Friday, November 8, 2019

What did I know?




She used to jog with this playing on the Walkman. Though one of Henley's top songs, it's not really been one of my favorites - until I heard this 'contemplative' presentation tonight.

Saturday, November 2, 2019

Until we meet again

Earlier this year, I lost someone who for many years was very dear to me. This past week, I learned that another who was once close, had also passed recently. Life isn't for the faint of heart.



I suppose if I were a bit older, Dylan would be the standard bearer for my generation, and certainly there are many turns-of-phrase that he made emblematic of the era. But in my life, it's more frequently been Messrs. Browne and Henley (and sometimes Waters/Gilmour) who've written the lyrics that have resonated most.

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Put on your bell bottoms!

It's Saturday night, and I've locked the doors to the Wayback Machine, and started the motor. Let's see where she takes us...



Just a couple of boys from Oklahoma and Arkansas. Trivia note: Russell Bridges was Gates' piano player in his high-school band The Accents, in Tulsa. You might remember him as Leon Russell.

And a song that I'm not really sure how popular it was in the USA, as I was in Europe that whole year, where it was very popular. This is the extended version with mutliple movements. Still one of my favorites:



The chicks aren't bad, either.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Friday, October 18, 2019

Et tempus fugit

So, I guess mentioning Seals & Crofts in the prior post dislodged a couple of brain cells, whisking me to a time of hope and  belief that anything was possible. I'm not suggesting I've become cynical, but, you know, life...



What a great song, and great memories!

Non omne quod nitet aurum est, ode to the alchemists

I guess I'm kinda in a country mood tonight.



Although the original version of this song is great, the solid gold talent on the Ryman stage is amazing. Along with Dan, probably half of that assemblage has left us (Chet, Waymore, Roy, Glen, and possibly others).

I don't recall seeing Mr. Seals in concert as a solo artist (unless possibly at Billy Bob's), but I do remember seeing him, as England Dan, with John Ford Coley at the Music Mill Amphitheatre at SFOT, circa 1977, and in that same summer and venue, saw his brother with Mr. Crofts.

There seems an elegiac feel to this song, especially so in the studio version with the whistling coda.

Oh, for the days before auto-tune and Pro-Tools...