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Song of the Day — Harry James

February 28, 2010
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It’s Been A Long Long Time

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Song of the Day — Ryan Montbleau

February 27, 2010
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This is a local guy named Ryan Montbleau, but the first time I heard it on the radio I swear I thought Stevie Wonder had started making music again.

Already There


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Song of the Day — Old 97s

February 26, 2010
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Jagged


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Bleak Hows

February 25, 2010
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Sorry, folks.  The ghosts are swarming these days.  It’s hard for me to find meaning, let alone to create it.

I’ll try to keep posting the music, at least.  Hope you enjoy it.


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Song of the Day — Fleetwood Mac

February 25, 2010
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Landslide


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Song of the Day — The Who

February 24, 2010
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The Real Me


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Swamp Ghosts — Introduction

February 24, 2010
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Sometimes in the middle of the day the sun fades.  Occasionally, BAM!, it’s as if someone hit the light switch.  More often it’s insidious, gradual, as if someone were carefully adjusting the dimmer.

My cherished friends fade with the sun.  This weird half-light distorts them.  They shrink, as if I were viewing them through the wrong end of a telescope.  I don’t know where they go, or what they do during these times.  I am just thankful that they reappear with the sun.

Some of them are persistent buggers.  They call to me, keep shouting though it hurts their throats.  They tell me things, like:

it’s just a solar eclipse, or

high clouds are making the day hazy, or

it’s just fog, it will pass, or

I’m standing in a dark cave, didn’t I notice? or

my glasses are dirty, or

I’ve been hit on the head and should recover soon, or

my favorite

I’m wearing a blindfold, what the fuck do I think happens to the light if I wear a blindfold?

I love my friends.  The shouting at me, the shining of flashlights into my eyes, the slap to the face or the arm around the shoulder all help.  But they are wrong.

The problem is ghosts.

Ghosts leak, sometimes flood, into the world.  Like high clouds or an eclipsing moon, they hover between me and the sun, refracting light and reflecting heat back into space.  Like a dense fog, they muffle sound and smells.  Like a blow to the head, they slow my thoughts and reactions.

Finally they get my attention.  I look into the mirror, see myself distorted and tiny as if I’m looking again through the wrong end of that telescope, reverse the telescope to magnify the picture, and lo and behold — it’s not a person at all!  Ghosts have stolen the person, have fooled me by stuffing straw into my old clothes and propping me up.  They love this game.  It’s like an Easter egg hunt, only they hide me instead of eggs, and they don’t even dye me any nice colors.

I sigh.  Shake the straw into the trash can.  Step out of the clothes.  Step through the mirror, and look for where they hid me.  This game is really tiresome, although I admit it is still a thrill when I find me.


Song of the Day — John Lennon

February 23, 2010
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God


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Song of the Day — Leonard Cohen

February 22, 2010
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New quiz!  Kudos to Kimberly for knowing the correct answer to yesterday’s Liz Phair/Nirvana smackdown.

Here is the question:  Bob Dylan is generally thought of as the master lyricist of the past 50 (ok, 49) years.  He deserves it for range, for volume, and for longevity.  But has he ever written a lyric that could touch this one by Leonard Cohen?

Suzanne

This is a lyric that I memorized in college, sung in a, um, not-very-dynamic-way.  Heard it a million times.  Yet still find new meanings hidden among the garbage and the flowers.

Back to the question:  Does Dylan have a single song to compare?  A Hard Rain’s A Gonna Fall always blows me away, as a tour-de-force of opening lines.  Could be turned into a fabulous old-timey epic poetic saga.  But is just a box of beautiful fragments, unassembled.  Visions of Johanna is a nice extended verse, like Ballad in D, and many of those mid-60s verses that go so well with a bong and a dorm room.  4th Time Around?  A nasty, cruel song that would come close if he didn’t get cute.  Maybe he’s just best at the perfect simple verse, like Blowin’ in the Wind, Forever Young, Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.

Maybe the next question is:  Who writes the best “fuck you” song — Bob Dylan or Elvis Costello?  And which is it?  Winner gets to relive whichever awful breakup is evoked by listening to that song again.  I mean, winner gets to see the song posted in a future blog entry.


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Song of the Day — Liz Phair vs. Nirvana

February 21, 2010
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I need help with this one.  Was the most brilliant album of the early 1990s Exile in Guyville, by Liz Phair?

Stratford-On-Guy

Divorce Song

Or was it Nevermind, by Nirvana?

Lithium

Polly


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