I am Music

[Tathagata]

Call me a purist, but I prefer this version.

Aw heck, I just totally adore Fats Waller. How can you not love a guy who writes songs like This Joint is Jumpin and Your Feets Too Big?

One never knows, do one?

(That's really cute that you sing Ain't Misbehavin to L. Kinda reminds me of my dad reading me Damon Runyan at my bedtime.)

PS Manny rawks.

I sing " Lazybones" too
she laughs at that for some reason

I like anyone named " Fats"

Man these announcers on TBS are like listening to fuckin paint dry

 

[Angeline]

I sing " Lazybones" too
she laughs at that for some reason

I like anyone named " Fats"

Man these announcers on TBS are like listening to fuckin paint dry

I know! I am totally spoiled for Remdawg.

More Fats:

All That Meat and No Potatos (Ever hear this one? It's a great song, and the video is perfect for it.)

Fat and Greasy (One of my favorites by Fats--too bad I can't find a clip of him singing it).

 

[Tathagata]

hehehehehehehehe


Riverdance

 

[unpredictablebijou]

hehehehehehehehe


Riverdance

That is one of the signs of the final apocalypse, you know. Revelations 12:42-46: And behold, I witnessed the angel Michael Flatley open the fifth seal, and from the pit emerged the 144,000 homunculi in great rows like unto massed armies, and a great music of pipes was heard upon the face of the earth, and lo, the trampling of humanity under their feet was cause for lamentation."

or something like that.

Angeline, All that Meat and its video killed me. That was just what I needed today to remember what's important. Bones. That's it.

bj

 

[Angeline]

That is one of the signs of the final apocalypse, you know. Revelations 12:42-46: And behold, I witnessed the angel Michael Flatley open the fifth seal, and from the pit emerged the 144,000 homunculi in great rows like unto massed armies, and a great music of pipes was heard upon the face of the earth, and lo, the trampling of humanity under their feet was cause for lamentation."

or something like that.

Angeline, All that Meat and its video killed me. That was just what I needed today to remember what's important. Bones. That's it.

bj

I love the song, but the video killed me. It's a perfect match for that song, isn't it?

I just realized I said the exact thing back to you. Oh boy. Too many carbs at dinner, methinks.

 

[Angeline]

hehehehehehehehe


Riverdance

You didn't tell me you went to a family reunion last summer.

 

[Angeline]

Two more reasons to love jazz

Louis Jordan!

Five Guys Named Moe

Buzz Me

Wham! Sam!

Jimmy Rushing! (one of the great--mostly forgotten--jazz shouters)

Take Me Back, Baby

I Left My Baby

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And finally, a philosophical question: Is this a poem? I think maybe so, but what do I know? Like Tath, I'm only a monkey. :raised eyebrow emote:

 

[Tathagata]

That is one of the signs of the final apocalypse, you know. Revelations 12:42-46: And behold, I witnessed the angel Michael Flatley open the fifth seal, and from the pit emerged the 144,000 homunculi in great rows like unto massed armies, and a great music of pipes was heard upon the face of the earth, and lo, the trampling of humanity under their feet was cause for lamentation."

or something like that.

Angeline, All that Meat and its video killed me. That was just what I needed today to remember what's important. Bones. That's it.

bj

I think Michael Flately was a sign of the end of days
my daughter BEGGED for that video, and I bought it, of course, thinking she'd soak up some Irish culture.
Ugh
The dancing was pretty good though

monkey were here before us, they'll be here after were gone
and I imagine once we've left them to their own devices they'll do a jig or two

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I think Michael Flately was a sign of the end of days
my daughter BEGGED for that video, and I bought it, of course, thinking she'd soak up some Irish culture.
Ugh
The dancing was pretty good though

monkey were here before us, they'll be here after were gone
and I imagine once we've left them to their own devices they'll do a jig or two

We named one of our annual fundraising events after him. We call it the Lord of the Pants Party. At the end of the evening, all the drunk chicks choose one of the men in the bar, generally the one who's been most obnoxious that night, to be that year's Lord of the Pants. He gets a set of horns and the right to be called Lord of the Pants all year, so whenever he comes into the bar he's greeted with women shouting "Hey, Lord of the Pants" at him.

so Michael Flatley has redeemed himself after all. The most recent Lord of the Pants party raised nearly $600 for the Kiva organization. Yay for cheesy, commercialized broadway style dance shows.

meanwhile here's some of the Real Stuff .

 

[FifthFlower]

Peter Blegvad

I just saw Knocked Up and now I'm in love with Peter Blegvad's Daughter. Not what I expected to happen.

 

[Tzara]

The Mingus Sextet plays the Duke, with a characteristically odd solo on bass clarinet by the wonderful Eric Dolphy. Dies in the middle (though after almost ten minutes), for unknown reasons.

 

[bluerains]

For Terry

vincent by donmclean.


Print: Don McLean - Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Lyrics print version

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...


my dear friend who has lost his wife to the bi-polar battle...
her choice was never meant to be....this burden in your soul....
may you find peace in love..."blue"

 

[Tzara]

It's Halloween

So here's Lee Morgan dressed up as Clifford Brown.




Uh, trick or treat.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Ray LaMontagne, "Empty", "Jolene"

Video, "Empty"
Video, "Jolene"

 

[Tzara]

Video, "Empty"
Video, "Jolene"

I really like these, DA. I really like them.

But they point out how differently we think. Or feel. Or encounter life.

I am launching meself here, based on that you have a quote from this guy's song in your sig and the, ah hum, general tenor of the "Jolene" clip (solo songwriter, yadda & c.).

Loved both clips, but 'specially the first with that beautiful pedal steel. And here's why I think we're different: I don't listen to the lyric. I know that's bad. Why the guy is singing. I know. I know. But I don't, not really. I listen to the sound. He's got a good sound, which is why I like him.

That doesn't mean I don't at all listen to the lyric. 'Course I do. But, frankly, not much. So if your point is poetry, I ain't your (or, I guess his) audience.



Hey. He doesn't say "Spo-CANE" in that first verse does he? I hope not. Where's this guy from, anyway?

 

[Angeline]

I really like these, DA. I really like them.

But they point out how differently we think. Or feel. Or encounter life.

I am launching meself here, based on that you have a quote from this guy's song in your sig and the, ah hum, general tenor of the "Jolene" clip (solo songwriter, yadda & c.).

Loved both clips, but 'specially the first with that beautiful pedal steel. And here's why I think we're different: I don't listen to the lyric. I know that's bad. Why the guy is singing. I know. I know. But I don't, not really. I listen to the sound. He's got a good sound, which is why I like him.

That doesn't mean I don't at all listen to the lyric. 'Course I do. But, frankly, not much. So if your point is poetry, I ain't your (or, I guess his) audience.



Hey. He doesn't say "Spo-CANE" in that first verse does he? I hope not. Where's this guy from, anyway?

Hey you, stop destroying Tokyo! Hurry! You have to save Jet Jaguar from the Megalon is an exciting battle!

Then you can kick back with a little one-on-one with Charles Barkley.

(My son and I used to spend many happy nights watching Gamera and singing his theme song, which includes the uber-cool lines "Come on, Space Monster! Bring it on!" Now that's poetry!)

 

[Tzara]

Hey you, stop destroying Tokyo! Hurry! You have to save Jet Jaguar from the Megalon is an exciting battle!

Tokyo, Tokyo. That thing's like kicking leaves in autumn. Boyish exuberance. The buildings have a very satisfying crackle as you sluffly kick at them, whistling "West Side Story" tunes.

OK. So I'm old-fashioned. Shoot me.

Hey, just kidding. Even your nuclear shells don't even sting.

But, now. Saving the world from Megalon? Hey. Who says cockroaches will inherit the Earth? It's just another day's work in the life of the world's like really big reptile.

Then you can kick back with a little one-on-one with Charles Barkley.

He clearly pushed off on his way to the basket. Hell, I could slam dunk his head if the refs weren't pro-Charles.

(My son and I used to spend many happy nights watching Gamera and singing his theme song, which includes the uber-cool lines "Come on, Space Monster! Bring it on!" Now that's poetry!)

And now even I, The Most Awesome Monster in the Universe, am left speechless. Touching and heartfelt and so emotional as to bring even Mothra to his knees, if he had any, not that that bastard did.

Sorry.

I must admit, though, I was always distrustful of Gamera. I mean, come on. A jet-powered turtle? This is like beyond steroids, don't ya think?

 

[Angeline]

Tokyo, Tokyo. That thing's like kicking leaves in autumn. Boyish exuberance. The buildings have a very satisfying crackle as you sluffly kick at them, whistling "West Side Story" tunes.

OK. So I'm old-fashioned. Shoot me.

Hey, just kidding. Even your nuclear shells don't even sting.

But, now. Saving the world from Megalon? Hey. Who says cockroaches will inherit the Earth? It's just another day's work in the life of the world's like really big reptile.
He clearly pushed off on his way to the basket. Hell, I could slam dunk his head if the refs weren't pro-Charles.
And now even I, The Most Awesome Monster in the Universe, am left speechless. Touching and heartfelt and so emotional as to bring even Mothra to his knees, if he had any, not that that bastard did.

Sorry.

I must admit, though, I was always distrustful of Gamera. I mean, come on. A jet-powered turtle? This is like beyond steroids, don't ya think?

I would say that Godzilla, Gamera and the whole crew had steroid and uh radioactive issues. But I agree with you that Gamera is a low-rent version of Godzilla. There's no accounting for my son's taste. He has moved on. His latest obsession is the oud. He wants an oud. That's my boy.

 

[Tzara]

I would say that Godzilla, Gamera and the whole crew had steroid and uh radioactive issues. But I agree with you that Gamera is a low-rent version of Godzilla. There's no accounting for my son's taste. He has moved on. His latest obsession is the oud. He wants an oud. That's my boy.

He wants an oud?

Get outta here. Either the Internet is failing me or your kid's in a really weird garage band.

Nice looking instrument, though. Do they do electric ouds?

That wouldn't like fit in someplace like here, would it? I really like these guys. And, uh, woman.

Hell. "Uh, woman," is like The Story of My Life.

 

[DeepAsleep]

I really like these, DA. I really like them.

But they point out how differently we think. Or feel. Or encounter life.

I am launching meself here, based on that you have a quote from this guy's song in your sig and the, ah hum, general tenor of the "Jolene" clip (solo songwriter, yadda & c.).

Loved both clips, but 'specially the first with that beautiful pedal steel. And here's why I think we're different: I don't listen to the lyric. I know that's bad. Why the guy is singing. I know. I know. But I don't, not really. I listen to the sound. He's got a good sound, which is why I like him.

That doesn't mean I don't at all listen to the lyric. 'Course I do. But, frankly, not much. So if your point is poetry, I ain't your (or, I guess his) audience.



Hey. He doesn't say "Spo-CANE" in that first verse does he? I hope not. Where's this guy from, anyway?

Godspeed You, Black Emperor!, "Rockets Fall on Rocket Falls"

Godspeed You, Black Emperor!, "The Dead Flag Blues"

there's always something else.

 

[Angeline]

He wants an oud?

Get outta here. Either the Internet is failing me or your kid's in a really weird garage band.

Nice looking instrument, though. Do they do electric ouds?

That wouldn't like fit in someplace like here, would it? I really like these guys. And, uh, woman.

Hell. "Uh, woman," is like The Story of My Life.

I don't know why the oud. He is an eccentric boy. I can't imagine where he gets it.

I'm not sure what his garage band of the moment is doing but I guess it will involve an oud soon lol.

Check this guy. One handed oud playing!

Your link is interesting. Arabian roots bluegrass punk? I told my son I want a hammered dulcimer. Maybe we can jam (head for the hills ee!).

 

[Tzara]

Godspeed You, Black Emperor!, "Rockets Fall on Rocket Falls"

Godspeed You, Black Emperor!, "The Dead Flag Blues"

there's always something else.

Of course there is. Which is where we get to sunn 0))). Drone metal by deaf Jawas performed in a CO2 fog.

My taste is weirder than any of yours. Tag.




I am so still fifteen. Sorry.

 

[Tzara]

I don't know why the oud. He is an eccentric boy. I can't imagine where he gets it.

I'm not sure what his garage band of the moment is doing but I guess it will involve an oud soon lol.

Check this guy. One handed oud playing!

Your link is interesting. Arabian roots bluegrass punk? I told my son I want a hammered dulcimer. Maybe we can jam (head for the hills ee!).

This oud stuff is effing great. It's like a fretless lute, so you can do glissandi. It, like, rocks! (Or swings or, I don't know, something. Stuff's great, though. Buy that kid his oud, fer gawdssake. Cool instrument.)

Check this out.

 

[Angeline]

This oud stuff is effing great. It's like a fretless lute, so you can do glissandi. It, like, rocks! (Or swings or, I don't know, something. Stuff's great, though. Buy that kid his oud, fer gawdssake. Cool instrument.)

Check this out.

He has been telling me for a few months what a cool instrument it is. He's saving up for one, but I'm a major investor in his savings plan.

Here. One oud for the road. This music is just beautiful and soulful. And I hadn't seen anyone play it with a plectrum before.

 

[Angeline]

Jane Monheit

has such a gorgeous voice.

More Than You Know

It Might as Well Be Spring (At the Rainbow Room. With Ron Carter on bass. Sigh.)

Hit the Road to Dreamland.