Just before finding out if he had Huntington's Chorea, the hereditary nerve disease that killed his father.
Just after converting to Catholicism.
Just in the middle of thinking about where he stood in the cosmic scheme of things.
And wanting to be remembered for more than a novelty record played on daring FM stations every Thanksgiving.
Not the greatest songs in the world.
More than a couple clunkers in the lyrics.
But honest and pure at a time when honesty and purity were being faked and sold by the pound.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Things Was Looking Golden, Baby
There is a place where the clouds come together.
Soft. Billowing. And white.
Or grey. And rainy. And threatening.
Because, as a friend likes to tell me, it all depends how you look at things.
Up, down, all around now baby...
Soft. Billowing. And white.
Or grey. And rainy. And threatening.
Because, as a friend likes to tell me, it all depends how you look at things.
Up, down, all around now baby...
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Poster Child for "Not a Morning Person"
Far too early for man or beast....
Labels:
Lovin' Spoonful
Friday, October 14, 2016
For the Rest of Our Days
I've always loved this (in demo form) and it's great to hear the full-band version.
Labels:
XTC
Sunday, October 2, 2016
This Wonderful (Animated) Thing
Been there. Done that. Posed for the T-shirt.
Labels:
dBs
Monday, September 26, 2016
Let's Just Leave This Here
For the 100 Million People Expected to Watch the Debate Tonight:
Labels:
Too Much Joy
Friday, September 16, 2016
Let's Face It
It's STILL Sunday?
(Written by the mighty, mighty Difford & Tilbrook, back when that meant something...)
(Written by the mighty, mighty Difford & Tilbrook, back when that meant something...)
Labels:
Dave Edmunds,
Nick Lowe,
Rockpile
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