is there anything but music that can make you feel the way this makes you feel? or at least makes me feel...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
here's the lyrics. the music is sadder than the words. that's all i have to say.
Bed is for sleeping
Love is for making
And you know, love,
I am yours for the taking
My eyes are for seeing
The wind is for blowing
And you see, love,
I am yours for the knowing
And night is for dreaming
Sleep is for bedding
I will dream with you
The night of our wedding
You have a splinter
And I have a thimble
I will pull it in
With movements so nimble
And tears are for falling
Smiles are for breaking
Houses for burning
And kisses for faking
And where are you going ?
And why are you leaving ?
Left on a walkway
To swallow my grieving
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
as you know, i have better taste in music than you. it's true.
but this wasn't always the case.
i listened to extreme at one point. alot of van halen. now, van halen is good, but i listened well into the hagar years. unforgivable.
i listened to ALOT of bad music. but to misquote costello 'a few things that i regret, but nothing that i need to forget'.
then i met lucy. and for some reason she liked me.
and she made me mixed tapes.
and they changed the way i listened to music.
i would say a good 70% of the music i listen to now is indirectly linked to the tapes lucy made me.
the misfits, galaxy 500, the feelies, daniel johnston, early, early bob marley, wedding present, jonathan richman, sebadoh...SEBADOH!!!! jesus fucking christ! and those were on just one of the many tapes she made me!
i remember when we sent a summer apart she would send them. i would open the big brown envelope, stuffed with other oddities, and put the tape right in. ride around with it. it absolutely set me on the right course. it made me feel music much more deeply than i ever had. the music i heard sounded like what was going on in my head. not just musically, emotionally.
oh, the smiths! i barely knew the smiths before! she put 'there is a light that never goes out' on the 2nd tape! can you imagine! what a gift!
so, i want to say, publicly, to my soon to be ex-wife: thank you. thank you so much for the many gifts you've given me. i love you and will love you always. thank you, mostly, tho', for those wonderful tapes. they will be with me every step of the way.
Monday, March 10, 2008
i woke up with this line in my head today:
'i wish that i could push a button and talk in the past and not the present tense/
and watch this hurting feeling disappear like it was common sense'.
in another verse he substitutes 'loving' for 'hurting'.
Friday, March 7, 2008
bubble and scrape. check. blood on the tracks. yep. the magnificent defeat. yassir! even, i guess. all shook down (lucy, remember?) yeah yeah yeah. i need some social medicine.
why am i so into music? always have been. i remember lying in bed at night, tortured over wether i should be a springsteen fan or an alarm fan. springsteen won but i still have a soft spot in my heart for the alarm. still think they were better than u2. at least they knew when to call it quits. for a while. u2? 'achtung baby' should have been the last. brilliant album. their best.
and i rambled.
someone at work today asked me who sang 'cars'. please. don't insult me.
i told the same person bon jovi wrote 'loving every minute of it' . or is that 'lovin''. and did richie sambora co-write. damn, i'm slipping.
god, i loved the stray cats. they were the beginning. i still have my 12 inches and my english imports. ( yeah, ha ha, 12 inches. fucking peasants) remember 'storm the embassy'? mike posted it, i think. check it out.
i can hear music. sweet, sweet music.
can music save your mortal soul?
mortal soul? definitely. and what's heaven without music?
it's the empathy. i never really got it from a real live person. when westerberg sings 'the ones who love us best, are the ones we lay to rest, visit their graves on holidays at best', that speaks to my childhood grief more than any adult ever did. ever. because it's real, and it's not some bullshit consolation.
and elvis costello singing 'i want you'. fuck. fucking god fucking dammit. fuck you.
and 'you send me' for that matter.
and a song like 'social medicine' an afterthought, really. sigh.
i was gonna get to the point at some point. the wheels in my head need a little grease.
point is, music is the only way i can put things in place. i'm sad? 'the first cut is the deepest'. melancholy?'naive melody' . happy? uh, uh....joyride? i dunno, ask me later.
oh! i know! 'wouldn't it be nice' a happy song about being sad! or a sad song about being happy...yeah, that's it.
there's no point to this post. go listen to 'anyway' by the lemonheads off of their only good album 'lick'. that's the point.
give me the beat boys, free my soul.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
i posted pp arnolds version of this the other day, i know. bear with me.
yer old pal the feeb has been split from his wife for a year this month. sometimes he thinks of getting back out there. dating. dating? last time i went on a first date i was a very young man.
but i think about it, sher.
and i've been flirting a bit too. with this one girl. had breakfast with her. no, you perverts, not THAT kind of breakfast. same place, same time breakfast. there was a show, bus don't run this way very late, there was a couch...never mind, none of yer business.
so breakfast. nice. sausage and biscuits. things are going well, i think (tho' i have a history of not really knowing how it's going). and i hear him. cat. in my jukebox brain. the crimson and clover-esque picking. then...
'i would have given you all of my heart/but there's someone who's torn it apart/and she's taken almost all that i've got...'
and this is just breakfast!
but it's my problem. i get ahead of myself. i always see the ending.
did i mention she hates herzog and costello? why do i like that?
so her and my friend j. are gonna be at the limelight tonight. do i wanna go?
'i still want you by my side'...
oh yeah, you.
maybe i'll just stay in tonight. maybe listen to 'just about glad'.