I got stoned in the parking lot with my friend and some random guy. Um.
You, Amy? Quelle surprise!
(I tease because I love)
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
I got stoned in the parking lot with my friend and some random guy. Um.
You, Amy? Quelle surprise!
(I tease because I love)
Me! Imagine it!
I did see Sting on the Dream of the Blue Turtles tour. Thinking of him performing "Roxanne" with no accompaniment other than his guitar and Branford Marsalis on soprano sax still gives me mega goosebumps.
Oh yes, Barb! (I saw it on vide, but still, gorgeous!)
Which reminds me that I must track down a DVD a rip an mp3 of it (I used to have a tape cassette of it that I made when I was wee by putting the boombox next to the TV).
That and his closing number of "Message in a Bottle" where he just keeps the refrain going and going and the crowd is singing and they're all sending out an S.O.S., sending out an S.O.S.sendingoutanSOSSENDINGOUTANSOS "Thank you, Goodnight!"
Dream of the Blue Turtles was the first album that I actually loved, rather than pretending to like the popular music that all my friends were digging. And while I love The Police and find them more enjoyable, and while much of Sting's latter work might be more monotone and sometimes embarrassing, I love it more because I see him experimenting and playing and mixing and matching styles, and sometimes it works, and sometimes not, but it's simply a joy to see him trying new things in ways that others haven't, exploring music and himself and continually reaching for something new. And if nothing else, I could read his lyrics like a book of poems, simply enjoying his use of language sans the embellishment of sound.
got stoned in the parking lot with my friend and some random guy.
Hee hee. You reminded me of going to the first Lollapalooza. It was at The World Music Center outside Chicago. Newly built I guess they were trying not to irritate the neighbors but it was pretty impossible to hear anything from the lawn seats. The only thing that made it bearable was the couple of "old guys" on the blanket behind us who shared their smoke with us.
A few days later I got a letter from my brother who'd just been to Hootenanny with another "old guy" and he talked about how they'd shared their pot with a couple of kids on the blanket in front of them. Weird concert lawn synchronicity.
I'm in Nashville after a great reading at Grimey's last night with Will Kimbrough kicking the ass out of a few Richard Thompson songs. The audience was generous and kind and a good time (I think) was had by all.
Amazon's download deal today is Coltrane's My Favorite Things for $.99.
Well, that's a bummer-- LeRoi Moore, sax man for Dave Matthews Band died yesterday.
Think I'll go listen to "Satellite."
Yay!!!!
(BOSTON –August 20, 2008) Artifacts 20th Century presents the Boston-area reunion concert of The Feelies at the Roxy, 279 Tremont St., Boston on Saturday, Oct. 11, 2008, 7:30 p.m. Doors open at 6:30 p.m. Tickets are $26 and are on sale Friday Aug. 22 at 12 noon at through Tix.com or by phone at (800) 595-4849
This will be first Feelies show in Boston in 17 years, following several sold out shows in New York in July. "Nerdy, nervous and noisy," (All Music Guide) and once called "the best underground band in New York" by The Village Voice, the Feelies were a strong influence on many indie-rock bands to follow. The band formed in 1976 in New Jersey, releasing four albums, including the seminal Crazy Rhythms and the Peter Buck-produced The Good Earth.
The Roxy is located at 279 Tremont Street in Boston’s Theatre District, and is handicapped accessible. For more information, call (617) 338-7699.
Awesome!
Tom -- You'd be welcome to stay with us that night, if you want to come.