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Resources => Music [Public] => Topic started by: nichi on January 20, 2007, 08:56:34 AM
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All this nostalgia:: all Jen's fault, heheh! :D :P :-* :-*
Hejira
Joni Mitchell
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQPB_HAQyB4&feature=related
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone
Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tributes to finality - to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of a hotel room
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
(http://991.com/newgallery/Joni-Mitchell-Hejira-209983.jpg)
A Renaissance Woman (http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2000/June-July00/classicpoet6-00.htm) she!
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(http://991.com/newgallery//Joni-Mitchell-Don-Juans-Reckles-98858.jpg)
Don Juan's Reckless Daughter
Great album title, eh? And she was a Carlos Castaneda aficionado. I remember reading an account of a talk he gave, where she was in attendance. This particular album, though, is when she began to lose me. She experimented a lot thereafter with jazz fusion into her work. The good news was that she brought Jaco Pastorius (a wonderful bass player) into the limelight. The bad news (for me) was that gone were her hypnotic modal tunings. And I sure couldn't sing along any more! <grin> Her material no longer hit my ear ...
From Hejira:
Black Crow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BV4D1hez-Lw
There's a crow flying
Black and ragged
Tree to tree
He's black as the highway that's leading me
Now he's diving down
To pick up on something shiny
I feel like that black crow
Flying
In a blue sky
I took a ferry to the highway
Then I drove to a pontoon plane
I took a plane to a taxi
And a taxi to a train
I've been traveling so long
How'm I ever going to know my home
When I see it again
I'm like a black crow flying
In a blue, blue sky
In search of love and music
My whole life has been
Illumination
Corruption
And diving, diving, diving, diving.
Diving down to pick up on every shiny thing
Just like that black crow flying
In a blue sky
I looked at the morning
After being up all night
I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light
I looked out the window
And I saw that ragged soul take flight
I saw a back crow flying
In a blue sky
Oh I'm like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
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All this nostalgia:: all Jen's fault, heheh!
:-* ;D
Oh I'm like a black crow flying
In a blue sky
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I've been listening to her music esp hejira for 20 years or more.I also listen to weather report because Jaco
plays some really fine music with them.check out black market by WR great stuff...same thing happened with
me and Joni's latter music I just didn't connect with it...
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I love Weather Report! I used to do a lot of interesting things to WR.... 8)
But I guess you know Jaco passed, eh? Can't remember the circumstance. He was one of a kind! Truly the best bass player I ever heard.
Somewhere in this house, there are WR albums on vinyl... I'll have to dig them out!
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Tio! The house where I am is pretty much in disarray -- 2 out of the 4 WR albums have been found. The ones which I listened to over and over again were "Heavy Weather" and "River People", and they're missing, but my roommate still has "Black Market" and another. He also tells me he had a solo album by Jaco, which is supposed to be amazing. If you are interested, we can make a cassette (vs cd) recording of it for ya.
(Or are cassettes one of those things which have different protocols in us and australia?)
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Thanks Nichi...I have 2 of Jacos solo albums...Word of Mouth and Invitation,he played
with many and varied artist...so he pops up everywhere...I also have Heavy Weather.
I really appreciate your gesture...thanks...like a lot of inspired and gifted artist he was
excessive to the point of self destruction.He ended this life rather tragically like so many
other great Musos and with time the truth becomes obscured.
During this time he played in various solo acts and many nightclubs in Fort Lauderdale and New York City. He became an outcast in the music business. His final address while alive was Holiday Park in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. After sneaking onstage at a Carlos Santana concert September 11, 1987, he was ejected from the premises and made his way to the Midnight Bottle Club in Wilton Manors, Florida. What then happened was clouded with discrepancy. Some say he tried to kick in the glass door after being refused entrance, others say he did absolutely nothing and did nothing to deserve his fate. Whatever the case, he ended up in a violent confrontation with the club bouncer, Luc Havan, who was trained in martial arts. Pastorius was hospitalized with multiple facial fractures and gruesome disfigurement to his face, including the probable loss of his right eye and sustained irreversible brain damage. He slipped into a coma and was put on life support. Increasing signs pointed to brain death and his family decided to remove him from life support. After life support was removed, his heart continued to beat for three hours. Pastorius died on September 21, 1987, aged 35, at Broward General Medical Center in Fort Lauderdale.
In wake of his death, Havan was charged with second degree murder and went to trial. However, Havan only ended up serving 4 months for this crime.
Jaco is buried at Our Lady Queen of Heaven Cemetery in North Lauderdale.
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So tragic! My roommate tells me he read a biography of J, which said that J had a diagnosis of schizophrenia. If that was true, then he really accomplished a lot, way more than the average musician!
As you say, we'll never know the truth.
I would have loved to hear him play with Santana, musically! Sitting here imagining the two different fluidities combined... but.
It's a challenging thing, those egos, when musicians play with each other Certainly will test one's social skills! (I had a small go or 2 at being in bands 30 some yrs ago --- didn't amount to much, but wow what hard work just keeping things on an even keel.)
"Birdland" is playing ... I always loved WR's percussion!
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Since this exchange, I have been listening to a cassette my roommate made somewhere along the line, of "Heavy Weather" and the next one ("River People"?) I still love it, and there were a couple of cuts from them that I probably "abused" way back when, when I used to use a lot of ritual. It's funny how songs can stay in our heads, note for note and nuance for nuance, for 25+ years! It has been that long since I listened to them.
But here is an interesting discovery. I've changed, eureka!
I used to rush to the turntable to skip the song called "TeenTown" -- too frenetic it was for me back then. Now, I can take all of it in -- the notes slip easily into my receptors -- in fact, it's kind of a funny song, with that punctuating high hat and bass drum. I never appreciated it back then.
It's been kind of interesting, bombarding myself with nostalgia, realizing I have an entirely different body and sensibility now.
When I finally get to the old folks' home, who knows? I might be requesting Miles Davis! :D
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It's funny how songs can stay in our heads, note for note and nuance for nuance, for 25+ years! It has been that long since I listened to them.
This is one of my major interest...the way music,rhythm,chants and prayers remain locked in for a lifetime...more later
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It's funny how songs can stay in our heads, note for note and nuance for nuance, for 25+ years! It has been that long since I listened to them.
This is one of my major interest...the way music,rhythm,chants and prayers remain locked in for a lifetime...more later
That still intrigues me, Tio...
I found this interesting arrangement of Hejira! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQTvwXFSKN8)
Enjoy!
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Omg, here's Teen Town (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDQlSSOXU6A) by Weather Report (with Jaco!) on youtube!
Now I have to get my new puter set up ... the blips just won't do here.
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Omg, here's Teen Town (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDQlSSOXU6A) by Weather Report (with Jaco!) on youtube!
Now I have to get my new puter set up ... the blips just won't do here.
The "Midnight Special"...now that's a blast from the past! :) I used to watch it all the time when I was a teenager...heh!
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Coyote, Live with Jaco Pastorius, Pat Metheny and Don Alias (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2rjDBQ1UDY)
Some nice footage of a coyote playing in the snow.
No regrets Coyote
We just come from such different sets of circumstance
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel...
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
And the lips you can get
And still feel so alone
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay
You're not a hit and run driver, no, no
Racing away
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And the next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!"
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow
Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
Why'd you have to get so drunk
And lead me on that way
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines of the freeway
I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running thru the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down
And a hawk was playing with him
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
He had those same eyes - just like yours
Under your dark glasses
Privately probing the public rooms
And peeking thru keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them thru this passion play
No regrets, Coyote
I just get off up aways
You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
Coyote's in the coffee shop
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And the air conditioned cubicles
And the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear
Either he's going to have to stand and fight
Or take off out of here
I tried to run away myself
To run away and wrestle with my ego
And with this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, free way
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Amelia (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99g8KHB54-c)
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
it was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Other's just come to harm
Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight
It's so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe I've never really loved
I guess that is the truth
I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms
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You Turn Me On I'm a Radio, 1972, from For the Roses (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jknv3ltGdXs)
Sue me I love this song. Others have done remakes of it since...
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number
Who's bound to love you
Oh honey you turn me on
I'm a radio
I'm a country station
I'm a little bit corny
I'm a wildwood flower
Waving for you
Broadcasting tower
Waving for you
And I'm sending you out
This signal here
I hope you can pick it up
Loud and clear
I know you don't like weak women
You get bored so quick
And you don't like strong women
'Cause they're hip to your tricks
It's been dirty for dirty
Down the line
But you know
I come when you whistle
When you're loving and kind
But if you've got too many doubts
If there's no good reception for me
Then tune me out, 'cause honey
Who needs the static
It hurts the head
And you wind up cracking
And the day goes dismal
From "Breakfast Barney"
To the sign-off prayer
What a sorry face you get to wear
I'm going to tell you again now
If you're still listening there
If you're driving into town
With a dark cloud above you
Dial in the number
Who's bound to love you
If you're lying on the beach
With the transistor going
Kick off the sandflies honey
The love's still flowing
If your head says forget it
But your heart's still smoking
Call me at the station
The lines are open
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Twisted from "Court and Spark" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKIQSo7JbKQ)
She didn't write this one .. Lambert, Hendryx, and Ross did. But I'll always love it -- I used to sing it to my cats to get them to curl up with me in bed..
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
The way he described it
He said I'd be better dead than live
I didn't listen to his jive
I knew all along
That he was all wrong
And I knew that he thought
I was crazy but I'm not
Oh no
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
He said I'd need treatment
But I'm not that easily led
He said I was the type
That was most inclined
When out of his sight
To be out of my mind
And he thought I was nuts
No more ifs or ands or buts
They say as a child
I appeared a little bit wild
With all my crazy ideas
But I knew what was happening
I knew I was a genius...
What's so strange when you know
That you're a wizard at three
I knew that this was meant to be
Now I heard little children
Were supposed to sleep tight
That's why I got into the vodka one night
My parents got frantic
Didn't know what to do
But I saw some crazy scenes
Before I came to
Now do you think I was crazy
I may have been only three
But I was swinging
They all laugh at angry young men
They all laugh at Edison
And also at Einstein
So why should I feel sorry
If they just couldn't understand
The idiomatic logic
That went on in my head
I had a brain
It was insane
Oh they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double-decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
But I said dear doctor
I think that it's you instead
Because I have got a thing
That's unique and new
To prove it I'll have
The last laugh on you
'Cause instead of one head
I got two
And you know two heads are better than one
Excerpt from an Interview by Tavis Smiley (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y16QSarjptA)
I saw this on PBS not too long ago .. there couldn't have been 2 more different people in the world.
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Shadows and Light, from "The Hissing of Summer Lawns" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIJlOMxs1dc)
Strange visuals. This the album-version.
Every picture has its shadows
And it has some source of light
Blindness blindness and sight
The perils of benefactors
The blessings of parasites
Blindness blindness and sight
Threatened by all things
Devil of cruelty
Drawn to all things
Devil of delight
Mythical devil of the ever-present laws
Governing blindness blindness and sight
Suntans in reservation dining rooms
Pale miners in their lantern rays
Night night and day
Hostage smile on presidents
Freedom scribbled in the subway
It's like night night and day
Threatened by all things
God of cruelty
Drawn to all things
God of delight
Mythical god of the everlasting laws
Governing day day and night
Critics of all expression
Judges in black and white
Saying it's wrong saying it's right
Compelled by prescribed standards
Or some ideals we fight
For wrong wrong and right
Threatened by all things
Man of cruelty-mark of Cain
Drawn to all things
Man of delight-born again born again
Man of the laws the ever-broken laws
Governing wrong wrong and right
Governing wrong wrong and right
Wrong and right
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Woodstock (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3SjqGfe-yM#)
Studio version.
I came upon a child of god
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, where are you going
And this he told me
Im going on down to yasgurs farm
Im going to join in a rock n roll band
Im going to camp out on the land
Im going to try an get my soul free
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
Then can I walk beside you
I have come here to lose the smog
And I feel to be a cog in something turning
Well maybe it is just the time of year
Or maybe its the time of man
I dont know who l am
But you know life is for learning
We are stardust
We are golden
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
By the time we got to woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere there was song and celebration
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust
Billion year old carbon
We are golden
Caught in the devils bargain
And weve got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
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Talk to Me from Don Juan's Reckless Daughter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5mVXKiYlmc#)
Studio version strongly featuring Jaco Pastorius.
There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot
'Till I pissed a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. Mystery
We could talk about Martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
Or we could talk about power
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
Or Charlie Chaplin's movies
Or Bergman's nordic blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose
Just come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery, talk to me
You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though it's covered with keloids
From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance";
I stole that from Willy the Shake!
You know--"Neither a borrower nor a lender be";
Romeo, Romeo talk to me!
Is your silence that golden?
Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
Come and spend some on me--
Shut me up and talk to me!
I'm always talking!
Chicken squawking!
Please talk to me
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Twisted from "Court and Spark" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKIQSo7JbKQ)
She didn't write this one .. Lambert, Hendryx, and Ross did. But I'll always love it -- I used to sing it to my cats to get them to curl up with me in bed..
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
The way he described it
He said I'd be better dead than live
I didn't listen to his jive
I knew all along
That he was all wrong
And I knew that he thought
I was crazy but I'm not
Oh no
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
He said I'd need treatment
But I'm not that easily led
He said I was the type
That was most inclined
When out of his sight
To be out of my mind
And he thought I was nuts
No more ifs or ands or buts
They say as a child
I appeared a little bit wild
With all my crazy ideas
But I knew what was happening
I knew I was a genius...
What's so strange when you know
That you're a wizard at three
I knew that this was meant to be
Now I heard little children
Were supposed to sleep tight
That's why I got into the vodka one night
My parents got frantic
Didn't know what to do
But I saw some crazy scenes
Before I came to
Now do you think I was crazy
I may have been only three
But I was swinging
They all laugh at angry young men
They all laugh at Edison
And also at Einstein
So why should I feel sorry
If they just couldn't understand
The idiomatic logic
That went on in my head
I had a brain
It was insane
Oh they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double-decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top
My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
But I said dear doctor
I think that it's you instead
Because I have got a thing
That's unique and new
To prove it I'll have
The last laugh on you
'Cause instead of one head
I got two
And you know two heads are better than one
Excerpt from an Interview by Tavis Smiley (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y16QSarjptA)
I saw this on PBS not too long ago .. there couldn't have been 2 more different people in the world.
I like this one ;D
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When dancing the Bass chakra
The crown is his.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5liRLanDZqg&feature=related
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That's the truth, X!
Beautiful, sprawling hands and a shining spirit!
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Teen Town by Weather Report (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSUk8bSVHYc#)
Studio version!
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A Case of You (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6voJjexENok)
Just before our love got lost you said,
"I am as constant as a northern star."
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar."
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you, darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet
Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time you told me, you said,
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you, darling
Still, I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet
I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said,
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"
Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet