I don’t know if this will be a series of posts or a one-off, but I’d bet on the former. Often based on April’s superior ear for musical similarities, we find an unexpected tie between a current hit and an old song.
Some years ago, when Mike was working for a New York-based company, the idea occurred to us that the perfect holiday gift was a thoughtful music mix. Such a tribute wasn’t so pricy as to be uncomfortable for any party involved, and it was a gift of the heart. We made a Texas-music based holiday […]
Anytime I find myself in a fit of introspection, I go back to this one. When you’re in transition, as I am now, it rings home. Here’s a video apparently shot in a Starbucks here in Dallas. Looks like the Uptown location to me: And in its full glory:
Image via Wikipedia If you know me at all, you know I’m music-obsessed. That’s why any post I give a damn about has a soundtrack. I’ve been using the Yahoo Media Embedder for some time, but it’s a dangerous toy. While it allows me to upload tracks I own to the blog, it leaves them […]
Dedicated to all my friends working on annual budget projections. And, sadly, probably not the worst theme song for election day. V-Roys: “Lie I Believe”
Image via Wikipedia Buried in the sad news of the death of Soul legend Solomon Burke: “Burke had 21 children, 90 grandchildren, and 19 great-grandchildren.” Yeegads. No wonder Burke “enjoyed a special relationship with the Catholic Church throughout his life.” When I tweeted about this, a friend pointed out that Screamin’ Jay Hawkins sired at least 55. Fair […]
It’s rare these days that someone can dredge up an artist who isn’t brand-spanking new that I a.) don’t recognize and b.) love. Most recently, Top Gear turned me on to the criminally under-recognized (in the US) Seasick Steve, whom I love. But I’ve found myself listening to an ungodly amount of Serge Gainsbourg ever since […]
For me, Sam Cooke’s is the definitive version. If this ain’t the American Dream, I don’t know what is: “Your daddy’s rich, and your maw is good lookin’.” I won’t go so far as to call Sam’s line reading malevolent, but it’s calculating and a bit cynical. I like that.
Yeah, this is a re-post, albeit a different version — one that also requires me to use my old method of posting. For those who’ve been napping, let me summarize: Todd Snider = my personal poet laureate. Named the blog after his song for several reasons. I dredge it back up for a couple reasons: […]
Somehow this song always seems to find me when I’m thinking a lot about a friend or friend’s family in serious condition. That’s appropriate, given that it’s a track off of Warren Zevon’s final album, produced while he was dying of cancer. It’s got a celebratory, whistling in the dark, thumbing your nose at the reaper […]