All time classic. I love love love this song.
I think it's Them, actually. Van Morrison was certainly in Them, and they did this song. The story of Them and all that stuff...
Fantastic pair of picks there.Mulligan: I'd like to change It's A Hard Rain by Dylan to Don't Think Twice, It's All Right.
That is, if it's okay by everybody. It's a lovely sentiment and saves me three and a half minutes.It's the song I wanted originally, just had a brain cramp.
I am going to take a mulligan too on my Bee Gees song. I'm going to change Fanny for To Love Somebody. It's shorter, and I like it just as much.Mulligan: I'd like to change It's A Hard Rain by Dylan to Don't Think Twice, It's All Right.
That is, if it's okay by everybody. It's a lovely sentiment and saves me three and a half minutes.It's the song I wanted originally, just had a brain cramp.
You can do a 90 minute mix if you want.If my math is right, I have 4 picks left.
Same.When this draft is over I'd like to sign some undrafted free agents.
Not a tossed-off love, wikkid. I was actually prepared not to like it. What an awesome lyric it contained.12.xx - Hejira, Joni Mitchell
I want to honor the spirit of this draft. IRL, I would probably want at least double what we're limiting ourselves to here.You can do a 90 minute mix if you want.
In his widowed years of longing, in his windowed room of light
he lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life
his speckled beard a brush of colour, his spotted hands both grace and speed
I was the boy who came with evening, to sweep his floors and bring his tea
To the world he was the Master, his landscapes filled the gallery halls
but now he painted only portraits, unframed upon his private walls
subjects sitting-walking-laughing in playful flight or soft refrain
a thousand forms and colours, but every face the same
Across the page (across the ages) the moving hand of history bleeds
... for a kinder eye to see us, not as we are, but as we dream
A winter's night when I arrived there, he looked so tired and near the end
and as I cleaned his bench and brushes, I wished out loud to be like him
he said that art was only longing, trying to do what can't be done
and though he'd signed a thousand paintings, still he'd never finished one
As I finished up my sweeping, in his sleep he spoke her name
I looked again at all the portraits, each and every face the same
not as she was in pain or sorrow, but in timeless beauty seen
as she served his noble dream
Across the page (across the ages) the moving hand of history bleeds
... for a kinder eye to see us, not as we are, but as we dream
the song limit has been lifted by cos for those wishing to continue - just in case you want toCharlie Steiner said:If my math is right, I have 4 picks left. I'm going to first put up my pick for today, then later my picks for Saturday and Sunday and do the last one on Monday.
The next song is also one that I didn't consider for my list until recently even though I've heard it for years without it meaning much to me. The reason it has changed in significance for me is partly because I can pretty much count on it playing on the radio at some point whenever I'm on the road either to or from taking my son to college. I almost chose this one just for him, but that's not our dynamic. Instead, this is one last message for all of my kids. Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper
I keep to myself what I might share with others
But they don't seem to understand
I open my mouth to rediscover
That I don't have the words at my command
Holdin' out for a world so much better
But I'm a stranger in a stranger's land
All my friends have sold out, couldn't handle the pressure
Countin' their blessings, tryin' to salvage what they can
Children say, children say
"We open our minds as one"
But one more day slips away
Why don't the dreams of the young never come to be?
When I overhear my parents' conversations
Well, I'm struck by the things they say
It seems they traded the years for mere complications
Who ever thought it could end this way
They close the door but they can't lock it
'Cause somethin' of their childhood remains
And they've felt it before, when the man in their pocket
Counted the cost of their material gains
Children say, "Come what may
Be strong for the friends you've known"
But one fine day, far away
We will remember the love we used to own
Children say, children say
"We open our minds as one"
As one more day slips away
Why don't the dreams of the young never come to be?
Everybody hear them say
Well, you knew what I was sayin'
But did you know what it meant?
When you saw that look in my eye
Did you know it was heaven sent?
Was it all a waking dream?
All that time we must have spent
Well, I guess it must have been
Somehow that feelin' came and went
Children say, "Come what may
Be strong for the friends you've known"
But one fine day, far away
We will remember the love we used to own
Children say, children say
"We open our minds as one"
As one more day slips away
Why don't the dreams of the young never come to be?
its your funeralMulligan: I'd like to change It's A Hard Rain by Dylan to Don't Think Twice, It's All Right.
That is, if it's okay by everybody. It's a lovely sentiment and saves me three and a half minutes.It's the song I wanted originally, just had a brain cramp.
This song has been up for consideration for me. I still haven't decided.
I probably burned through a hundred AA batteries in my Walkman listening to this song back in the early 90s.This song has been up for consideration for me. I still haven't decided.
David Clayton Thomas creeps me out and I still love that songI assume spotlighting is not a thing in this draft, especially this deep in. There are two songs that have not been selected and I would have laid $50 they'd have been scooped up in the first two rounds.
And When I Die
Into the Mystic
I'm hoping for a @wikkidpissah story now. If there isn't one, I hope he'll wax eloquent about Laura Nyro
I had the matchless pleasure of watching the extraordinary Miss Nyro in recording sessions for her Smile album and i can assure you this - she did not wax.I'm hoping for a @wikkidpissah story now. If there isn't one, I hope he'll wax eloquent about Laura Nyro
he looks like a friendly high school geology teacher who says things like "rocks rock!!"
shark moveI am going to take a mulligan too on my Bee Gees song. I'm going to change Fanny for To Love Somebody. It's shorter, and I like it just as much.
and as a point of order, we don't want chaos in here, so I'm instituting a hard cap of fifteen mulligans.shark move
I only had the Happy/Sad album. I felt ambivalent about it.I had the matchless pleasure of watching the extraordinary Miss Nyro in recording sessions for her Smile album and i can assure you this - she did not wax.
I love stories like this about concerts. I have a few of my own. They always seem to happen at a Dead show.Round 12
I was a mid-level DeadHead from the mid/late 80s until Jerry's death - and still saw the various incarnations of the band afterwards. I did not travel with them but saw them whenever they were in the NY/NJ area as many times as I could (somewhere around 25 times as the Grateful Dead alone). It was in college and then early 20s so while I wasn't as drug addled as many of the DeadHeads I surely partook from time to time as well.
I was at this show that is linked below 6/17/91 at Giants Stadium. I was with a group of friends from college (the DeadHead crew). We were partying up in the parking lot, drinking smoking and I had even taken a dose of acid. Right before we were getting set to go in - with the acid kicking in as well - storm clouds moved in quickly and it started pouring rain and everyone seemed to take off in different directions to run into the Stadium. I was left there standing and was kind of bummed out that I was left behind. I considered just getting in my car and driving home but luckily some sanity kicked in (tripping and driving in a massive downpour of rain was obviously a terrible idea) and instead I headed towards the stadium. Without anyone from my crew to hang with, I did something I never had done before at a Dead show - I went looking for my actual ticketed seat and when I got there I sat down. There was a typical looking hippy-type DeadHead sitting in the seat right next to me - and as the band came out (and the sky had actually cleared up) and started playing the linked below song he turned to me and said "I like to smoke pot. Do you like to smoke pot?" and lit up his bowl. I said "yes" and he passed it to me. We hung out and had a great time and it was one of the best opening sets I remembered. During the set break I went and bought him a soda and said I was going to walk around a bit, he said "see you if you come back but if not enjoy" - I actually ended up finding some friends (not the same ones) and hung out for the second set and grooved. Grateful Dead shows were crazy like that - you just always ran into people that you know randomly.
Eyes of the World - The Grateful Dead
When my dad had a heart attack in '13, my brother and I flew down to Florida. We already knew he would probably not recover, and that we were likely coming down to say goodbye/pull the plug. We had made arrangements with one of his neighbors to pick us up from the airport, and we would just use my dad's truck to get around once we were there. We climbed into the truck, with the neighbor driving, my brother in the front and me in the back. I had not seen my dad for a few years, and we went from talking on the phone once per week to more like once per month. Anyway, from the back seat I noticed a cassette sticking out of the radio. Knowing that he was probably already gone, I was curious what the last cassette he had played was, but was also pretty sure I knew; "Let me guess what that tape is... Little Feat?" My brother checks the tape, and, sure enough, Little Feat. He and the neighbor both ask how I knew, and whether I had somehow seen it in advance. Nope- just somehow knew that that was probably what it was.9.xx - Your Sweet & Shiny Eyes, Bonnie Raitt
Greatest moment of my life. The dozen or so dates my boss, Bonnie Raitt, did with Little Feat were truly like running away and joining the circus. Lowell George was on a very weird cycle in those days - he'd come down from his ranch in the Tehachapis with over 250 lbs hanging from his 5' 6 frame, couple wks practice, 12 wks touring, 3 wks recording, back home to his ol' lady. Thing is, he pretty much didn't sleep the whole time and was pretty damn thin by the end. They say a speedball killed him, but the condition of his heart from that regimen didn't help.
Now, Lowell could jam 24 hours a day, but you gotta have someone to jam with and the rest of the band had long since tired of the hours their leader kept. So mgmt hired folks to hang with him on his "heaven plane". Bonnie had a major crush on Lowell - who was very married - so at the beginning of this tour, she was down for some jammin, long as the Beam was flowing & the herb was sweet. To hear Lowell & Bonnie musically flirt with each was a joy among joys. John David Souther - the best harmony singer i know of - was there a couple nights and the result was purely celestial.
Lowell had this song, written by someone else but it shonuff hit the vibe of the party. He & Bonnie & JD sang it a couple times, but Lowell's eyes were floating away so they stopped. He said,. "barbershop quartet" so Freebo took the bass part and they tried that. "Not enough bottom. Anybody do this?"
Well, your humble servant had been singing "Da hoombah hoombah"s since his voice changed and can actually get tone below C2, so i timidly raised my hand and for the next 20 minutes i was barbershopping with Lowell George, Bonnie Raitt & JDSouther as the Sweet & Shiny Eyes Quartet. The God of whatever ever those moments are kept my notes and tones pure, tight & free and, though he said nothing, my idol lifted his head and smiled like a frog that ate a dragonfly. I'm crying like a baby just remembering it, so nufced.
That's what makes it a world, son. Thought you should know that this is what i was listening to when i read your post. f'realWhen my dad had a heart attack in '13, my brother and I flew down to Florida. We already knew he would probably not recover, and that we were likely coming down to say goodbye/pull the plug. We had made arrangements with one of his neighbors to pick us up from the airport, and we would just use my dad's truck to get around once we were there. We climbed into the truck, with the neighbor driving, my brother in the front and me in the back. I had not seen my dad for a few years, and we went from talking on the phone once per week to more like once per month. Anyway, from the back seat I noticed a cassette sticking out of the radio. Knowing that he was probably already gone, I was curious what the last cassette he had played was, but was also pretty sure I knew; "Let me guess what that tape is... Little Feat?" My brother checks the tape, and, sure enough, Little Feat. He and the neighbor both ask how I knew, and whether I had somehow seen it in advance. Nope- just somehow knew that that was probably what it was.
That's a long round-about story, considering I f'in hate Little Feat, and they will not be a part of my playlist. IMO, my dad had some pretty crappy taste in music, and we were forced to listen to some awful, awful warbling as we grew up ( The Roches, anyone? or how about Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks?) However, from time to time, we could find common ground. One of those instances was with the Finn Brothers/Crowded House, along with a Kiwi named Bic Runga. So in honor of my dad, my next selection would be Good Morning, Baby.
I honestly have no concept of how someone could go about disliking Little Feat and have been amazed for over 40 years that they aren't the consensus Great American Band. Honest rock&roll with some jazz & funk on the edges, great gr00ves, stunning musicianship, funny, telling & imaginative songs. Loved 'em before i accidently came to briefly work with and know them and consider Lowell George, even though he was high on crystal meth or speedballs every moment i spent with him, the truest & nicest genius i've ever known. Believe me, these decades have gotten me comfortable with others not agreeing w me. Just hope y'all don't suffer for being wrong...That's fantastic. In all honestly, I should probably give them another shot. My tastes have certainly evolved over the years, so who knows...