This is likely me fav of Jesse's ... SO thematic to my life ... I love the eagle's perch in isolated nature ...

... Ridgetop ... ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1ILFZAR1vg&NR=1

Anyone else remember JJ Cale ... LOVE him!

Jesse Colin Young thoughts put me in the circuitry that displays JJ on my screen.

Didya know that the infamous 'Cocaine' song was his, covered by Eric Clapton? Lotsa others of his were made famous by other folks too; but his versions are ALL better to me ...

Here's a JJ Cale fav from the vault: ... ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdSrSFhi9Hk&feature=related

and a bit of funk ... ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SpDnTHixil4&feature=related

Witches Promise

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqzqxCSXAEo


Ian, ya gotta take something for that twitch!!


Cold Wind To Valhalla

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cgh6V-kXnv4 {/url]

Thick as a Brick

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcYDtGHCSxE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3wG3Oyr1Tm0

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

Eric Clapton was told his grand parents were his parents... at 16 he was told the truth, which included that who he believed was a sister 16 years older than him was really his birth mother... whoa

Hunting Girl

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ecP5vigstGw

One day I walked the road and crossed a field
To go by where the hounds ran hard.
And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased
To where the path was barred.
One fine young ladys horse refused the fence to clear.
I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared.
Crop handle carved in bone;
Sat high upon a throne of finest english leather.
The queen of all the pack,
This joker raised his hat and talked about the weather.
All should be warned about this high born hunting girl.
She took this simple mans downfall in hand;
I raised the flag that she unfurled.

Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb.
This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come.
Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth.
Her standing over --- me on my knees underneath.

My lady, be discrete.
I must get to my feet and go back to the farm.
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate,
I might come to some harm.
Im not inclined to acts refined, if thats how it goes.
Oh, high born hunting girl,
Im just a normal low born so and so.

whoa is right! Had to be because of his mother's age, no doubt..

Wow, yeah ... adversity ... bumps in the road sure can inform and be harnessed towards artistic and otherwise strengths ...

Explains the wreckage of his love life too, other than just the sex, drugs, and on the road rock 'n roll lifestyle!

And how did the name come to be?

The story goes that in the early days of the band, they would have to go by a different name so that they could be booked at different venues. The one time a particular club wanted them back a second time, they had to use the same name. That name was Jethro Tull.

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Way back in 1970, Genesis was searching for a new drummer. Roger Taylor (Queen drummer) was asked to fill the spot. He did not show up to audition. The drummer who took the position was Phil Collins.

Due to the rationing of petroleum and shallaque during World War II the production of 78 rpm records, the only commercial medium readily available to consumers at the time was practically halted. Many studios didn't even bother recording any artists during these years due to the fact they had no medium in which to sell them. Shellaque and petroleum are major ingredients used in the production of record albums. Think of all the great jazz and blues recordings that could have been made but never were during these years and how much music history could've been changed had artists had material released during this time.

The last word Gustav Mahler uttered before he died...."Mozart".

Tchaikovsky used to conduct with one hand on his head because he was afraid his head would fall off during performances.

It is said that the night Beethoven died there was a serious thunderstorm. There was a big flash of lightning and thunder and supossedly Beethoven sat up in bed and shook his fist in the air...then he died.

I know it's pretty much common knowledge but it's so amazing that it bears repeating.... Beethoven wrote the Ninth Symphony while entirely deaf. Think about THAT one.

Mozart wrote his first symphony at the age of 9. His father, like any capitalistic thinking person, decided to take the young child prodigy on a tour which was actually more like a freak show having him perform various musical parlor tricks such as playing while completely blindfolded and such. People that saw the young child genius were completely freaked out. Word of the amazingly gifted young Mozart soon spread quickly from town to town.

Today is Ben E. King's Birthday.

After John Lydon(aka Johnny Rotten) left The Sex Pistols their manager Malcolm McLaren replaced him with notorious train robber Rodney Biggs . The "new" Sex Pistols went on to release the ill fated album "Pirates Of Destiny" which quickly sank into obscurity. Some Sex Pistols tracks featuring Rodney Biggs can also be heard on The Sex Pistols album The Great Rock N Roll Swindle which also features Sid Vicious singing a cover of My Way by Frank Sinatra.

John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band is known primarily for the hit "On the Dark Side', made famous by the movie Risky Business. The name of the band was taken from a can of paint that was labeled 'Beaver Brown'.

The group 'Til Tuesday' got their name from a sign promoting their appearance. The owner of the venue didn't know their name but had prepared a sign without their name intending to put it up later. However he didn't. And the sign simply read "Now Playing. Til Tuesday"

Actually it wasn't Risky Business. John Cafferty and The Beaver Brown Band got famous for doing the soundtrack to the movie Eddie and the Cruisers. True about how they got their name though.