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Mix Tape Draft for your Wake or End of Life - now underway (1 Viewer)

11.xx  Shape of My Heart, Sting. First hearing this song was the musical equivalent of finding my doppelganger. Didn't know there was art by anyone but me that could so capture who i am.

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart

If I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape
The shape of my heart

In 1983, proved to my satisfaction that showbiz had nothing else for me and not wanting to return to the psych biz which was starting to turn away from me because of my union activities and lack of initials after my name because i didn't not want to spend years learning a "science" i'd many times proved wrong, i moved to Reno to play the horses for a living. I was raised in horse-racing - the family who raised me Ma after her parents died were li'l Sicilian folks a couple of whom were exercise riders & jockeys - i was around Suffolk Downs when the MIT kids invented speed handicapping and had just spent a year between auditions paying Manhattan rent @ OTB, so it made sense to ply the Big Board (totes of all the nation's racetracks) for my wages

As is not uncommon, there was a poker room next to the racebook at my favorite casino and there was always a game going in the back of the room that looked pretty serious. In this era where 99% of center-dealt poker games were limit, this was the only pot-limit hold em game outside Vegas or Texas. The day boss was a horseplayer, so i started asking him about the game. I had to spend from 10am-7pm at the racebook to chart all the races, but had plenty of time to kill in between, so the boss gave me the remote so i could flip from race to race and i started to learn flop games.

But i wanted that game in the back. For those who know their poker history, regulars included Tuna Lund, WSOP champ Brad Daugherty, Ray Zee, Freddy Deeb, and the fish was a jeweler who smoked a phone pole of a cigar like it was his lover and had concentration-camp #s tattooed on his forearm, which he'd flash and say "I've always been lucky" each time he won a big pot. Wasn't but a coupla weeks before i made my way back there and, though i took my lumps early on, i knew this was where i belonged. Played poker & horses for a living for the next five years til the IRS locked the Silver Club down for tax evasion and Northern NV went almost a decade without a PL/NL game, so i moved to the other side of the table for the next 20 yrs.

Poker offered what psych didn't in my search to employ my intuitive talents - the chance to exploit personality for fun & profit - and my years as a player were the most highly-tuned of my life. It's not easy for a kind-hearted sociopath to find his niche, but those particular 52 fetishes of luck and the fools who don't understand the art of them (my mentor used to say "don't have to work very hard to win when everybody else is trying so hard to lose") found me mine.

 
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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

 
rockaction said:
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.  
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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.

 
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

 
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12.xx - Hejira, Joni Mitchell

We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Time to begin wrapping up. I've one lyrical song about my hopes for the world, an instrumental before i take the pill, another one to go out on. I had a number of candidates for my existential song, but none of them had the interplay between the icy warmth of Joni Mitchell's brilliance and Jaco Pastorius's utter tactility, winding around each other til they formed their very own strand of musical DNA. This was your turbulent, peripatetic servant - he was ever so grateful for the chance....

Complete lyric:

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shocked love away

There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed

I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line

Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...strains of Benny Goodman
Coming through' the snow and the pinewood trees

I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones

I know, no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality

In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years

We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone

White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way

 
simey said:
You can do a 90 minute mix if you want. 
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I want to honor the spirit of this draft.  IRL, I would probably want at least double what we're limiting ourselves to here.

Next up, with the chance to tug on my wife and kids' heartstrings complete and just 3 songs left, I'm going to circle back around to Level 42.  Just like their other song I chose, it's here for the timeless quality I found in it, including a marvelous insight and the first of 3 last messages I would like to leave for the world. From an album released long after the peak of their commercial success, here is A Kinder Eye.

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
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Charlie 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
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the song limit has been lifted by cos for those wishing to continue - just in case you want to

15 songs - 75 minutes

20 songs - 90 minutes

 
I'm buried at work and have guests in town, so I haven't had time to keep up with this.  I was close to the end of my list anyway, so I'm going to wrap it up with this:

10.   My Chemical Romance--Welcome to the Black Parade.   Whether I re-order my list at some point or not, this is how I want to finish it.   This video is godawful, by the way.

It's a pretty emo way to end it, but I've always like this song, and my daughter started listening to them a couple years ago.  

 
For my next to last song, one last look inward while reaching out: Children Say - Level 42.

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?
 
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simey said:
This song has been up for consideration for me. I still haven't decided.
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I probably burned through a hundred AA batteries in my Walkman listening to this song back in the early 90s.

ETA: In current times, Into the Mystic Pizza should be the song to send me on my way.

 
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Dr. Octopus said:
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
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I love stories like this about concerts.  I have a few of my own.  They always seem to happen at a Dead show.

 
wikkidpissah said:
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.
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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.

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'm several days behind, so I'm going to get four more picks in that I've been thinking about this week, including my closer (I'll probably still come up with one or 5 more...).

Anyway- my next two picks are both dedicated to my wife, to the extent that if I were to outlive her, I would also play these at her funeral/wake.

Let me preface the first by saying that I really dislike Christine McVie. If it were up to me, Fleetwood Mac would have been Stevie and Lindsey on vocals, and that's it. But this song is so impactful, and her vocal so beautiful, it just resonates with me. Just a beautiful song. Fleetwood Mac- Songbird

 
Tecumseh said:
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.

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.
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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'real

 
wikkidpissah said:
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'real
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That's fantastic. In all honestly, I should probably give them another shot. My tastes have certainly evolved over the years, so who knows...

 
Tecumseh said:
That's fantastic. In all honestly, I should probably give them another shot. My tastes have certainly evolved over the years, so who knows...
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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...

ETA: Here's to your ol' man  :banned:

 
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