Showing posts with label Lowell George. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lowell George. Show all posts
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Somethin' Real, Somethin' To Feel
Another art-enhanced post seemed like the way to go today. Did anyone else see Neil Young play an all-out crazy version of 'A Day in the Life' on Farm Aid yesterday? Holy Toledo!
Just attempting to hold on, and make it to November 4th. My inner foolish optimist says that the result of that election will propel (many of) us into an extended period of public celebration and general shenanigans. I struggle with this sort of naivety from time-to-time. Hey, it beats dwelling on the stark reality of the vastly misinformed voter. That is crazy-making.
'I'm beggin' please darlin' put my mind at rest'...
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Lowell George,
my children,
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Monday, June 18, 2007
All That You Dream
Another song that has been in a semi-continuous loop in my head. It all began with the final scene of the final Sopranos episode. I was nuts about Little Feat during the Lowell George era. The clip below is now thirty years old. (Shit.)
I was twenty. (Sigh.)
Odd days continue. Everyone around me seems increasingly world-weary, even the ones that are good at the denial stuff. And "experts" wonder why drug and alcohol use has increased steadily? Please.
Some recent, random observations:
Everyone is suddenly a pirate. Why? Pop culture cracks me up.
Spectators at drag racing exhibitions should always sit in the nosebleed seats.
Dogs get better treatment than far too many human beings. Here's proof.
Pedal pushers are clearly out of control in this society.
Do women wear pants anymore?
"All That You Dream" Little Feat Rockpalast Germany 1977
I was twenty. (Sigh.)
Odd days continue. Everyone around me seems increasingly world-weary, even the ones that are good at the denial stuff. And "experts" wonder why drug and alcohol use has increased steadily? Please.
Some recent, random observations:
Everyone is suddenly a pirate. Why? Pop culture cracks me up.
Spectators at drag racing exhibitions should always sit in the nosebleed seats.
Dogs get better treatment than far too many human beings. Here's proof.
Pedal pushers are clearly out of control in this society.
Do women wear pants anymore?
"All That You Dream" Little Feat Rockpalast Germany 1977
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