Just give me some truth

...now

Pushing the barriers.

The beautiful ones U always seem 2 lose

I'm so glad that I found someone to believe in again

Happy birthday. We need you, always.

Happy Birthday: It's about to be writ again

Love is a flower.

If you put your mind to it you can surely do it

Master songwriter, Chicago son.

I choose me.

I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you're in it all the same.
-Mary Oliver

Happy birthday: Breathe through the years

This song hits me every time I hear it. 

The artist questions, and answers it. When it's time to leave, does he want to remember the 70s--his 70s? Do any of us--our 70s? We can have 70s that aren't in that decade, the "killing time" years. I had a few; they were probably in the mid-oughts.

We can let them go; they don't matter any more aside from what they might've forged or made fall away.

Breathe through the years.

What's wrong with that?

Happy birthday, Macca. See you in exactly three weeks.

Happy Birthday: Fill your heart

It was "square" of him to do it, but Bowie fancied and fashioned this song. 



Here, have three hours-plus of the lad to fill your heart.

...and you know that for sure

The answer.

[lyrics redacted]

Happy Birthday 2 U


Prince - Head 1986 by Melanie_Greene

There's someone on your shoulder

On the way to becoming the most re-posted track on this blog, when I hear it, as I did this morning when it came up on shuffle, I dearly wish I could do this on my birthday this year, too.

Around, around, around, around, around

Sister Birthday Edition.

Whenever, where ever

I don't need to say more.



Except maybe this:



...and don't break nothin'.

Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight

I remember watching this broadcast. Happy birthday, Warren.

Enjoy every sandwich.

We kissed as though nothing could fall

I swear Shuffle shuffled up this--this, my most beloved song* by this man on my mind today (and a lot of days)--for me tonight while I was walking beneath the engorged stars and across from my night-gilded city and beside the lake that gradated from alien green by the shore to ink way out there.

It was so god damn beautiful.



*I realize that, because I first truly engaged with this song when it played over the credits of the end of the CBS Sports broadcast of the 1998 Winter Olympic Games in Nagano, Japan, my love of it probably is and should be suspect. But, hell, I don't know, I'd heard it before, and I'm sure very recently before that on WKLH, but I remember this moment because it stopped me across the room, my bedroom in the apartment on Bartlett. It was around the time I was starting to think about moving to Chicago, yes, and while that doesn't have anything to do with why CBS Sports was playing it as it scrolled all the names of the technicians and camera people and coffee people and translators and ski wranglers and what-have-you who'd worked long hours for weeks in a foreign country (which itself is not a an achievement that necessarily deserves an accolade such as "hero"), I find it wonderful and strange that I think back to that moment that this song first (or finally) wove a spell over me at the very moment that I'm gaping at the skyline of the place that was merely a flicker of a possibility in the back of my mind while I was busy being spellbound by Bowie in the front. Or, rather, struck still by the decision of a Bowie-loving television network producer.

I've loved this song since 1998.

Give me things that don't get lost.

Happy birthday, Neil. I would have posted that Massey Hall clip from 1971, but I want to expose the fact that you have not lost a particle of passion since you were the young man that was a lot like the old man.



Also, I have to find this 45.

I've had enough of reading things / By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

"Just gimme some truth--"



We need you now more than ever, man.