I am Music

Holy crap it was 44 years ago

this weekend that The Band played Woodstock. And listening even now I know they deserve every bit of my hearing they destroyed.
 
"Black Flowers" - Chris Isaak

Children lying in there beds.
Just remember what your mother said.
Don't you worry, don't you cry.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

Make a promise, cross your heart.
Kings vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you would be mine.

Tell me mother, will I die.
Yes my child and so shall I.
And never know the reason why,
little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you'd cried,
believed you when you said you'd try,
believed you when you said you loved me too.

I believed you.



Chris' "Wicked Game" released in 1991 when I was 14 or 15 years old and I'm still hot for Helena.


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50 years ago

today Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his "I Have a Dream" speech at the Lincoln Memorial. NPR is running a continuous loop of songs inspired by the Civil Rights Movement. It's here and you can read the article and listen to some amazing, moving music. There's also a list there if you just want to check out what's on it.
 
"Black Flowers" - Chris Isaak

Children lying in there beds.
Just remember what your mother said.
Don't you worry, don't you cry.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

Make a promise, cross your heart.
Kings vow that we'll never part.
Sign in blood and hope to die.
Little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you would be mine.

Tell me mother, will I die.
Yes my child and so shall I.
And never know the reason why,
little black flowers grow, in the sky.
In the sky.

And I believed you.
I believed you when you said you'd cried,
believed you when you said you'd try,
believed you when you said you loved me too.

I believed you.



Chris' "Wicked Game" released in 1991 when I was 14 or 15 years old and I'm still hot for Helena.


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Some boys never grow out of adolescent masturbatory fantasies :grin:
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbtwiTkDIpw&list=PLUXPbwjcDSHhAEDK6NV4jdOvnC4vVP3V4

MegadetH ~ The Skull Beneath The Skin

Dave Mustaine shows he is one of those guitarists that has a harder time playing slow than he does playing fast. This song always gave me pause, made me think. It describes the creation of Megadeth's mascot, Vic Rattlehead. It carries a kind of locomotive-losing-control energy that really drives me. The aggression that is built into the guitar work by the end of the song is wonderful.
 
I love this piece too - at about the 6min 40sec mark the conducter, Jonathen Nott, has a moment guaranteed to make you smile. They all look like they're having such fun.

oh, wonderful!

it's that whole creating together vibe, i'm sure of it - ok, they already have the notes there, but they're making it happen, right there, in that moment in time - it's the sharing in their faces, the pleasure of creating!

kind of how i feel about live writing with others, i think.
 
video set to music, earth as seen from the space station - the visuals are superb, but the music so . . . it's in my head, on in the background as i try to write something justice

it's more than in my head - there's a residual heartbeat, ticking away, makes my own quicken
 
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She's been around for years but I've only just discovered her.:eek:

Today I have to leave this old room of mine.
I’m still unsure about this new journey.

On the bus ride to the train station,
I text-messaged my friends.

At the station I tried calling someone,
But something felt different about it all.
All I brought with me was an old guitar,
Leaving the rest of my old life behind.

I take something and I get something,
I ponder that cycle in my heart.

I always try to hide my fears in my dreams.
When get afraid, I can’t seem to do anything.

I got on the train, it rushed away,
And I slowly started to cry.

Life in my town continued on outside.
I prayed that it’d never change.
The man who gave me my old guitar
Told me Tokyo is a scary place.

I’ve stopped looking for all the answers.
It’s okay to have some flaws.

Those grey skyscrapers blocked the setting sun.
Even if I endure these tears today,
Won’t tomorrow’s cold morning hold more doubt?

I can’t choose the right thing,
At least I know that much.
 
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