No rights, homage
Born 1912. An impeccable, quitessential Texas electric blues man.
One more and i will desist.
Stunning extension and control.
A fave. Dancer and musical compisition- second to Stravinsky’s Firebird.
Shit is martial arts.
Mythos made real through sound vibrations in our ears.
Magical realism to me.
I have always loved Earthling. Particularly, I’m Afraid of Americans.
Bowie in vinyl/leather (?) will make you smile.
Also, Kurt Loder. WE LOVE YOU.





Ya’ll know about this crew, yeah.
Well good. Enjoy!!
No rights, just homage.
Via Don’s Tunes. I have no rights, but am paying homage.
I have no lasgna for this Monday.
But heavy jam like this makes toast last longer.
A yup. Tight.
No rights, just homage.


No rights, just homage and want for spreading his good jam around to all interested toast slices.
Alo Gov’nah!
The rain in seattle comes down as spit expelled from inane prattle.
Great stuff.
You will feel as though you knew these songs.
KEXP Seattle, whoot.
There are more questions than answers. And the more I find out, the less I know.
From reggae to southern-style slide guitars.
Slick midsong shift.
Dig it much.
Here I am.
Come rub upon my belly like a guava jelly
“The lady had fallen asleep. She wore Love’s blazon–a mouth of translucent red, torment to the hearts of amorous knights. She slept with parted lips that wore the Flames of Love’s hot fire. Thus lay the loveliest challenge to adventure imaginable.”
‘Upon my word, you are Parzifal!’ She said of the red lips. ‘Your name means ‘pierce-through-the-heart.’
Why is it you look so down in the mouth?!
I told her:
This is a burnt out town/it’s fulla dirty looks.
Here i am stealing gas with a garden hose.
Yeah, take that, honey.
It’s outta their realm of reality
Its goin down but no one knows
By pity guided,
The guileless fool;
Wait for him,
My chosen tool.
(The keynote of Parsifal is Ecstasy.)
Parzifal: I scarcely move, Yet I swiftly seem to run
Gurnemanz: my son, thou seest Here SPACE and TIME are ONE.
Parzifal. Wolfram von Eschenbach. Translated by A.T. Hatto
I’m Wolfram von Eschenbach. I’m a bit of a minnesænger.
No rights, just homage to a young star.
Comedian in addition. First? Artist, regardless.
Took me a minute on this one, but damn.
His drop in is intense.
Brutally hip bumping.
Much love for Childish Gambino and Donald Glover.
“Contraband, contraband, contraband……get down!”
Interesting video.
Continuing reflections of 1980’s music: Tracy Chapman’s self-titled 1988 release must be mentioned.
Everyone remembers Fast Car. What an effing lovely lyrical pop song.
The album was subjected to the 1980’s drum production.
In this case, forgiveable.
First track of the record here.
Great opening. This revolution sounds positive. Joyful. Honest.
Hooked for the rest of the album right away i was as a kiddo.
Still am. Cuz ima post another song off this album.
Go buy her record. I did.