I just received this in an email. I am on the hunt for the offender or the offenders, if there's more than one. I have a feeling there might be. There are subtle clues that most people would miss, but no, not me. I'm hep to the scene, man.
My rock and roll soul is gonna come out and all I've got to say to you boys is...
If you see me coming Down the street then You know it's time to Go And you know it's time to go Cause here comes trouble
You think you're right But you were wrong You tried to take me But I knew all along You can take me For a ride I'm not a fool now So you better run and hide
Yes, you better run and hide. Cuz, I'm trouble, ya'll.
I was a really cool baby. My first words were ... Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
As in She Loves You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... She Loves You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah... I stood in my crib, with my little moptop, bouncing up and down singing Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. First words! It's true. My mom has it written down in my baby book. I'll scan it and post it if you don't believe me.
Little did I know when I was a wee little baby blue girl, what my future held. A whole lifetime of being obsessed with music. And it's finally paid off.
I'm going to be live blogging The 49th Annual Grammy Awards this Sunday night over at newcritics. The new arts and culture blog that is all the rave around the blogosphere.
I have to admit something. I've never liked The Grammy Awards. I always thought they were cheap and meaningless. I always looked down my nose at them. And it's no wonder! Let's look at 1975, for example. That was the year of ... 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover by Paul Simon, Amie by Pure Prairie League, Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell, Black Friday by Steely Dan, Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen, Can't Get It Out of My Head by ELO, Cut the Cake by Average White Band, Daisy Jane by America, Fame by David Bowie, Killer Queen by Queen, How Sweet It Is (to Be Loved by You) by James Taylor, Lonely People by America, Love Is the Drug by Roxy Music, Only Women Bleed by Alice Cooper, Poetry Man by Phoebe Snow.
I'm sure there was better music than what I've listed above. I just grabbed some great tunes from the Billboard Top 40. But, to my eleven year old mind back in 1975, I thought most of the songs listed above were pretty good.
Maybe I hang around here A little more than I should We both know I've got somewhere else to go But I got something to tell you That I never thought I would And I believe you really ought to know I love you I honestly love you
Held a candle to...
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Someday girl I don't know when We're going to get to that place Where we really want to go And we'll walk in the sun But till then tramps like us
Ah, you know the rest. The mind reels.
Could have been worse, I guess.
Kind of kidding. I loved that song.
Carried your books from school Playing make believe you were married to me You were fifth grade, I was sixth When we came to be
Shut up! I was eleven.
My Eyes Adored You. Great line. Sigh. Record of the Year in 1976 was Love Will Keep Us Together by The Captain and Tenille. Ok, then.
I'm sure my dad would say, "But blue girl, good music used to win! Moon River by Henri Mancini won in 1962! I Left My Heart in San Francisco by Tony Bennett in 1963! Then it all went to pot. Aquarius in 1970? Damned hippies!
And not that I have anything against Aquarius at all, (I thought it was great the way they used it at the end of The 40 Year Old Virgin) but my dad would be right. Moon River and I Left My Heart In San Francisco are just wonderful, timeless songs.
What happened after 1974, the year Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack won?
Sailing by Christopher Cross in 1981?
Bette Davis Eyes in 1982?
Another Day In Paradise by Phil Collins in 1991?
They might have been catchy little pop songs in their day, but they're not timeless songs that my son would even think about listening to now. I wouldn't even think about listening to them now. I've downloaded several songs off that list above while writing this post. And I didn't download those three, I can tell you that. I didn't download Aquarius either.
All of this may sound like I've got a negative attitude about Sunday night. And that's not true at all. I'm looking forward to it. If nothing else, getting ready for this gig has gotten me to listen to some new songs. Songs I never would've heard had Tom Watson not asked me to live blog.
I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should
You tell 'em, girls.
Be Without You by Mary J. Blige. It's good. I admire Mary J. Blige. She can sing.
And finally, can't forget Tbogg's favorite. You're Beautiful by James Blunt. I liked that song when it came out. I still kind of do. I'm sorry. Wimper, wimper, wimper...
Of course, there are a lot more categories than Record of the Year to be concerned with on Sunday night. There's Album of the Year, Best Female Pop Vocal Performance ... Best Polka Album. Just to name a few. You can review all of the categories here.
So, whether you've always despised The Grammys or whether you've always loved them, I hope you'll join me over at newcritics Sunday night starting around 7:30pm. And comment a lot.
I promise it's going to be lots of fun. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do.
2:16 and 2:27 in: The best drumming parts in the history of the universe. Cuz you know what's coming.
2:37 in: The band pulls back and the audience begins to get into it, building to the crescendo...
3:10 in: A key to the meaning of life ...
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That isn't Genesis. It's Steve Hackett and Company. Guitarist Steve Hackett joined Genesis in 1970 and left the group to pursue a solo career in 1977, which was right before I became a fan. I didn't really know anything about him ... Hey, I was thirteen, give me a break... until I got the idea to search YouTube for Genesis videos yesterday. Big mistake.
Like Res says ... YouTube is like crack for bloggers. We started to blog to get away from TV, not to turn our blogs into little TV sets.
Great point. But, I don't care, Mr. McCriticizer Pants. I'm posting it anyway. Side note to make TC's head explode: When Hackett left Genesis, he formed GTR with Steve Howe of Yes and Asia.
Ok. I didn't even like Asia. Although I've always liked progressive rock. And I've always loved Genesis.
More than life itself. Ok. I'm exaggerating for emphasis.
Not.
One time, when I was in high school, I went to see Genesis in concert. Four nights in a row. And although I was just 17, I knew they held the key to the meaning of life. They had the answers, but it was a puzzle I had to work out in my mind. On the fourth night, there were three 30-something couples sitting in front of me. And I could tell immediately that they were not real Genesis fans. It seemed as though they had gotten free tickets and were just out for a night of fun.
And. They. Were. Talking. During. All. The. Songs.
And. My. Heart. Was. Breaking. And. My. Palms. Were. Beginning. To. Sweat.
I was appalled at their behavior and their general lack of a deep need to search the universe for answers within the chord changes and the lyrics of a Genesis song. And don't even get me started on the lightshow.
It was 1981 -- the Abacab tour. Which, admittedly, was the beginning of the end. Whatever. Sure, go ahead 30-somethings and talk during No Reply At All. Talk your head off during Man on the Corner. Who cares? But blab away during Abacab?Blah, blah, blah throughout my very favorite song on the album? It could not be tolerated. They could no longer be a distraction to me.
Excuse me. Excuse me?
Yeah?
I'm begging you. Begging you. Please stop talking. Please pay attention to the concert. Please listen to the music. Begging. Please. I'm going to have a nervous breakdown if you ruin this song for me.
Um, ok.
And they turned around and remained quiet. And I got to hear Dodo/Lurker, and especially my very favorite part of Dodo/Lurker without being distracted.
Lurker: Meanwhile lurking by a stone in the mud Two eyes looked to see what I was and Then something spoke and this is what It said to me...
Clothes of brass and hair of brown Seldom need to breathe Don't need no wings to fly And a heart of stone A fear of fire and water Who am I?
Who am I? I don't know, I'm still working that out. But, I know for sure, I am someone who has never been able to get Genesis out of my system. When I'm feeling stressed or confused ... or blue ... I turn to Genesis.
Watch the video above and take note of Steve Hackett's talent. And his coolness.
And his cool talent.
Los Endos is the final song on Trick of the Tail by Genesis. The album that first grabbed my heart.
(Sidenote: I always thought it was important to listen to the entire album in the order that the artists recorded it. There was a concept. And one should take note. I feel sorry for kids now ... but most especially for artists. While downloading one song at a time at .99 a crack is convenient, you don't get to revel in the whole idea. It's a loss.)
Anyway, Los Endos is an instrumental re-cap of the entire album, with a few very important ... very important! parts.
Now. Pay attention. I beg of you. Begging. Please.
2:05 in: The song changes. The magic starts.
2:16 and 2:27 in: The best drumming parts in the history of the universe. Cuz you know what's coming.
2:37 in: The band pulls back and the audience begins to get into it, building to the crescendo...
3:10 in: A key to the meaning of life ...
In season, out of season What's the difference when you dont know the reason?
What's the difference? I don't know. I was 14 when I first heard that and I've been wondering the same thing ever since. I'm still working it all out.
The comment thread on my last post inspired me to use The Google and surf the Internets to read all about The New Cars. No, not these new cars, silly! These New Cars. The Cars broke up in 1988 and since then, one of the original members died of cancer. Very sad. But the group's back together (or was*) sans lead singer Ric Ocasek, who my husband thinks is one of the luckiest less than gorgeous guys alive because somehow he snagged her**. He said he's guilty of making every guy in the world think he has a shot.
Oh, Skimmer. Maybe she's not shallow, and appreciates talent more than looks. And maybe he's a really nice guy. Seems to be to me, because The New Cars include (or did*) lead vocalist/guitarist Todd Rundgren, base/vocalist Kasim Sulton from Utopia and and Tubes drummer, Prairie Prince, along with original Cars' members Elliot Easton (guitarist) and Greg Hawkes (synthesizers). Ric Ocasek's still focusing on his solo career and gave his blessing to The New Cars. A blessing. Plus he said he gave his blessing because he just wants Elliot and Greg to be happy. Now, that's nice!
And Mr. Ocasek also seems to have a good sense of humor, which might have appealed to Paulina. He appears on The Colbert Report frequently, and when Stephen Colbert asked him who he would like to put On Notice, what was his answer? Talented, nice and funny. Mr. Ocasek, I would never put you On Notice.
One of my favorite Cars' songs has always been Candy-O. I need you. Sunday dress, ruby ring. I've got the album down in the basement, but never bought the CD. So I downloaded it this morning. I can understand why Todd would be interested in covering the original Cars' songs. I'm not very good at writing about music the way other people are. But, I can hear Todd in their music. I can also hear David Bowie in this song. You're just going to have to imagine what I mean by that. Here's the original Candy-O. Can you hear Todd and Bowie?
Here's The New Cars' version. (Doesn't the beginning just rock the house? Yes. It. Does.)
Oddly, in this version, I can now hear Lou Reed. Can you? I'd love to hear an analysis of why I can hear all these different musicians in this one song. Maybe someone else could chime in here and explain? I'll update the post to include your reasoning if you do. Like I said, I can't write about music because so much of it is just feelings to me. So, my very deep reasoning for thinking that I hear all these different musicians is ... because I can, so there. *Raspberries.*
Speaking of shallow. Alberto Vargas was eighty years old when he did the artwork for the album cover above. He just asked that they hire a model with "a nice figure." Seems as though he got what he wanted. Vargas went to see The Cars in concert when Candy-O came out. He said it wasn't his kind of music but that there were beautiful girls all over the place. Cars' drummer David Robinson said Vargas liked that very much.
Bet he did. He and The Skimmer would've gotten along spendidly! Kidding Skimmer! I mean, who am I to talk? I love Todd. I know he's talented and it's not too much of a stretch for me to imagine he might also be nice and funny. But look at him up there! I'm not so sure about that hair. Is Paulina is a better woman than me? Maybe, maybe not.
~•~•~
*The Skimmer said The New Cars have already broken up, but I couldn't find any information on the Internets about it.
**Paulina and Ric may be divorced by now for all I know.
This post by Jeddie Ningo reminded me of something I've thought for awile now. If I was ever at a party with Jeddie and The Viscount and the subject of music came up (and of course it would) and I chimed in being honest about my likes and dislikes, that both of them would chase me around the room, trying to give me an atomic wedgie.
Kevin Wolf would probably want to, but he'd be kind to me. He's already said he would never put me On Notice. I imagine Kevin would act a lot like my husband. Stare at me for a few seconds in disbelief, shake his head and walk away.
Jeddie and Viscount remind me of my old bestest buddie, who I'll call "Doug." I'll call him "Doug" because that's his name. I haven't seen him in years and years and I'm pretty sure he doesn't read Blue Girl In A Red State. We had to part ways when he got married. Our relationship was suspect for some reason, but it just pretty much revolved around music. And watching Pee Wee's Playhouse.
The younger brother of my good friend, Kathy, Doug was a music freak -- specifically a Beatles freak. He has a daughter now. Abbie, of course. For a few years long ago, Doug, Kathy and I would sit in my apartment listening to album after album, discussing and dissecting them. Candles burning ... it was quite deep.
I can't remember everything we'd listen to. Pink Floyd, Genesis, The Smiths, Ricky Lee Jones, The Beatles, of course. David Bowie. Todd Rundgren. More, I'm sure. Oh! And Dire Straits' Making Movies.
Doug had a saying he would use when he was making fun of me: Oooh-Shwa-La!
Or in Jeddie speak: Can you possibly get any goopier?
One evening Kathy opened the door and Doug walked in with the wine and other stuff. He was laughing as he headed into my tiny kitchen...
Oooh-Shwa-La! It's Romeo and Juliet again! How many times can you listen to this song?<> Well, how many times can you listen to Revolver?
You can't compare 'em!
Oooh-Shwa-La! I can do what I want. Now, shhh!
Jeddie and Viscount have a gift for writing about music. They're good at it. And while I'm sure they're emotionally attached to their music, they also dissect it from a technical standpoint. I can't do that. When it comes to music, I'm all emotion. All Oooh-Shwa-La, so to speak.
Anyone who knows me pretty well, knows that I put a soundtrack to every single important scene in my life. And when I got back from my honeymoon almost 17 years ago, I made the huge mistake of telling Kathy about a specific scene from the trip that involved the band ... Poco.
Later that evening my phone rang. And when I answered all I could hear was laughing. Kathy was laughing so hard she couldn't even catch her breath.
What?
....laughing....snort.....
What??!
I'm just calling to warn you. Doug's on his way over to your apartment.
Why?
I told him about Poco. ....laughing....snort.....
Why'd you go and do that?!
I couldn't help myself!
Oh great!
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.
Who is it?
It's me, Doug. Let me in.
Why? What are you going to do?
Just let me in.
I opened the door and he came barging in, scanning the room.
Did I hear Kathy right? Did you actually buy a Poco CD? Poco?!
Doug! I only bought it because of this one scene from our trip!
Oooh-Shaw-La!
Listen! Listen to me. Now imagine this. The Skimmer and I rented a red convertible and we drove from San Francisco down to Monterey. Imagine it from above, like you were shooting the scene for a movie from a helicopter. It was sooooo gorgeous. Huge, beautiful mountains to our left. And dramatic, jagged cliffs that rumbled down into the ocean on our right. Waves crashing into the cliffs as we drove that windy road on a beautiful, sunny September blue sky day! Can you see it? Can you? Well, this one Poco song came on the radio and I had to turn it up! It just fit the scene. It totally fit!
Sounds great. Where is it?
Where's what?!
The Poco CD? Where is it?
He spotted it near my stereo. But I beat him to it. I grabbed it and took off running. He followed me in hot pursuit until he caught up with me. We wrestled around for awhile until he was able to rip it from my hands. Laughing harder, he turned to leave my apartment.
You'll thank me later! And with that, and my Poco CD, he left.
I downloaded the song this morning and have been listening to it while writing this post. Oh my God, Doug was right. While Doug was just offended that I would ever buy a Poco CD of all things, I'm a little offended now that I thought this song fit my honeymoon scene! I can still picture and feel the instrumental part at the beginning as we were driving along the coast. That still fits.
But, the lyrics? For newlyweds? Pshaw! What was I thinking?!
Doug shouldn't have just ripped the CD out of my hands, he probably also should've given me an atomic wedgie.
Van Morrison's got a new, hmmm...album? CD? Ah, yes. Downloadable collection of mp3s.
It's mostly country covers, with a few Van originals. Earvolution writes that rather than Morrison adapting "to the genre, Van forces the genre to adapt to him."
And from what I've heard Imus play of it this week, I would agree with that. I'm not a country music fan, but I sure am a Van Morrison fan.
Best album side (yes, albumside) ever? Ever? Side Two, Into the Music, released in 1979.
I received my copy of in 1985. Charlie, an old hippie, curmudgeon-type -- the first copywriter I ever worked with, gave it to me in a Christmas gift exchange. And it wasn't even new. He gave me one of his favorite albums, which from the looks of it had been played to death. Which might seem tacky to some people, but it was pretty special to me. Sure, Charlie could've forgotten about the gift exchange and ran back into his house at the last minute and just grabbed the first thing he could find. But, I don't imagine it that way. If you've ever listened to that side of Into The Music on a quiet night with the lights down low, you'll feel how much heart and soul wails from that vinyl. Enough to break your heart every time. I think Charlie, being the old guy that he was at that time -- probably something like 45 -- wanted me to know what real music sounded like...
When you hear the music ringin' in your soul And you feel it in your heart and it grows and grows And it comes from the backstreet rock & roll Then the healing has begun
Giving a favorite album away. What a gift.
This review of Morrison's newPay The Devilsays the music...suffers from too many lightweight, by-the-numbers covers and too few
tunes where Morrison reworks the tunes to find their emotional core...
...And that his originals on the album are a reminder that Morrison is at his best when communicating his personal struggles with love and the modern world.
To me, he struggles with more than love, but when he does, it's a beautiful thing.
You want to imagine walking down the avenue in style? You want to meet up with your girl in the middle of the night, in the city, drink sherry and listen to some Muddy Waters...some backstreet jellyroll?
Do you want Paris in May?
I don't think I'll buy the new CD in its entirety. The modern world allows me to download what I want, which are the three originals. I just don't think I'll become attached to a cover of Hank Williams, Jr.'s, My Bucket's Got a Hole In It...I Can't Buy No Beer.
You should go now and download cuts 7 - 10 of Into The Music.
Walkin' on a city street who would think you could ever be touched By a total stranger, not me But when you came up to me that day and I listened to your story It reminded me so much of myself It wasn't what you said but the way it felt to me About a search and a journey just like mine
After she told all these things to me I said I got a story too It goes something like this...
As an old grumpy writer once taught me, nobody writes 'em like Van Morrison.
There are certain songs that I love because of a very specific part of the song. It could be a simple chord change that pulls at me, the emotion that the singer puts into one word or a memorable lyric.
For example, I will still listen to Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd everytime it comes on because of the jam at the end. You know the part? The part where they're just wailing away kind of at that higher level, and you start feeling a little tense because they should just move on already, and then all of a sudden they break it loose and everything drops down and it continues on? I will listen to that 24,000 minute song just to hear that one specific part where everything changes and it breaks loose. And then I'll flick the channel.
I don't care so much for Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band in general, but I love the song "Roll Me Away." I pretty much love everything about it. The story of it, the feeling and feel of it, but there's one little detail that I really love. And it's at the end where he holds this one note for a long, long time:
"Next tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime -- we'll get it right."
I love that! And I sing it really loud right along with him.
I also love when he sings this part of the song:
Met a girl and we had a few drinks
And I told her what I’d decided to do
I won't spend the money for an entire Bob Seger CD just because I want that one song. And last time I checked I can't download it for .99 yet, so I'll just have to be really pleasantly surprised when it comes on the radio. I hear it a couple of times a year which keeps it fresh and special I guess.
What got me to thinking about this sort of thing was when a song I haven't heard in years just popped into my head out of nowhere this morning.
Ready? Don't laugh. Don't! I mean it! You better not! Ready?
I've never been a Glen Campbell fan. Don't know much about country music. Don't really care to learn. But when he sings this one verse, it just grabs my heart. I think it's one of the best, most romantic, mushy verses ever.
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time.
Some people hate mush. Not me. I love mush. Some mush anyway. Not all mush.
Don't just read it, sing it! Do! Sing it now!
And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time.
Don't know it? Let me know in the comments and I'll email it to you because I did download it today.
Overall it's such a weird song. About some lineman out on the main road hearing his sweetheart's voice through the lines and he needs a vacation but it's not raining and he keeps searching for overloads. But that verse! I could listen to it a million times. And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time.
Is there a minute detail of a song that makes you love the song? Or maybe not love the entire song, but you've got to listen to it just to hear that one part?
The very first concert I ever went to was in 1977. I was a mere child of 13 and the only reason I was allowed to go was because all of my older cousins were going. They would take care of me. My mom trusted them. Little did she know when the adults dropped us off at the rapid station to get down to the old stadium downtown that morning to see The J. Geils Band, Bob Seger, Rick Deringer and Peter Frampton, one of the first "World Series of Rock" concerts, that my cousin, Ralph would take off his plaid button down shirt exposing his black t-shirt that said, "J. Geils Band are some bad MFers!" Only it was completely spelled out!
Ha! I thought that was really cool!
There were probably 50,000 druggies down there that day. I was amazed. We sat pretty close to the stage, everyone on blankets and people doing the darndest things! There were first aid tents set up all around the perimeter of the field and I saw several people throughout the day in dire need of first aid. All from self-induced activities.
The only reason I wanted to be there so, so, soooo bad was because of Peter Frampton. "Frampton Comes Alive" was huge and of course, I Loved Him! When he sang, "Do You Feel Like I Do?" he threw a frizbee from the stage and I caught it! How thrilling was that for a 13 year old teeny bopper with such a huge crush? Memories. I was so popular the following Monday at school!
I became a professional concert-goer. I've seen everyone, probably a few times. When I was in high school, we would hang out at Blossom Music Center. Tickets were only $5.00 each, so it was very do-able. We'd all pile into someone's car and head out to Blossom several times a week.
I'm lucky I lived through that part of my life.
Going to a concert ain't what it used to be. A couple of years ago, we went back out to Blossom to see Steely Dan. We decided that they were definitely worth the outrageous cost, both tickets and $8.00 beers inside to see. And they were. But, boy was it completely different than it had been in the late 70's and early 80's. All these middle-aged people were walking into the concert, while a Blossom employee, roughly 17 or 18 years old is standing on a picnic table, yelling into her megaphone: "You can't bring beer in! You can't bring cameras in! You can't do this! You can't do that!"
My, how things change.
We are going to Blossom tonight to see the Cleveland Orchestra. And I just checked out their website to see if we'll be able to take anything in with us.
Here are their rules:
The following items will not be permitted:
* Alcohol, drugs, or any illegal substances * Bottles, cans or beverages (factory-sealed bottled water with plastic bottles is permitted) * Cameras or recording devices, video or audio * Backpacks, or large bags of any type * Fireworks, laser-pointers, candles, flares or other incendiary devices * In-line skates, skateboards, or bicycles etc. * Mylar Balloons * Knives, mace, pepper gas or any other item deemed a potential weapon * Coolers (hard or soft sided or Styrofoam) or picnic baskets * Spiked or studded jewelry or clothing * Any item deemed inappropriate by Blossom Management
GET THIS:
The following items will also be included on the list of items not permitted inside the Blossom Gates:
* Lawn Chairs or Umbrellas * Blankets
Do you see that picture up there? Can you imagine not being able to bring a blanket when you've purchased the cheap seats? Yeah, the lawn seats are cheap at about $30.00 each. Yeesh. Nothing's fun anymore.
I'm not sure all these rules apply to Orchestra goers. After all, we are so much more sophisticated than say.....your average Peter Frampton fan.
My son asked that I write a post on my blog about the "Live 8" extravaganza. More than happy to! While it was an absolutely beautiful day yesterday -- sun shining, not a bit of humidity, not a cloud in the sky, my son and I were hooked on the concerts from around the world and had a great time bonding over music both old and new.
He asked me not to be negative in my post. I almost flipped my lid, because those ridiculous V-J's, or whatever you call them, kept interrupting the music with their stupid blathering. I'm not sure what producer in his or her right mind thought we'd rather hear them rattling on, with all their fake smiling, instead of actually listening to "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd all the way through to the end, without interruption.
Ok, enough complaining. All the coming together truly was for a great cause. Even though I'm not sure the guys getting together for the summit are going to be influenced at all. I remember Bush saying during the 2000 election that "Wake Up Little Susie" was his favorite song of all time. And not that there's anything wrong with that particular song, but you just go the feeling that it was the first thing that popped into his empty head and he blurted it out.
“WE BELIEVE that in the best American tradition of helping others help themselves, now is the time to join with other countries in a historic pact for compassion and justice to help the poorest people of the world overcome AIDS and extreme poverty. WE RECOGNIZE that a pact including such measures as fair trade, debt relief, fighting corruption and directing additional resources for basic needs – education, health, clean water, food, and care for orphans – would transform the futures and hopes of an entire generation in the poorest countries, at a cost equal to just one percent more of the US budget. WE COMMIT ourselves - one person, one voice, one vote at a time - to make a better, safer world for all.”
It was great fun. Watch re-runs if they play 'em.
Pink Floyd back together again. Until the V-J's interrupted "Comfortably Numb," I was in heaven.
Some of my other favorites. Although there was just so much good music, can't even list it all here.
Elton, Roxy Music, Stevie Wonder, Paul McCartney.....
My son thought they should have played John Lennon on a big screen playing "Imagine." I told him that would've been a really cool idea.
I just received this in an email. I am on the hunt for the offender or the offenders, if there's more than one. I have a feeling there might be. There are subtle clues that most people would miss, but no, not me. I'm hep to the scene, man.
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