"No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
Darkness has covered my light
And has changed my day into night
Where is the love to be found?"
Concrete Jungle
Robert Nester Marley
on repeat since I woke up this morning.
Posted by
Deeply Depressed |
October 12, 2006 11:25 AM
Now that you mention it, I've been listening to a lot of dead people today. My iPod has shuffled through Johnny Cash (Orange Blossom Special & Ghost Riders in the Sky), Hendrix (The Wind Cries Mary), The Doors (When the Music's Over) and Sinatra (High Hopes & The Coffee Song). It may be time to update my library.
Posted by
Papson L. Jones |
October 12, 2006 12:44 PM
God talks to me, and I listen. But according to Nietzsche, God is dead. Hang on...
...
what's that? Yeah, dude, apparently you're dead. Get outta my head already. Go jabber in Bush's ear for a while, will ya?
Why, yes, I am listening to Kenny G at this very moment. (And it was truly said long ago that a near-death experience was a front-row seat at a Kenny G concert.)
Posted by
Jim 'Mojo' Morrison |
October 12, 2006 8:14 PM
Gurldoggie: Yup. I think I'm going to cry a little bit now, again. That's the best song of all time, though oddly it's not my favorite McLennan one: "Bye Bye Pride" is. The oboe solo.
Posted by
Fnarf |
October 13, 2006 11:34 AM
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Stop scaring me, Graves. I just pulled out his last record (American V: A Hundred Highways to play.
I'm listening to Chris Whitley.
i am listening to blind melon, so yes, i suppose i'm listening to a dead man as well.
rip, shannon hoon.
I'm listening to Danny Gatton. Damn, that guy could play.
Dean Martin!!
"No sun will shine in my day today
The high yellow moon won't come out to play
Darkness has covered my light
And has changed my day into night
Where is the love to be found?"
Concrete Jungle
Robert Nester Marley
on repeat since I woke up this morning.
Hendrix. But his undead mojo is still wafting over this land.
Now that you mention it, I've been listening to a lot of dead people today. My iPod has shuffled through Johnny Cash (Orange Blossom Special & Ghost Riders in the Sky), Hendrix (The Wind Cries Mary), The Doors (When the Music's Over) and Sinatra (High Hopes & The Coffee Song). It may be time to update my library.
I heard an old Cory Lidle interview on NPR this morning.
I should fire up that "Cattle and Cane" video on YouTube again, I guess.
Oddly enough, I just was listening to Stevie Ray Vaughan followed by Jerry Garcia. XM Radio is a great thing.
Just back-up singing I guess, but Wall of Voodoo. Dead man in the mix? Guitarist Marc Moreland (2002).
Bunch of fucking hippies on this blog.
God talks to me, and I listen. But according to Nietzsche, God is dead. Hang on...
...
what's that? Yeah, dude, apparently you're dead. Get outta my head already. Go jabber in Bush's ear for a while, will ya?
Does listening to my boss count?
I was playing Fela Kuti earlier today, who is dead, and now I'm listening to Capt. Beefheart, who may as well be.
Fnarf,
I followed your suggestion back to that Go-Betweens video. Man, what a beautiful song. Grant McLennan, R.I.P.
Why, yes, I am listening to Kenny G at this very moment. (And it was truly said long ago that a near-death experience was a front-row seat at a Kenny G concert.)
Danny Whitten and "I Don't Want to Talk About It"
Gurldoggie: Yup. I think I'm going to cry a little bit now, again. That's the best song of all time, though oddly it's not my favorite McLennan one: "Bye Bye Pride" is. The oboe solo.
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