It's the 15th anniversary of the release of OK Computer this weekend, so I thought I'd reflect.
I think I just held it together long enough to get what I needed to say out. Apologies to those of you who are expecting a festival of f-bombs after a few days. There were more important things that needed to be said.
A story unfettered from the memory shackles of youth during the Age of VHS.
Rest in Peace Doc Watson
Early one morning at the St. James Hospital
Early one morning morn in the month of May
When I looked through the window and a spied a dear cowboy
A dear cowboy as cold as the clay
Set ye down by me and hear my sad story
Set ye down by me and sing me a song
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy that knowed he done wrong
Send for that doctor to come heal up my body
And send the preacher to come and pray for my soul
For my poor head is aching and my sad heart is breaking
I'm a poor cowboy and hell is my doom
Get sixteen perdy maidens to come and carry my coffin
Sixteen perdy maidens to come and sing me a song
And tell em to bring some o'them sweet smelling roses
So they cant smell me as they tote me along
Beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly
Play the death march as ye carry me along
Throw bunches of lillies all over my coffin
Thare goes a poor cowboy that know'd he done wrong
Thought I'd give you a taste of what I've been listening to instead of my talking. Maybe the mashup will infuse your mind the way it has mine. Some Last Poets, Gil Scott-Heron, Quincy Jones, Marvin Gaye, Donny Hathaway and many rebellious words.