I am Music

Oh and I so love this

The other night I asked ee what he thought of as "our song," and that's the one he mentioned. You remember, I bet. :) Actually these are all songs that are so lovely they can make me weep, but between us and tungtied and the moonlight and that sonata, he got me thinking of this. A beautiful Cuban son lullabye.

Sweet dreams my dear poets. :kiss:
 
The other night I asked ee what he thought of as "our song," and that's the one he mentioned. You remember, I bet. :) Actually these are all songs that are so lovely they can make me weep, but between us and tungtied and the moonlight and that sonata, he got me thinking of this. A beautiful Cuban son lullabye.

Sweet dreams my dear poets. :kiss:

and my goodnight to you, dear ladies...

:kiss:
 
And now, I dream a dream in which I am
A member of some I-League indie band.
No, go away. I am asleep. Asleep.
Sleep shook me by my brow and laid me deep.
 
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Nice one, Tzara. That made me want to chew bubblegum
and listen to this.
Warning: this is very politically incorrect. :s But you can dance to it.
 
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I see your political incorrectedness and double down with Ms. Virginia Wynette Pugh.

Aw, hell. It's a swell dress anyway, ain't it?


When we were kids on the yearly camping trip bombing through Quebec, Vermont or P.E.I in our orange VW bus we'd hear that song and a chorus of four kids + the occasional school friend would belt out "stand by your man" at the top of our lungs. Our parents never joined in but didn't shut us up either. Heads would turn....The other odd thing was while singing "Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles that verse always had te be ofollowed with the phrase "beatin' doggies" and none of us can remember why.
 
When we were kids on the yearly camping trip bombing through Quebec, Vermont or P.E.I in our orange VW bus we'd hear that song and a chorus of four kids + the occasional school friend would belt out "stand by your man" at the top of our lungs. Our parents never joined in but didn't shut us up either. Heads would turn....The other odd thing was while singing "Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles that verse always had te be ofollowed with the phrase "beatin' doggies" and none of us can remember why.

Sounds like one of those famous misinterpretation of lyrics...
Here comes the sun ( little darlin')...or in your case "beatin doggies"...:D
 
OK, the guy is English, which would seem to disqualify him as authentic southern (USA) boy. Voice is alright. But it's those fingers. Like he's been blessed by God.

I mean, I would have thought that this was God, at least as far as country/rock Telecasterish guitar playing was concerned, which, of course, is probably not a big deal to the one and real God.

Unless He's a fan.

Anyway.

Albert is fantastically good, with both hands. I give up.

Not that I ever had a chance.

Where is Mephistopheles when I need him?

Asshole.
 
Why lysergic acid diethylamide is bad for you

It's the one and only Roky Erickson, poster child for keeping one's chromosomes intact.



Warning: Professional stunt musician. Do not attempt this at home.
 
Oh, look! It's KO, as either a glittery salamander or a badly costumed Calaban, as she does does (ahem!) does Rockers to Swallow.

Glamour: It's just shoes, haircuts, eye shadow, and attitude. Or mebbe three of the four. Or two. Or just, finally, brio.

Whatever. I am not working that shift, anyway.
 
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