great nostalgic trip
buddy rich was a legend in his own time like Peart. what a style. I have recording Rich did with nat King Cole and Lester F-ing Youngāa cult session now.
thanks for making me remember how good Portishead was in the day
@r0ckhopper right back at you with my favorite soundcheck of all time
@Darius Journey does not belong on the otherwise fun looking Sershen cover album. they were the dealbreaker : even though that is one of the best Kiss songs.
@z580c DKās YESSSSS! Do JFA next! From that era and Los Angeles, X will always steal my heart
best 2 minute rave-up Jerry Lee Lewis cover I ever heard
there were 44 non-rhyming stanzas (couplets) in this song, all unique. The one I canāt seem to shake is āRowena was an artistās daughter/The deeper image shook her up.ā
Laurie Anderson, Amelia (2024), āIndia and On Down to Australiaā
Amelia chronicles Amelia Earhartās final flight in 1937.
Iāve done three versions [the first in 2000] of Amelia that are very distant cousinsā¦ [W]e recorded the new version remotely during the pandemic withā¦ [Czech orchestra] Filharmonie Brnoā¦
[Amelia Earhart] wrote telegrams to her husband, who was also her press agent, and loved to tell the world where she was. She was the original blogger. She was very connected to her public, especially women. Sheād go: āLadies, youāre in your kitchen and Iām in my cockpit at 10,000 feet.ā
The thing that made me really want to write about her is that she said that, if she made it through that last flight, she wanted a workshop for girls to do woodworking, engines, metal. In the 1930s, women did cooking and cleaning.
Fast forward 87 years and how many women are in engineering and so on? Not enough.
The lyrics quote from Amelia's telegrams to her husband
June 17. Karachi.
Black eagles at five hundred feet.
Hills roll like carpets, down to the waterās edge.
Southerly winds, a mist, a sudden sandstorm.
A sudden sandstorm, a sudden sandstorm.
Far below are factories and jute mills
Glaring in the sun.
June 18. Gray skies. Gray skies.
We land at Dum Dum Airport, Calcutta.
Streets are wide. White bulls are walking everywhere.
Passed the many mouths of the Ganges
And the Brahmaputra rivers.
Of the Ganges and the Brahmaputra rivers.
The hazy contours of the mountains
Waters of Port Darwin a vivid green
Boats below are fishing for pearls.
Fishing for pearls. Bought a knife.
Shipped the parachutes home today
Shouldnāt need them anymore.
Shouldnāt need them. Not over the open ocean,
Where thereās no place to land.
No place to land. No place to land.
Currents by Tame Impala
The Incredible String Band, The Hangmanās Beautiful Daughter (1968), āA Very Cellular Songā
These lyrics always make me smile:
Who would go and who would come
Or who would simply linger
And who would hide behind your chair
And steal your crystallised ginger
Thanks to Beat-Club, we can enjoy some live performances from 1970: