Finding some solace from an evening of detachment through music that resonated with longing.
A podcast that's quite a bit different from normal, and not one I'm completely comfortable with. That said, this should be a place where I can take creative risks and let the chips fall where they may.
Celebrated Summer (Bob Mould)
Love and hate was in the air, like pollen from a flower.
Somewhere in April time, they add another hour.
I guess I'd better think up a way to spend the time.
Just when I'm ready to sit inside, it's summertime.
Should I go fishing or get a friend to hang around?
It's back to summer, back to basics, hang around.
Getting drunk out on the beach, or playing in a band,
And getting out of school meant getting out of hand.
Was this your celebrated summer? Was this your celebrated summer?
When the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds.
A summer where I winter at, and no one is allowed there.
Do you remember when the first snowfall fell?
When summer barely had a snowball's chance in hell?
Was that your celebrated summer? Was that your celebrated summer?
When the sun disintegrates between a wall of clouds.
Was that your celebrated summer?
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As I was growing up a piano/keyboard player, Keith Emerson was a god to me. (See a wicked live solo piano wank circa 1970 if you doubt)
In expanding on my previous few posts about technology killing music, I am not-so-subtly reminded of the fact that the rumored demise of musical integrity has been greatly exaggerated.