I thought I'd cheer myself up by listening to some Pixies today. I know that doesn't make sense to most people, as they're kind of a weird band, but they bring me some nostalgic comfort.
The day since i met her
i can't believe it's true
she came here from memphis
across the ocean sailing
and i saw her a i pleaded
why do you come so far and she said
trying to get to you
how i tried to get you
trying to get you
i'm sending a letter
i'll send it right to you
i'll send it to memphis
i know that someday
everything i needed and i wanted
used to be that my head was haunted
and all these sirens they make me mad
and all this violence it brings me down
i feel strong i feel lucky
trying to get to you
said i'm going to get to you
trying to get to you.
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
A shout out to the "Come-Here's"
And when I say “come-here” I’m not giving you the cyber equivalent of a “come hither” look. I’m talking about the non-natives in our little coastal hometown, referred to by the natives as “come-here’s.”
When I joined Facebook not long ago, I was surprised that a major topic of conversation among the members of our High School graduating class was how the “come-here’s” felt looked down upon by the "natives."
As a "native," hearing that made me sad. I certainly never intended for anyone to feel that way. If anything, I was a little intimidated by the non-natives who had come to us from bigger schools and had far-away (perhaps more sophisticated) extended families. My family went "across the river" to the city about twice a year. You could say we didn't get out much. The new kids at school were fascinating, and I was always a little afraid that they'd look down upon me and my simple life.
Our small town was (and is) a little, coastal backwater, but it's a beautiful place. To its inhabitants (new AND native) it's very special. In many ways, it's unspoiled and beautiful, and it's the home of some wonderful folks. As they say about Lake Wobegone, "all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average."
I hold my head up and claim my native status, and when I do, remember friends, I'm not saying I'm better than you, I just love my home. Maybe it isn't really all that special, but it's special to me, and I'm glad y'all came along to share!
If you're not familiar with Kung Fu Panda, forgive me (we watch A LOT of animated movies at our house these days):
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is... nothing!
Po: Huh?
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait... it's just plain old noodle soup? You don't add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don't have to. To make something special you just have to believe it's special.
Po: There is no secret ingredient...
So, for the "come-here's" here's a little ditty (one of my favorites!) that says it all -- Dear "Come-Here's," You're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway!
That's Right (You're Not from Texas)
(watch Lyle perform it!)
You say you're not from Texas
Man as if I couldn't tell
You think you pull your boots on right
And wear your hat so well
So pardon me my laughter
'Cause I sure do understand
Even Moses got excited}
When he saw the promised land
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
See I was born and raised in Texas
And it means so much to me
Though my girl comes from down in Georgia
We were up in Tennessee
And as we were driving down the highway
She asked me baby what's so great
How come you're always going on
About your Lone Star State
I said that's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Oh the road it looked so lovely
As she stood there on the side
And she grew smaller in my mirror
As I watched her wave goodbye
Those boys from Carolina
They sure enough could sing
But when they came on down to Texas
We all showed them how to swing
Now David's on the radio
And old Champ's still on the guitar
And Uncle Walt he's home with Heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
They're OK in Oklahoma
Up in Arkansas they're fair
But those old folks in Missouri
They don't even know you're there
But at a dance hall down in Texas
That's the finest place to be
The women they all look beautiful
And the men will buy your beer for free
And they'll say that's right
you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
So won't you let me help you Mister
Just pull your hat down the way I do
And buy your pants just a little longer
And next time somebody laughs at you
You just tell 'em you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Title: That's Right (You're Not from Texas)
(watch Lyle perform it!)
Artist: Lyle Lovett
Album: The Road to Ensenada
Year: 1996
Genre: Western Swing
When I joined Facebook not long ago, I was surprised that a major topic of conversation among the members of our High School graduating class was how the “come-here’s” felt looked down upon by the "natives."
As a "native," hearing that made me sad. I certainly never intended for anyone to feel that way. If anything, I was a little intimidated by the non-natives who had come to us from bigger schools and had far-away (perhaps more sophisticated) extended families. My family went "across the river" to the city about twice a year. You could say we didn't get out much. The new kids at school were fascinating, and I was always a little afraid that they'd look down upon me and my simple life.
Our small town was (and is) a little, coastal backwater, but it's a beautiful place. To its inhabitants (new AND native) it's very special. In many ways, it's unspoiled and beautiful, and it's the home of some wonderful folks. As they say about Lake Wobegone, "all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average."
I hold my head up and claim my native status, and when I do, remember friends, I'm not saying I'm better than you, I just love my home. Maybe it isn't really all that special, but it's special to me, and I'm glad y'all came along to share!
If you're not familiar with Kung Fu Panda, forgive me (we watch A LOT of animated movies at our house these days):
Mr. Ping: The secret ingredient is... nothing!
Po: Huh?
Mr. Ping: You heard me. Nothing! There is no secret ingredient.
Po: Wait, wait... it's just plain old noodle soup? You don't add some kind of special sauce or something?
Mr. Ping: Don't have to. To make something special you just have to believe it's special.
Po: There is no secret ingredient...
So, for the "come-here's" here's a little ditty (one of my favorites!) that says it all -- Dear "Come-Here's," You're not from Texas, but Texas wants you anyway!
That's Right (You're Not from Texas)
(watch Lyle perform it!)
You say you're not from Texas
Man as if I couldn't tell
You think you pull your boots on right
And wear your hat so well
So pardon me my laughter
'Cause I sure do understand
Even Moses got excited}
When he saw the promised land
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
See I was born and raised in Texas
And it means so much to me
Though my girl comes from down in Georgia
We were up in Tennessee
And as we were driving down the highway
She asked me baby what's so great
How come you're always going on
About your Lone Star State
I said that's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Oh the road it looked so lovely
As she stood there on the side
And she grew smaller in my mirror
As I watched her wave goodbye
Those boys from Carolina
They sure enough could sing
But when they came on down to Texas
We all showed them how to swing
Now David's on the radio
And old Champ's still on the guitar
And Uncle Walt he's home with Heidi
Hiding in her loving arms
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
They're OK in Oklahoma
Up in Arkansas they're fair
But those old folks in Missouri
They don't even know you're there
But at a dance hall down in Texas
That's the finest place to be
The women they all look beautiful
And the men will buy your beer for free
And they'll say that's right
you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
So won't you let me help you Mister
Just pull your hat down the way I do
And buy your pants just a little longer
And next time somebody laughs at you
You just tell 'em you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
That's right you're not from Texas
But Texas wants you anyway
Title: That's Right (You're Not from Texas)
(watch Lyle perform it!)
Artist: Lyle Lovett
Album: The Road to Ensenada
Year: 1996
Genre: Western Swing
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Silence Between Us...
Man, it's been a day. Long day, but less stressful than previous days... which is a good (and long-needed) situation. Everyone's been walking on eggshells since the layoffs, so I needed a good day, and I got one... how about them apples? I really feel blessed... most of the time.
So yeah, I'm packing up at the day job and headed up the road to do a few errands, stop by to see a friend or two, and then meet one of my oldest friends and my brother up at 3Monkeys, where we will drink excessively and flirt with college girls, whom - if you don't know this, listen up, dudes - are actually quite interested in talking to older guys.
I'm totally serious. These little hotties don't get the clueless frat-boy ridiculous come-ons from the boys from 32A. No, sir - we're good-looking, unique, intelligent guys with a lot of life experience... they are both caught off guard, surprised and intrigued by this. Really! No joke!
All I have to say is... it's good to be a thirty-something single guy, at this particular time in my life.
Hells, yeah.
Psyching up to get on the road: I just spun up Bob Mould's District Line ... I subscribe to Paste Magazine - which by the way, is absolutely AMAZING - sign up immediately if you care about great new indie music... and check it out, every issue comes with a free sampler CD containing tracks off new (and very cool) releases.
Anyway, I got off track there (surprise). The best song on District Line is definitely, imho, The Silence Between Us. You might want to click on this link - you can download the song for FREE!
I can't wait to turn that one up LOUD and drive down the road feeling like I'm 22 again, screaming the lyrics and remembering how much I love, love, LOVE Sugar's Copper Blue.
(That was only one year ago, of course. ;)
There were trails of fallen trees
Deciduous and weeding marsh
The lowland birds and crickets roared
The final sound of fall
Along the banks of the river
We approached the footbridge
Entering the wilderness
Following my footstep
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Beyond the panic and worried that
Seems to consume most every thought
There lies a calm and steady hand
That someday you might see
Perhaps it isn't what you wanted
Or even what you're looking for
But once you see the symmetry
Once you see the you and me
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Winter lovers, we're so nervous
The words will disappear
What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
You park the car outside the Holiday Inn
We cross the highway single-file
And you were walking in a hurry
And there was me without water with a smile
Yeah!
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Winter lovers, we're so nervous
The words will disappear
What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
Album: District Line
Artist: Bob Mould
Genre: Bob Mould (seriously... this guy does everything well. Amazing mus
So yeah, I'm packing up at the day job and headed up the road to do a few errands, stop by to see a friend or two, and then meet one of my oldest friends and my brother up at 3Monkeys, where we will drink excessively and flirt with college girls, whom - if you don't know this, listen up, dudes - are actually quite interested in talking to older guys.
I'm totally serious. These little hotties don't get the clueless frat-boy ridiculous come-ons from the boys from 32A. No, sir - we're good-looking, unique, intelligent guys with a lot of life experience... they are both caught off guard, surprised and intrigued by this. Really! No joke!
All I have to say is... it's good to be a thirty-something single guy, at this particular time in my life.
Hells, yeah.
Psyching up to get on the road: I just spun up Bob Mould's District Line ... I subscribe to Paste Magazine - which by the way, is absolutely AMAZING - sign up immediately if you care about great new indie music... and check it out, every issue comes with a free sampler CD containing tracks off new (and very cool) releases.
Anyway, I got off track there (surprise). The best song on District Line is definitely, imho, The Silence Between Us. You might want to click on this link - you can download the song for FREE!
I can't wait to turn that one up LOUD and drive down the road feeling like I'm 22 again, screaming the lyrics and remembering how much I love, love, LOVE Sugar's Copper Blue.
(That was only one year ago, of course. ;)
There were trails of fallen trees
Deciduous and weeding marsh
The lowland birds and crickets roared
The final sound of fall
Along the banks of the river
We approached the footbridge
Entering the wilderness
Following my footstep
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Beyond the panic and worried that
Seems to consume most every thought
There lies a calm and steady hand
That someday you might see
Perhaps it isn't what you wanted
Or even what you're looking for
But once you see the symmetry
Once you see the you and me
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Winter lovers, we're so nervous
The words will disappear
What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
You park the car outside the Holiday Inn
We cross the highway single-file
And you were walking in a hurry
And there was me without water with a smile
Yeah!
The silence between us is the time
When I can't hear the thoughts
That's on your mind, yeah
Winter lovers, we're so nervous
The words will disappear
What thoughts are on your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
On your mind, yeah
Album: District Line
Artist: Bob Mould
Genre: Bob Mould (seriously... this guy does everything well. Amazing mus
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Shakedown Charlottesville
I just got two tickets to see The Dead in Charlottesville... so some lucky person will be joining me for a ride to the Hook on April 15. I. Cannot. Wait.
I never got to see the Dead with Jerry. That's one of my biggest regrets... my brother was lucky enough to catch one of Jer-bear's last shows, in DC, and he isn't even much of a GD fan, per se. Oh well - hindsight's always 20/20.
So, you know what's stuck in my head now... Green Day. KIDDING! It's an old favorite called Terrapin Station, baby... my good friend Kathryn gets credit for hooking me on this album.
Terrapin Station
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things weve never seen will seem familiar.
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.
While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lions den.
Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
Thats how it stands today. you decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.
Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold.
Terrapin station
Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask.
Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin.
Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin station.
In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station.
And I know well get there soon, terrapin station.
I cant figure out, terrapin, if its the end or beginning, terrapin,
But the trains put its brakes on, terrapin,
And the whistle is screaming, terrapin.
Terrapin station - at the siding
While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in,
Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
Youre back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.
Artist: The Grateful Dead
Album: Terrapin Station
Year: 1977
Genre: Jerry!
I never got to see the Dead with Jerry. That's one of my biggest regrets... my brother was lucky enough to catch one of Jer-bear's last shows, in DC, and he isn't even much of a GD fan, per se. Oh well - hindsight's always 20/20.
So, you know what's stuck in my head now... Green Day. KIDDING! It's an old favorite called Terrapin Station, baby... my good friend Kathryn gets credit for hooking me on this album.
Terrapin Station
Let my inspiration flow in token rhyme, suggesting rhythm,
That will not forsake you, till my tale is told and done.
While the firelights aglow, strange shadows from the flames will grow,
Till things weve never seen will seem familiar.
Shadows of a sailor, forming winds both foul and fair all swarm.
Down in carlisle, he loved a lady many years ago.
Here beside him stands a man, a soldier from the looks of him,
Who came through many fights, but lost at love.
While the story teller speaks, a door within the fire creaks;
Suddenly flies open, and a girl is standing there.
Eyes alight, with glowing hair, all that fancy paints as fair,
She takes her fan and throws it, in the lions den.
Which of you to gain me, tell, will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you if you will not take the chance.
The sailor gave at least a try, the soldier being much too wise,
Strategy was his strength, and not disaster.
The sailor, coming out again, the lady fairly leapt at him.
Thats how it stands today. you decide if he was wise.
The story teller makes no choice. soon you will not hear his voice.
His job is to shed light, and not to master.
Since the end is never told, we pay the teller off in gold,
In hopes he will return, but he cannot be bought or sold.
Terrapin station
Inspiration, move me brightly. light the song with sense and color;
Hold away despair, more than this I will not ask.
Faced with mysteries dark and vast, statements just seem vain at last.
Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to terrapin.
Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;
The spiral light of venus, rising first and shining best,
On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,
While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,
Terrapin station.
In the shadow of the moon, terrapin station.
And I know well get there soon, terrapin station.
I cant figure out, terrapin, if its the end or beginning, terrapin,
But the trains put its brakes on, terrapin,
And the whistle is screaming, terrapin.
Terrapin station - at the siding
While you were gone, these faces filled with darkness.
The obvious was hidden. with nothing to believe in,
Sullen wings of fortune beat like rain.
Youre back in terrapin for good or ill again, for good or ill again.
Artist: The Grateful Dead
Album: Terrapin Station
Year: 1977
Genre: Jerry!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Jesus He Loves Me and He Knows I'm Right
I was doing some thing very old fashioned. I'm having a telephone call with one of the other authors.
He was describing the viral effect in today's wired world about a girl with a Christian blog, and having to turn off comments due to too much religious debate.
Immediately, I heard Phil Collins telling me "Jesus he loves me, and he knows I'm right..."
It also reminded me to check our settings to make sure folks can comment.
Jesus He Knows Me
Do you see the face on the TV screen
Coming at you every Sunday
See the face on the billboard
That man is me
On the cover of the magazine
There's no question why I'm smiling
You buy a piece of paradise
You get a piece of me
I'll get you everything you wanted
I'll get you everything you need
Don't need to believe in hereafter
Just believe in me
Cos Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
I believe in the family
With my ever loving wife beside me
But she don't know about my girlfriend
Or the man I met last night
Do you believe in God
Cos that is what I'm selling
And if you wanna go to heaven
I'll see you right
You won't even have to leave your house
Or get out of your chair
You don't even have to touch that dial
Cos I'm everywhere
And Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
You won't find me practising what I'm preaching
Won't find me making no sacrifice
But I get you a pocketful of miracles
If you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
Just do as I say, don't do as I do
I'm counting my blessings
I've found true happiness
Cos I'm getting richer, day by day
You can find me in the phone book
Just call my toll free number
You can do it anyway you want
Just do it right away
There'll be no doubt in your mind
You'll believe everything I'm saying
If wanna get closer to him
Get on your knees and start praying
Cos Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
Artist: Genesis
Album: We Can't Dance
Year: 1991
Genre: Art Rock
He was describing the viral effect in today's wired world about a girl with a Christian blog, and having to turn off comments due to too much religious debate.
Immediately, I heard Phil Collins telling me "Jesus he loves me, and he knows I'm right..."
It also reminded me to check our settings to make sure folks can comment.
Jesus He Knows Me
Do you see the face on the TV screen
Coming at you every Sunday
See the face on the billboard
That man is me
On the cover of the magazine
There's no question why I'm smiling
You buy a piece of paradise
You get a piece of me
I'll get you everything you wanted
I'll get you everything you need
Don't need to believe in hereafter
Just believe in me
Cos Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
I believe in the family
With my ever loving wife beside me
But she don't know about my girlfriend
Or the man I met last night
Do you believe in God
Cos that is what I'm selling
And if you wanna go to heaven
I'll see you right
You won't even have to leave your house
Or get out of your chair
You don't even have to touch that dial
Cos I'm everywhere
And Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
You won't find me practising what I'm preaching
Won't find me making no sacrifice
But I get you a pocketful of miracles
If you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
Just do as I say, don't do as I do
I'm counting my blessings
I've found true happiness
Cos I'm getting richer, day by day
You can find me in the phone book
Just call my toll free number
You can do it anyway you want
Just do it right away
There'll be no doubt in your mind
You'll believe everything I'm saying
If wanna get closer to him
Get on your knees and start praying
Cos Jesus he knows me
And he knows I'm right
I've been talking to Jesus all my life
Oh yes he knows me
And he knows I'm right
And he's been telling me
Everything is alright
Artist: Genesis
Album: We Can't Dance
Year: 1991
Genre: Art Rock
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