I am Music

I was wandering disconsolately around YouTube looking for something else and stumbled on Lionel Hampton, Louis Bellson, and Don Lamond duking it out on what seems to be the Tonight Show from the Steve Allen days (I'm guessing--the video is fuzzy).

Awesome stuff.

Cool that it's posted by someone with the handle "deadkennedysrock," too. :rolleyes:
 
Tzara said:
I was wandering disconsolately around YouTube looking for something else and stumbled on Lionel Hampton, Louis Bellson, and Don Lamond duking it out on what seems to be the Tonight Show from the Steve Allen days (I'm guessing--the video is fuzzy).

Awesome stuff.

Cool that it's posted by someone with the handle "deadkennedysrock," too. :rolleyes:


Nice clip
I always forget about Lionel Hampton until I hear him, then I want to buy everything he ever did.

I love the old Steve Allen show
He was a funny man

Every time I see your AV I want to say " Nuts to you, buddy" while wearing a Bogie hat and a trench coat.


He/she probably chose that name because "Beavis" was taken
 
Tzara said:
I was wandering disconsolately around YouTube looking for something else and stumbled on Lionel Hampton, Louis Bellson, and Don Lamond duking it out on what seems to be the Tonight Show from the Steve Allen days (I'm guessing--the video is fuzzy).

Awesome stuff.

Cool that it's posted by someone with the handle "deadkennedysrock," too. :rolleyes:

Don't you know there's a rule on the poetry forum that you're not allowed to have avs that make the moderators gag? :D
 
Angeline said:
Don't you know there's a rule on the poetry forum that you're not allowed to have avs that make the moderators gag? :D
Hey! That's a statue of Apollo, the most sunly of the Gods. Maybe he's feeling a bit peakèd after, oh, 2500 years. Like, give the guy a break.

Or not, as that seems already done. :rolleyes:
 
Ah, The Melvins. The band that rejected Kurt Cobain. Long gone from Montesano, WA, but still strange, just the same. They're kind of a low-budget Metallica.

The hair color is wrong, but otherwise I think of this as the "Bill Gates Eats Cake" vid.

Go read some poetry, people. Like, oh, Edna, fer example.

Piece.
 
Tzara said:
Ah, The Melvins. The band that rejected Kurt Cobain. Long gone from Montesano, WA, but still strange, just the same. They're kind of a low-budget Metallica.

The hair color is wrong, but otherwise I think of this as the "Bill Gates Eats Cake" vid.

Go read some poetry, people. Like, oh, Edna, fer example.

Piece.

Edna is my analyst's ancestor. Really. And I wasn't even trying to find a therapist with a poetry connection. It's my karma, I tell you.

I'm in a Los Lobos mood tonight. Their musical exhuberance goes well with my elation over the Red Sox beating the Yankees (so far). :)
 
Angeline said:
Edna is my analyst's ancestor. Really. And I wasn't even trying to find a therapist with a poetry connection. It's my karma, I tell you.

I'm in a Los Lobos mood tonight. Their musical exhuberance goes well with my elation over the Red Sox beating the Yankees (so far). :)
I, of course, have been mostly non consolable since my belovèd Mariners have, like, decided that September is "Lose Every Game Month!" It is an odd promotion, but one they seem determined to carry out. I don't understand how it sells tickets, but at least you can get good seats.

(Fill in your deity) bless you Soxie fans. Go kick some Yankee ass.

Meanwhile on the poetry front, here's our best known Edna. I gather her life was summat like that, er, this:
My candle burns at both ends;
.....It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
.....It gives a lovely light!​
 
Tzara said:
I, of course, have been mostly non consolable since my belovèd Mariners have, like, decided that September is "Lose Every Game Month!" It is an odd promotion, but one they seem determined to carry out. I don't understand how it sells tickets, but at least you can get good seats.

(Fill in your deity) bless you Soxie fans. Go kick some Yankee ass.

Meanwhile on the poetry front, here's our best known Edna. I gather her life was summat like that, er, this:
My candle burns at both ends;
.....It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--
.....It gives a lovely light!​

I read a book about Edna and Dorothy Parker (who also could be as earthy as she was cerebral, apparently) about six months ago. I had no idea Edna was such a high-living girl, but oh was she ever.

(Inning six and it's still 5-1. I only have to keep my fingers crossed for another hour or so.)
 
Angeline said:
I read a book about Edna and Dorothy Parker (who also could be as earthy as she was cerebral, apparently) about six months ago. I had no idea Edna was such a high-living girl, but oh was she ever.

(Inning six and it's still 5-1. I only have to keep my fingers crossed for another hour or so.)
Any Sox win helps our faint Northwestern hopes, so Godspeed or whatever an appopriate cheer might be.

Edna, from her Nancy Mitford biography, was kind of a wild child. I'm kind of pleased with that.
 
Tzara said:
Any Sox win helps our faint Northwestern hopes, so Godspeed or whatever an appopriate cheer might be.

Edna, from her Nancy Mitford biography, was kind of a wild child. I'm kind of pleased with that.

OK you baseball lovers,
here are the lyrics to Chuck Brodsky's "The Curse"

The Curse of the Billy Goat

"Billy Goat" Bill Sianis
Had box seats to game four
Of the '45 World Series
Cubs versus Detroit
One seat he would sit in
The other was for his kid
A goat by the name of Murphy
Who the Cubs had always admitted

That day an usher wouldn't let them
To their box at Wrigley Field
So directly to the owner
PK Wrigley he appealed
The answer came from Wrigley
It was final and succinct
He said there'd been a few complaints
Some people didn't like the stink

Sianis, he was livid
His face was turning blue
He went out past the turnstiles
Onto Waveland Avenue
The vendors on the sidewalk
Say he raised his arms up first
And with his hands above his head
They say he placed The Curse

Just then a cloud passed over
From the lake a chilly wind
Anybody within earshot
Woulda had goosebumps on their skin
The skeptics say baloney
The poets make up verse
60 some years later
They still blame it on the curse

Those two box seats bore witness
As the Tigers took the game
Like they would games five & seven
The Cubbies came up lame
Ol' Billy Goat Sianis
Got the last word, Holy Cow
He telegrammed Mr. Wrigley
Asked him “Who smells now?”

It stared at Leo Durocher
Stared right at his lip
And Leo stood there staring back
With his hands upon his hips
On the top step of the dugout
A cat the color of a hearse
They blew a nine game lead in '69
People say it was The Curse

They were playing for the pennant
In 1984
Against the San Diego Padres
They only had to win one more
To advance to the World Series
But they slipped into reverse
And when Durham flubbed a grounder
People blamed it on the curse

Most recently, 2003
And just five outs away
When a Cubs fan tried to catch a foul
While the ball was still in play
The lockers had been plasticised
But the bubble had just burst
The Marlins drank the champagne
People blamed it on The Curse

Just ask someone in Boston
How long it took to break
The Curse of the Bambino
With its annual heartache
And every time it happens
It just feels that much worse
They say there's always next year
And that might be the curse
**************
and a song about Richie Allen the Philllies outfielder....
 
I love this video. This is like my all-time favorite Rickie Lee Jones song. Hey! you may say, the performer here seems to be someone named Christine Collister, not Rickie Lee Jones, and she seems to be playing at Your Local Bar and Music Venue.

That's why I love this, actually.

Music, I think, lives not because we have some few and brilliant performers, but because there are a hell of a lot of people who love music enough that they want to perform in front of their peers. That would scare the fucking bejeesus out of me, but I, thank God, am not most people, and am certainly not the kind of person who becomes a performer.

So this. Not a bad performance. Not Rickie--very different vocal quality, for example--but not at all bad. I like it.

So enjoy, or not, or put me on ignore (I know I can be obnoxious), or whatever.

Happy New Equinox, pleople, almost. :)
 
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I really love Bruce Springsteen. He's a musician I think of as "also a poet," and he has grown so, both as musician and poet, over the years. I found this marvelous clip of Rosalita from 1975 just as Bruce and the E Street Band were starting to hit it big. Such a great song. I've seen Bruce live a bunch of times and he always introduced it as "the best song my mother says I ever wrote." Oh they all look so young, Bruce in a silly hat and Miami Steve "Silvio Dante" Van Zandt in that wild red suit (and a pretty silly hat, too). And Max Weinberg, now a middle-aged bandleader on Late Night with Conan O'Brian, looks like a college kid. Like my son, somewhat. :eek:

But what really struck me is how "New Jersey" they look and sound to me, how indicative of working class life in NJ shore towns (yknow like Asbury Park. If there were a soundtrack for my poem Boardwalk Life, this would be it. Or maybe Thunder Road.
 
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