dylan, so I always turned his songs off whenever I heard them. Bob Dylan at least recorded some decent stuff, even though he couldn’t sing.
His music was to me…how can I say this: It was like waking up to a breakfast of eggs, filled with cigarette ashes. YUK.
It just goes to show you how far we have fallen to say someone is a ‘genius.’ From Beethoven, to Bowie. Really? REALLY?
Even some of the rap music is better.
To be fair, maybe he had some good songs and I never heard them because I hated the HITS he had so much, I stayed away from anything he ever wrote. Thank GOD I never had to sing or play him in all the forty years I was in music.
He made Donna Summers look like Bach.
Bowie…was a marketing genius. But genius musician? Uh….sorry.
Not in my Nobody Opinion.
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Not sure I was ready for this, but anything that is this creative and fun deserves to be passed around.
Not sure who they are, but I DO want to try that on the piano.
(Thanks to JR)
Just a good song, from the past…..
One of my favorite Beatles songs…remember them? (Okay, maybe not.)
I like these words, about how you can run into somebody after you’ve become a success and they used to think you were beneath them, and then all of a sudden…they are not.
“Why tell me why did you not treat me right? Love has a nasty habit of disappearing over night.”
Ha ha. Which one of the Beatles had this experience? And who among us cannot relate to it?
Let’s start the weekend with a bang shall we?
Okay..I admit…. I was a HUGE Beatles fan, and I never, EVER tire of this song. It wasn’t one of their hits, but it was so originally great.
John’s voice is raw—as much as I loved Paul’s voice, he could NEVER do this as well as John.
simply rock. Powerful. The words are meaningless, and then they hit you hard..like he’s putting some idiot down, and then says, “You can talk to me..If you’re lonely you can talk to me.”
The BASS lines are incredible, the guitar riff never gets old, and George Martin is simply a genius. Martin never got half the credit he deserved in my Nobody Opinion, and I like this version because it shows some pictures of him.
I think I might have posted this before, but it’s worth a second fun time.
(I love these guys.)
The most spastic singer from the sixties died today at age 70 of lung cancer. I never saw him live, but I love the way he tears the heck out of this song. He had the ultimate blues voice, but was really hard to watch….entertaining, but weird.
Leon Russell is really cool too. I have seen him a lot in concert…one of the best.
R.I.P. Joe. We STILL have your records!
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My brother sent me this one…because I played drums all those years, but I started at 18, this kid is just 3 years old! His name is Lyonya Shilovsky, and proud papa has taken the kid’s excellent ear…and there you go!
Little Lyonya really has a strong grip, and the drums rolls are nice and even.
AND, when he dropped his sticks he didn’t miss a beat, and he can scratch his face while following the song, and on top of that, he’s just so darn cute.
Okay. I’m in love.
Where creativity comes from. You can read all the neurology books you want, the latest research, and they STILL don’t know why some people are more creative than others. When they say robots are going to take over the world…think again. Do you really think a robot will be as creative as a human?
Only by transplant.
(Although, I wouldn’t mind replacing Joe Biden with one.)
I was watching a documentary on Jimi Henricks last night, and remembering that I once saw him onstage, perform this very song. He was amazing to watch.
Jimi Hendricks could not only play the guitar in his sleep, he was incredibly original–from his clothes to the sound of his feedback, he did it all HIS way. No other guitar players sounded like him.
I don’t know how many millions of people dropped acid when they went to see Jimmy, but I bet some of those people are running the country right now.
When Einstein said that imagination was worth more than knowledge, I think he was talking about creativity. If you ask the really creative people, they have no clue where their ideas come from, most will say, it just comes from out of the blue. And as you will hear, the planet needs them, more than ever.
I found this video today on Glenn Becks’ site, and I enjoyed it so VERY much…I wanted everyone to see it, and especially anyone who reads this blog.
Sir Ken Robinson gave this talk at a TED gathering in California, where lots of brilliant minds get together and do talks on most everything.
Ken talks about how creativity is being destroyed in all school systems all over the world, and he’s right.
He’s also extremely funny, creative, and just like Jimi Henrick, puts his thoughts into YOUR head, like nobody else does.
So, I hope you can find the twenty minutes of your life, which if you are like me, is a lot….and watch this guy…I did. And now, I’m a big fan.