Now you've got me hopped up on that

I'll cast aside the problematic (and really, really obvious) metaphor, and the voice mechanization, and the crap quality of this clip, and and just roll around in the falsetto and the louche grandness of this song I can't get out of my head. JT's left town, and even though I didn't go, I've been waking up with this in mind every day since.

The silver moon and the evening time

The greatest cover artist of the 70s? Yes. A favorite from way, way back. Yes.

Oh, the sublimity of the E and Em, how she wrings it out!

You, soft and only

Another new old beloved for my new machine.

A lesson to be learned.

Written, in response to a challenge, before having to go to the airport--a last-minute task wholly and unabashedly unrelated to a gotta-be-someplace deadline.

Just like I'd do. No wonder I've always liked this gentle sliver of a song.

Woke up and thought "This ain't exactly heaven"

This is a commemorative recommitment post. I will post. I will, I will! It's summer, after all, and if I have to sit at this screened box all day weekdays, when I am not gazing out of the window at the beckoning brightness, I should be rooting around in here.

I don't know why, but I woke up today determined to listen to The Specials. Being part of a super-nichey movement back when niches didn't really exist (at least not the way they do now) didn't preclude their political stance, one that's genuine despite the jump-up-and-down-at-the-party sound.

Ska just sounds like fun unlimited to me, at least.

So that's probably why I want to hear some, as midsummer peaks and more fun is on the horizon (or should be).

So I shan't be concerned with the other side of the road

Thanks to Badu for this reminder.

Sometimes i just wanna bump The Isley Brothers, play a hand of spades and let the box fan blow my sins away. http://t.co/DQvZglIyQS
— ErykahBadoula (@fatbellybella) June 29, 2013

Soulflower take me flying with you

Somehow--convenience or environment--I navigated to this on a short afternoon trip outside today, a puffy-clouded stunner. Now I know that this counts among my must-play start-of-summer-songs, the ones you play when the whole summer--and its possibilities--lay out before you like a lawn so fresh and warm it sparkles.You know it will be good, because it is inherently good, if only in the depth and amount of time, daylight time, it gives us--and you hope it will be better even beyond that wide-sky truth.



I think puff means something else here, but roll with it, roll with it.

To reach there

Guess I'll take my time...

She was waiting outside the door

Today:

I climbed a mountain and I turned around