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.

Random play: A place to sweat

Also, this:



I'd rather be cold in Montreaux.

Random play: ...I'm going to cut you into little pieces

If I had to venture outside today (which, thankfully, I do not have to), this would be playing in my mind.

Pink Floyd - One Of These Days (Official Music Video) from BigDaddyAEL1964 on Vimeo.

Give me hope.

Peace on Earth today and every day.

WAR IS OVER (if you want it)

Watch this film.

Random Play: Someone's just outside, knocking at my door

This is what I like to call men's Seventies v-neck shirt music. To wit.

Jazz guitarist, uncredited sitter-in with Pink Floyd and purveyor of the Synthaxe, Lee Ritenour seems to be seems to be fairly reviled in most music quarters. Guessing from the sounds I'm sampling, this "true fusionist" probably laid the a lot of the sonic foundation for early Smooth Jazz radio.

I remember this track from the time it charted--probably from MTV, which apparently played this video on Day One. That's right, this guy was on MTV.

I dig this track because it sounds like taking a boat to Sausalito while drinking white wine in the late Seventies; or, rather, it sounds like Toto.

Also, his other album titles--Lee Ritenour's Gentle Thoughts and Captain Fingers, made me giggle.


Lee Ritenour - Is It You by PeteRock

Got no mass appeal.

Post by The Replacements.

There's no problem, only solutions

Imagining peace. Being still and watching may be the first step.

Random Play: I've been doing some whining, now I'm doing some finding

Oh, what a delicate little gemstone the radio gave me today. Fluffy flakes fell outside my window, and these big, fluffy strings trilled and swooped. It's a composition by Denny Laine, formerly of The Moody Blues and futurely of Wings (with Paul McCartney), sung by Colin Blunstone, who also made "She's Not There" smooth as buttah for The Zombies. And Colin was clearly the teen lust receptacle for The Zombies, as this appearance on Hullabaloo shows.

I mean, I was shredding my voice and my wallet over some British boys with dramatic cheekbones and kissable lips (albeit covered in gloss) only two decades later.

Colin's still had a bit of the palpitation-causing intensity when he went solo in '72. At least I think so, today, in this tight room under a gray sky, hearing this precisely-cut voice.

And everything will be cool.