An allegory, in which Demon Alcohol gets the last word.
Continue reading...Song Of the week
172: Anúna, ‘Jerusalem’
Michael McGlynn’s Anúna invents traditional Irish Holy Music, Folk Music,neo-Gregorian Chants, New Age and Riverdance–all a cappella, in costume, in candlelight.
Continue reading...164: Bob Dylan, ‘Tangled Up in Blue’
Bob Dylan at his best. It don’t get no better than that.
Continue reading...167: James Blake, ‘Lindisfarne’
James Blake is the boy from the haunted house next door – Bela Lugosi’s visiting nephew. Haunting ain’t the word. He possesses you. Beacon don’t fly too high.
Continue reading...168: Neal Hefti, ‘Girl Talk’
Women are a superior breed to men, but everyone from God to James Thurber knows they sure like to talk. Girl Talk.
I personally wouldn’t have it any other way.
177: Joni Mitchell, ‘Woodstock’
50 years ago I was at the Woodstock festival, in the mud and the mire and the morass. Joni wasn’t, but she got it right in the song. True Woodstock is in the mind.
Continue reading...SoTW 14: The Woodstock Festival/הימים הטובים לפני ואחרי וודסטוק
50 years ago the Woodstock festival took place in upstate New York. I was there. I got wet and muddy and cranky and went back home after one night to listen to some of the same artists on my headphones.
Continue reading...163: Joni Mitchell, ‘For Free’
The albatross of fame and fortune. Young Joni crafting her disillusion into a gem, 1970.
Continue reading...