Friday, June 30, 2006

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one for every day of the year

This day in music history.

June 30, 2000, Nine people are crushed to death and many are injured at a Pearl Jam concert during the Roskilde festival in Denmark. The incident happens when the people in the back tried to push their way to the front. Officials say those killed slipped on rain-soaked ground and were trampled under foot.
Push Me, Pull Me by Pearl Jam
I had a false belief
I thought I came here to stay
We're all just visiting
All just breaking like waves
The oceans made me, but who came up with love?
Push me, pull me, push me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me, or pull me out
So if there were no angels, would there be no sin?
You better stop me before I begin
But let me say: if I behave, can you arrange a spacious hole in
the ground
Somewhere nice, make it nice
Where the land meets high tide
Push me, pull me, or pull me out
Push me, pull me
Like a cloud dropping rain
I'm discarding all thought
I'll dry up, leaving puddles on the ground
I'm like an opening band for the sun
Push me, pull me
I've had enough,

said enough,
felt enough,
I'm fine

Thursday, June 29, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 29, 1979, Lowell George is found dead of a heart attack in a hotel room in Arlington, Va., at age 34. George was a gifted guitarist and co-founder of the band Little Feat. Little Feat's best selling album is "Waiting for Columbus," which sells more than 500,000 copies and reaches No. 18 on the pop album chart. It is thought that the reason for the heart attack was Lowells weight, the stress of touring and a cocaine habit. At the time of his death George was touring with his first solo album called "Thanks, I'll Eat It Here".
Time Loves A Hero by Little Feat
...Hear me well
Seeing aint always believing
Just make sure it`s the truth that you`re seeing
Eyes sometimes lie, eyes sometimes lie
They can be real deceiving
I got an uncle in Puerto Rico
Spends his days in the sun
And his nights in the casinos
He left the States many years ago
Took a fishing boat to Puerto Rico
Now my aunt she is sad and lonely
She`ll never know that she drove him away
As a coward I admire his courageous ways
Some say my uncle that hes a zero
His life as a shell, he left it back at States
I say he`s doing well without his shell
Bumming `round the beaches of Puerto Rico
The beauty of the sunrise and sunset
To his friends he wish he could tell
They`re at home still running for bells
Better San Juan than that blue collar hell
Well they say that time loves a hero
But only time will tell
If he`s real he`s a legend from heaven
If he aint he was sent here from hell

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 28, 1963, "Act Naturally" by Buck Owens is at number 1 on the charts in the USA. It would also be a hit for Ringo Star.
Act Naturally by Buck Owens
They're gonna put me in the movies
They're gonna make a big star out of me
We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely
And all I have to do is act naturally
Well, I bet you I'm gonna be a big star
Might win an Oscar you can never tell
The movie's gonna make me a big star,
Cause I can play the part so well
Well, I hope you come and see me in the movie
Then I'll know that you will plainly see
The biggest fool that ever hit the big time
And all I have to do is act naturally
We'll make a film about a man that's sad and lonely
Begging down upon his bended knee
I'll play the part but I won't need rehearsing
All I have to do is act naturally...

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 27, 2002, On the eve of a new American tour, The Who's bass player John Entwistle died at the age of 57. The cause of death is a cocaine induced heart attack. After a brief delay, the tour commenced with bassist Pino Palladino.
My Generation by The Who
People try to put us d-down
Just because we get around
Things they do look awful c-c-cold
I hope I die before I get old
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away
(Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby
Why don't you all f-fade away
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation
This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Saturday, June 24, 2006

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Friday, June 23, 2006

This day in music history.

June 23, 1995, Dan Rather joins R.E.M. onstage to perform "What's The Frequency, Kenneth?" which referred to an incident when Rather was beaten up by thugs demanding the answer to the question. The performance was shown on David Letterman's "The Late Show."
Whats The Frequency Kenneth by R.E.M.
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?"
is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
"What's the frequency, Kenneth?"
is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

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Thursday, June 22, 2006

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

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Sunday, June 18, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 18, 1815, Napoleon Bonaparte was defeated at Waterloo in Belgium. Napoleon faced two armies, one army led by the Duke of Wellington, who commanded a combined force of Belgian, Dutch, and British troops. The other army led by Field Marshal Gebhard von Blucher, who commanded a Prussian force. Almost 50,000 men were killed or severely injured. The Battle lasted only one day.
Waterloo by Abba
My my, at waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo
My my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose
Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

Saturday, June 17, 2006

This day in music history.

June 17, 1977, Guitarist with UFO Michael Schenker, disappeared after a gig with the band in Leeds, England. After an extensive search he turned up at home in Germany six months later, He explained he wanted to quit the band but didn't know how to say so in English.
Lights Out by UFO
Wind blows back and the batons charging
It winds all the way
Right to the butt of my gun
Maybe now your time has come
From the back streets there's a rumblin'
Smell of anarchy
No more nice time, bright boy shoe shines
Pie in the sky dreams
Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight 'til the end
Better now you know we'll never
Wait 'til tomorrow
Lights out, lights out in London
Hold 'em tight 'til the end
God knows when I'm comin' on [my] run
Heaven help those who help themselves
That's the way it goes
The frightening thoughts of what's been taught
And now it shows
You keep comin', there's no runnin'
Tried a thousand times
Under your feet grass is growin'
Time we said goodbye
Lights out, lights out in London
Lights out, lights out in London

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Friday, June 16, 2006

bonus doodle

This is based on a American Indian symbol for love (maybe 400 years old) , I streamlined it a little and doubled it so it would say the same thing right side up or up side down.

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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

This day in music history.

Revelation 9, "And in those days, shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 6, 1987, Michael Jackson severs his ties with the Jehovah's Witnesses. He says in light of recent scandal's I have decided to become a Catholic priest.

Monday, June 05, 2006

This day in music history.

June 5, 1977, Alice Cooper's boa constrictor was bitten to death by a rat it had been given for breakfast. Alice then ate the rat.
Black Juju by Alice Cooper
Touched by the toil and plunged into his arm
cursed thru the night thru eyes of alarm
A melody black flowed out of my breath
searching for death
but bodies need rest
body
Under the soil now waiting for worms
all that I feared is all that I've learned
All that I know is all that I think
dead feelings are cool down lower I sink
ah hah
Bodies need rest we all need our rest
sleep
an easy sleep
rest
rest
Bodies need their rest we all need our rest
sleep an easy sleep
rest rest rest rest
But come back in the morning
come back hard
wake up wake up wake up wake up
Bodies clutching and biting
my soul has caught on fire my evil is now
and I'm caught up in desire
Everything I'm living for is all that I am
liking it and loving it that's all in the plan
black juju

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Sunday, June 04, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 4, 1977, Supertramp's "Give A Little Bit" is released. It is the first single from their album "Even In The Quietest Moments". The album would reach number 16 on the Billboard Album charts. It became Supertramp's first Gold selling album in the US. "Give a Little Bit" made it to the top 20.
Give A Little Bit by Supertramp
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
Give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my love to you
There's so much that we need to share
Send a smile and show you care
I'll give a little bit
I'll give a little bit of my life to you
So give a little bit
Give a little bit of your time to me
See the man with the lonely eyes
Take his hand,
you'll be surprised
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
So find yourself,
we're on our way back home
Going home
Don't you need to feel at home?
Oh yeah, we gotta sing

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 3, 1972, Jethro Tull went to number one on the US album chart with "Thick As A Brick".
Thick As A Brick by Tull
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.The elastic retreat rings
the close of play
as the last wave uncovers
the new
fangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today --
and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages:
let them sing the song.
See there!
A son is born --
and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders,
and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker:
no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And
the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide
to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward
to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master --
thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he sees.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
who puts him to the run.
What do you do when
the old man's gone --
do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man --twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone --
you meet the stares.You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom withyour rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example
of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules. So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooksand show us all the way.
Well!
Make your will and testament.
Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
So!
Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him
fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach him to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies
wearing nylon scats are on the upgrade upgrade?
Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching,
they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner
on a premium bond win.
The legends
(worded in the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled
in
the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you?
Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night --
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you?
Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill
or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red --
while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices
in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.
So!
Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and
join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See!
The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well!
Make your will and testament.
Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for presidentlet
Let Robin save the day.
So!
Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be
thick as a brick.

Friday, June 02, 2006

doodle 348

This day in music history.

June 2, 1987, Classical guitarist Andres Segovia dies of a heart attack at the age of 94. He received a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1986. In the ceremony he is cited as the most brilliant and influential of all classical guitar players.
DLAK note: I saw Segovia live in 1979, it was unbelievable. The show was at the P.A.C. in Milwaukee. The crowd was mink coats and tux's. Of course we wore jeans and t shirts. All the beautiful people were there, from local politicians to pillars of industry. They almost kicked us out because I was dropping balloons off the balcony. When Segovia came out on stage he saw some people weren't seated yet and he turned around and walked back off stage. The ushers started freaking out, one of them told me Segovia had cancelled shows if everyone wasn't seated and silent when he came out. They closed the doors and ran around making everyone sit down and shut up. After about 15 minutes Segovia came back out and did the show. He came out for 3 encores which everyone said was a lot for him. The week after we saw him he played for the president of the U.S live on TV.

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Thursday, June 01, 2006

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This day in music history.

June 1, 1969, During their bed in for peace at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal, John and Yoko record "Give Peace a Chance". Along with John and Yoko are Tommy and Dick Smothers, Derek Taylor, Murray the K, Timothy Leary, Rabbi Abraham Feinberg, Derek Taylor, Petula Clark, Dick Gregory and members of the Canadian Radha Krishna Temple.
Give Peace A Chance
Two,
one, two, three, four
Ev'rybody's talking about Bagism,
Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism,
Tagism
This-ism, That-ism, is-m, is-m,
All we are saying is give piece a chance,
All we are saying is give piece a chance
C'mon Ev'rybody's talking about ministers,
Sinister, Banisters
And canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis,
and Pop eyes,
Bye, bye, bye byes
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Let me tell you now
Revoluton,
evolution,
masturbation,
Flagellation,
regulation,
integrations,
meditations,
United Nations,Congratulations
Ev'rybody's talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary,
Rosemary, Tommy Smothers,
Bobby Dylan,Tommy Copper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer,
Allen Ginsberg, Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna