Was lucky to catch them twice in my neck of the PA boonz before they got huge (the Colbert bump in 2014, incidentally, played a major part in that), and once in Berlin.
Iâll have to check out their latest album. Didnât care much for the last couple.
2 of my faves from my long ago youth.
Yesterday, I finally concluded some business dealings with an âacquaintanceâ; she was extremely difficult to deal with. When I got home, Sunshine asked âHow did it go?? â Are you finished??â
And I started singing this âWizard of Ozâ songâŚ
Now its stuck in my headâŚ
âDing Dongâ is such an odd name for a witch.
While revisiting the amazing hidden Jagged Little Pill track Your house (I often sing it with changed lyrics, as in âwould you forgive me love, if I peed in your shower?â â something Iâd never do, of course⌠unless it were a cheating BF
), the side bar brought up this nugget. While I loathe MJ for the monster he was, this is a really great version, and proof that Ms. Eilish could do more than whisper most of her Ĺuvre
Iâm not disagreeing with you, but IMO he was as much victim as he was perpetrator. Joe Jackson was the real monster.
Abuse is often passed on from generation to generation. So the victim becomes the perpetrator.
Stand by Sly and the Family Stone.**
Tom Rushâs âRememberâ and John Prineâs âDear Abbyâ, and in the background the barrel bombs being fired in the neighborhood. Itâll be a long nightđľ.
While waiting on a replacement belt for my turntable, I have finally bought a streaming device, a little Audioengine. I started with some Mel Torme, a lot of Vivaldi, a few Bach cantatas, Respighi Ancient Airs and Dances, the best of BB King, some Oscar Peterson, and some sixties rock. Today feels like Coltrane and Butterfield Blues, but who knows?
Just ended up starting my musical day with Marin Marais, the Bells of St. Genevieve.
Olivia Rodrigoâs recent album, Guts. Itâs a surprisingly fun listen.