Time is truly wastin'

"Ernie was taken aback that Ron had uttered 'bullshit.' When asked why he said the word, Ron simply replied, 'because it needed to be said" and "it's what people want to hear.'"

But you're not really here

The way that Karen sings "long ago, and so very far away" pierces my soul, somehow, transcending time and sending me back to the long carpet, record burbling on the stereo. Maybe it's the first song I could grasp as "song." But it's also that the voice, the voice is supernatural, it is the aural explication of yearning. It expresses and explains longing at all the same time.

Those three words immediately push out tears from I-don't-know-where.



I should add that this is what I assume to be one of the rare times Karen is seen playing drums, which was something she loved to do.

Wake me up.

Four years ago today:



Just exactly as I remembered
Every word
Every gesture
I'm a heart in cold ground


RadioHead - the kiNg of limbs - Separator

It's happening today.

Not what you think it's about.

I chase my vinyl dreams to Boogie Wonderland

Thank you for reminding us of "universal love and harmony." It wasn;t just in the words, it was in the joyous, joyous sounds. I've heard this song thousands of times and EVERY TIME my heart rises.

A holistic practitioner of sorts--New Age-y, if you will--once explained to me that when one dances, one's spirit literally rises up above the physical self. Or something like that.

That is exactly what happens when I hear EWF. And likely what Maurice was going for.

ALL THE RECORDS ARE PLAYING AND MY HEART KEEPS SAYING

Oh yeah!

This is in mind primarily because someone tried to break into my work office today -- but it somewhat describes the current, discouraging political health that's getting fevered starting today

And nothing has changed/Everything has changed

"Sunday?"

Because it's a prayer. Hear the key change at 2:19. "As on wings." Straight-up, old-school church hymn.

I'll call it a chant for peace in the middle of uncertainty.

If anything, he has captured the anxiety of entering the 21st century, before we separated from each other and became cynical.

I'm already standing on the ground.

Here we are again.

Another who constructed sonic wallpaper of my growing up is gone.

This is my first true love -



But this is Glenn in his earliest glory. Not his song, but he took it and made it, gently, his own.

I can see where I am goin’.

I didn't cry again all week until I watched this. Unexpected.



And this--conceived, created, costumed, not a rote revival, not a wink-and-give-'em-the-hits. A creation for this moment. Theatre. Life.

TRANSMISSION

December 15, 1979.

I have listened to this song at least 35 times this week alone.

And last December, only "The Man Who Sold the World" performance was screened within David Bowie Is at the MCA Now, straight from the poodle's mouth: