Friday, January 31, 2014

Lanegan

A little song that never seems to leave me...

"One Hundred Days"

There is no morphine, I'm only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
Something good


Saturday, January 25, 2014

Love Rock

A snippet from an interview by Shawn Smith of Brad about Andy Wood.


Shawn of Brad: So "Gentle Groove," I had a 4-track and a little reverb unit. Andy lived across the street from me, and sometimes he would call me over to bring over my 4-track, because he had a song or something. So I recorded him doing the first version of "Gentle Groove." That was cool. And then I got to see a soundcheck a little while later, the full version with the band, with Love Bone. And it was just mind blowing. To see something go from a little acoustic song on my 4-track and then transferred into a band with two Marshall stacks, it was just a huge songwriting moment, where it's like, "Oh, that's what happens." You can have the little, teeny thing, and then you can put it in a band and make magic just explode.

I didn't go to college, but I have these master teachings that I witnessed, and that's one of them.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Into the Void (Sealth)...



Cover of Black Sabbath's "Into the Void", with the original lyrics replaced by words of protest by Chief Sealth (Seattle) *taken from "Satan Oscillate My Metallic Sonatas" promo cd.

Listen to Into the Void (Sealth) 

Into the Void

The white man doesn't understand our ways
For he's a stranger who comes in the night
And takes from the land just what he needs

Oh yeah

He treats his brothers like his enemies
When it's completed he moves on
He leaves his father's grave and his birthright
His birthright is forgotten
The air is precious to the red man
For all things share the same breath
The white man won't notice the air he breathes
Like a man dying for many days

All right now

The whites must treat the beasts of his land
As his brothers not his enemies
Tell me what is man without the beasts
I'll bet he will die of loneliness

One thing we know that the white man will
We know our god is the same god
You may think you wish to own him
Own him as you wish to own our land
But he is the body of man
And the earth is precious to him
Continue to contaminate your bed
And you will suffocate in your waste


Monday, January 6, 2014

Desert Island Albums...


QOTSA: Songs for the Deaf

"I need a saga...what's the saga..it's Song for the Deaf...you can't even hear it" ~ You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar But I Feel Like a Millionaire


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Concrete Wa

There are hundreds of small shows happening everyday, in every 'ville, 'ston, and 'field, but on December 27th, 1989 in the sleepy town of Concrete Wa, a place where Tobias Wolff couldn't get away from fast enough, something magical happened.  Some remember him as"Sweet Baby Layne" and on that day he sang so extrodinary with Jerry swooing notes of sadness that if youre ever in Concrete and listen closely the wind stills carries those cries

"These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I like to see
How you all would bleed for me"