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The vibe tonight at Studio-4a. This guy is like a cool drink of water.

Happy New Year Everyone!

 

“Cover Me Up”

A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun – you can’t trust anyone
I was so sure what I needed was more – tried to shoot out the sun
Days when we raged, we flew off the page such damage was done
But I made it through, cause somebody knew I was meant for someone
So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good
Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress in Richmond on high
But I sobered up and I swore off that stuff forever, this time
And the old lovers sing “I thought it’d be me who helped him get home”
But home was a dream, one I’d never seen till you came along
So girl, hang your dress up to dry we ain’t leaving this room
Till Percy Priest breaks open wide and the river runs through
And carries this house on the stones like a piece of driftwood
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for goodSo girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room
Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom
It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood
So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good
Cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good

 

Music Break: Jason Isbell live sings  “Cover Me Up”

Obongyayar’s Creeping celebrates the late night folks that keep a city moving. While we sleep they are working hard.

 

Music Break: Obongjayar

I can’t stop listening to this. A remedy for this election year of fools and bigots…Let’s get this to 100 million views – Hell, l make it 100 billion…

Song of the decade…Pass it on.

Music Break: The Black Eyed Peas – Where is the Love?

Music Break: Turkuaz

September 8, 2015 — Leave a comment

Nice to see Funk has a new champion! If you like pure “white folk” funk – it don’t get much better than this! Turkuaz a really excellent band based in Brooklyn NY is coming to Ardmore PA, in October.  I hope we can fit everybody in there!

via Aris Peter Hampers

 

Music Break: Turkuaz

Joni Mitchell has taken ill this past week and since most only know her for her 1960’s folk tunes lets remember her for her fitting exploration of mortality and love in her now recognized masterpiece Hejira.  Given her mind, music and ethereal beauty she is possibly one of the most mesmerizing yet original artists of this age, moving from folk to jazz with effortless grace; Something few have done – or will ever achieve.

She is a true Artist of uncompromising artistic achievements.

“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 tribute 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”…

 

 Hejira

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 through 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 tribute 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

© 1976; Crazy Crow Music

via http://jonimitchell.com/

Ok one old one (as she is just mesmerizing here…)

Music Break: Joni Mitchell Live