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.
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This was just sent to me, and I was thinking that I used to play this song every night as it is one of the most requested songs in America.
But, just the other day, I was playing it here at home in my “music” room, and IF you think of what is happening now in the election…the American people watching their country die, and the “devil” being Obama and others, it gives the song a whole new meaning.
I once got reprimanded in a poetry class in college, because we were asked to interpret the meaning of a poem, and I insisted that it depended what kind of mood the person was in at the time.
It’s all in how you take it.
She got really mad….but I still stand by that reasoning.
Anyway, thanks to Tom Beebe for taking us all back…
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…..
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.
Wow. I HAVE been in a funk lately. This week I tore a hole in Rush Limbaugh, Obama, Glenn Beck, and let’s not forget the Pope. Okay. You could blame it on the weather. It’s been flooding here, and I have not been able to swim FOR A WHOLE WEEK! Doesn’t God realized that I wait the whole winter just for the moment when I can go swimming in his glorious sunshine? WTF is it with all this rain?
Is Moscow controlling our weather?
Okay. I can’t complain about God. While I wish understandably that I would win the Powerball so that I could buy my OWN pool, heated, ever ready, God always just sends me what he thinks I need. For instance….One Christmas I really needed exactly $1500.00. Part of that would go to Christmas presents for my son, part of it for medical expenses. And sure enough, God came through. While trying to get on the highway one day, one of those massive tractor trucks came zooming around the corner at about 50 MPH, and I was NOT about to get in front of that baby, so I stopped.
The lady behind me who was accelerating to get on the highway, ran right into the back of me. I’m sorry…I had to pick the lesser of the two evils…death by a 50-ton truck, or a fender bender. But hey! As I told her, “Last time I looked, in Missouri, if someone hits you from behind it’s THEIR fault.” (You can imagine how she reacted to that statement)
Thank you God.
And you all know I sometimes get carried away with my own gloom. I blame this on my mother, who woke up every single morning...depressed about the world. Talk about the cup half empty…to my mother there WAS no cup. She was pouring acid water filled with the dead souls of a million dead bumper baby regrets down a black hole, every single day. I’m surprised I even survived my childhood. To be fair, it wasn’t her fault. She had genetically inherited this gloom from her ancestors…and passed it on to me, and I’ve given it to my son.
Truly, it wasn’t our fault.
It’s a good think John and John Quincy had good jobs, THEIR sons did not even find a cup to climb into. And in that respect, I’ve been lucky. God has always thrown me a line.
I was getting so down after this last incident in Charleston, that I just had to get out today. So I put on my windbreaker, my worst tennis shoes, and sloshed through the rain. I had been trying to figure out how to get myself out of this funk, and then I read in a book that you must soar above yourself and see what’s ticks you off…to recognizes your ‘push’ buttons…
Hey—have you listened to the news lately? OMG. Give me a cup to THROW at somebodies head! My buttons are pushed out. Do NOT reset them.
But…God came through just in time today: For some damn reason, on the bookshelf at my local library was a P.J. O’Rourke book: One dollar. What a bargain. And reading upon this, as I stood dripping from the rain… I came to this passage:
Consider it a God moment—if you please…humor me.
Let us, for the space of this book, quit worrying and go take a look at what we are worrying about. And let us take a look not only at the worry but at the place where the worry is happening, the context within which the worry occurs, and the people who are doing the worrisome thing or having done it to them. And let us keep in mind about these people that, whatever their language, culture, or religion, whatever peculiar thing they are wearing through their nose, whatever caliber item they have pointed at our head, they are people , too. They are just as dumb, stinky, and ridiculous as we are.
And worry itself is fairly pointless. Worrying is a futuristic matter. About that future, Sydney Smith said almost two centuries ago, “We know nothing of tomorrow: our business is to be good and happy today.” To worry is an act of sublime ignorance. However, we can guess a few truths on the subject. One is that the usual solutions proffered for the usual worries are usually wrong.
I love it when God talks to me. Combine this with the movie I just watched about James Brown, and he is downright being the God he always turns out to be. He gives me just what I need, when I need it.
And so, picture if you can…ME. Dancing and singing..”Get up off of that thing, Dance and you’ll feel better.”
And I did. And I DO! Maybe God wants me to make this a morning ritual. (Ya think?)
God bless James Brown, P.J.O’Rourke, and whatever power in the universe who keeps…filling my cup up when I just run out of gas.
Tell me he doesn’t exist, and I’ll show you WHY you should never mess with a hummingbird.
This is so typical. In this world there are SO many artists as talented as U2 and yet, as Joni Mitchell once said in a song, people pass them by. In a song called “He Played Real Good for Free” written long ago, Joni sang about this:
“Nobody stopped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never been on their TV, so they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony.
But the one man band, by the quick lunch stand, he played real good for free”
Notice how without their great PA system U2 sounds much like any other band on the street…it was only until everybody KNEW who they were, that they came over to listen.
So, support your favorite local band. Not all of them can be famous, but they are a lot cheaper to listen to.
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!