Ayup.
Uh huh.
Feeling this
Bet you don’t know as much Mayfield as you should.
I know i don’t know enough.
Future rabbit hole.
It’ll make you wanna put up your hands and move.
It’ll help synch ya groove to ya time.
Ayup.
Uh huh.
Feeling this
Bet you don’t know as much Mayfield as you should.
I know i don’t know enough.
Future rabbit hole.
It’ll make you wanna put up your hands and move.
It’ll help synch ya groove to ya time.
Ayup. Uh huh.
No rights; homage
Effing love this jam, album, and band.
And when nobody’s there to write it, I am gonna show you everything.
And i can feel it in the silence
Silence comes in willingly.
(Lyrics as my ears hear them. It has been brought to my attention that I often don’t get it right. I say rock n rollers can better enunciate if that is a problem.)
Giggle.
For every album you can name by Joni Mitchell, I wager there are two and a half more albums per unit that you do not know. And, for every song, several variations: studio cuts, recorded live when she toured the album, recorded live years after, made to look as though filmed live.
And there are paintings for most too.
Found my worn Anthology of her Sheet Music copy-right 1983 Alfred Publishing Co., Inc.
Check it out cuz She’s Playing Real Good, For Free at her own digital domain.
Here is info on the title track of Wild Things Run Fast here.
A song of tradition and tribes.
Here are the lyrics…..
He came/she smiled.
She thought she had him tamed, but he was just as wild, eatin’ from her hand, at last.
Wild things run fast.
In the dark he could see the trap that wzs lyin’ in her sweet company,
eatin’ from her hand at last.
Wild thing run fast.
Winter beat the pines about.
He heard the heater cutting in and out
while she dreamed away.
In the night, it snowed:
Fast tracks in the powder white leading out to the road,
winding from her tender grasp.
Wild things run fast.
But wait? Did you hear it? My ears missed it entirely until I read the lyrics, saw these words, Backed-up the track (fka ‘rewound) and listened hard for it.

Uh. Sounds a lot like she is givin’ it back to tunesmith Chip Taylor’s Wild Thing (I think I love you), popularized by The Troggs, a band paving the way for garage rock, proto punk, and the lo-fi scene.
I forgot to mention, the tune-smith’s real name in James Wesley Voight, brother to actor Jon Voight, and apparently Angelina Jolie’s uncle as well.
Wild Thing has been coveredby The Jay Five, The Kingsmen, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, The Runaways, Chevy Chase, X, Sam Kinison, and Kermit the Frog, to name only a few.
Metamusic. Dig it much.
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
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
Cracking me up.
I saw him with Tah Mahal opening in Tuscaloosa, AL.
I was in 6th grade.
Wildflowers tour.
My mom and i danced and sang like lively idiots too.
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.