snuh (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} snuh) wrote,@ 2008-04-18 00:01:00 |
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a shot of friday five
It's been one of those weeks that's end couldn't come quick enough. With that in mind, it's good to be reminded that in life, you only go around once - better grab that gusto and be there first. The Spud Boys do just that in song with this cut from Duty Now For The Future.
I don't think Iggy Pop is five foot one, but having met him in passing, I can say he's extremely short. Don't you wish that life can be Swedish magazines?
Did you know James Brown's last words were, "I'm on fire"? Though Christie’s holding an auction of his estate this August 1st, his family still hasn't found a final resting place for his body, so they did the next best thing and turned his daughter's backyard into a temporary burial site. Papa don't take no mess, indeed, which is a nice segue into today's selection. At 3:11 into Papa Don't Take No Mess, James sings how "papa didn't cuss, he didn't raise a whole lotta fuss, but when we did wrong, papa beat the hell out of us." Now, the idea of child abuse is disturbing in itself, but inserting audience cheers and a hearty "right on!" at the end of the stanza causes my eyebrow to go into full Stephen Colbert mode. From an early age, James had experienced a violent life, which is certainly reflected in his songs. Hopefully, he'll be put to rest in dignity, not for public display, a la Lenin's Tomb, in some bizarre Gracelandesque sideshow.
The Bar-Kays have to be one of music's saddest stories. They were aboard Otis Redding's chartered plane that crashed into Lake Monona in Madison, Wisconsin. Only one person made it out alive, Trumpeter Ben Cauley. He talks about it in an amazing must-read story: Bar-Kays hornman Ben Cauley is a survivor.
The perpetually changing Bright Eyes with a breezy Conor Oberst number.
Now, it's time to throw some sawdust on the floor, fire up the jukebox and down 'em 'til I get cross-eyed. If I get to mumbling about running for President, make sure to have the bartender cut me off - have a great weekend!
It's been one of those weeks that's end couldn't come quick enough. With that in mind, it's good to be reminded that in life, you only go around once - better grab that gusto and be there first. The Spud Boys do just that in song with this cut from Duty Now For The Future.
Devo: Red Eye Express - 5MB
I don't think Iggy Pop is five foot one, but having met him in passing, I can say he's extremely short. Don't you wish that life can be Swedish magazines?
Iggy Pop: Five Foot One - 7MB
Did you know James Brown's last words were, "I'm on fire"? Though Christie’s holding an auction of his estate this August 1st, his family still hasn't found a final resting place for his body, so they did the next best thing and turned his daughter's backyard into a temporary burial site. Papa don't take no mess, indeed, which is a nice segue into today's selection. At 3:11 into Papa Don't Take No Mess, James sings how "papa didn't cuss, he didn't raise a whole lotta fuss, but when we did wrong, papa beat the hell out of us." Now, the idea of child abuse is disturbing in itself, but inserting audience cheers and a hearty "right on!" at the end of the stanza causes my eyebrow to go into full Stephen Colbert mode. From an early age, James had experienced a violent life, which is certainly reflected in his songs. Hopefully, he'll be put to rest in dignity, not for public display, a la Lenin's Tomb, in some bizarre Gracelandesque sideshow.
James Brown: Papa Don't Take No Mess, Pt 1 - 8MB
The Bar-Kays have to be one of music's saddest stories. They were aboard Otis Redding's chartered plane that crashed into Lake Monona in Madison, Wisconsin. Only one person made it out alive, Trumpeter Ben Cauley. He talks about it in an amazing must-read story: Bar-Kays hornman Ben Cauley is a survivor.
The Bar-Kays: Soul Finger - 3MB
The perpetually changing Bright Eyes with a breezy Conor Oberst number.
Bright Eyes: Four Winds - 7MB
Now, it's time to throw some sawdust on the floor, fire up the jukebox and down 'em 'til I get cross-eyed. If I get to mumbling about running for President, make sure to have the bartender cut me off - have a great weekend!
