
This one goes out to a very good friend who is always smart, always funny, always warm, and always there.
Happy birthday, Linda.

This one goes out to a very good friend who is always smart, always funny, always warm, and always there.
Happy birthday, Linda.

Thinking about my trip to New York, and the long train ride there and back, lonely, watching the landscape flash past in the darkness, brought this song to mind…
Kathy, I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and I’m aching and I don’t know why
Countin’ the cars on the New Jersey turnpike
They’ve all come to look for America, all come to look for America…

A lot of folks don’t know Brandi Carlile, which is a shame. I’ve been listening to her for a few years now, featuring her music here several times. She’s a wonderful talent. This year, no other artist was there for me as much as she was, in good times and in bad.
Early in the year, her live cover of The Beatles’ “I Just Saw A Face” perfectly captured the wonder and joy I felt when I looked at the woman I loved… Continue reading

Here in the Byrdcave, we’re old fans of Popeye. Not only did I watch the old cartoons countless times growing up, my son and I have each given Popeye gifts to each other. He gave me Warner Brothers’ awesome remastered collections of the classic Fleischer cartoons of the 1930s (which are wonderful, and far better than the later productions which kinda sucked); I have been giving him Fantagraphics’ gorgeous hardbacks collecting the original E.C. Segar comic strips as they come out.
Wilco, in cooperation with King Features Syndicate, has brought us the first hand-drawn Popeye cartoon in over three decades:
I hope Popeye rebounds by hooking up with Betty Boop.
If you never saw them, or need a reminder, or it’s just been too long, here’s one of the Fleischer classics, from 1936, in amazing quality:
And for bonus giggles, here’s a commercial featuring Popeye and Bluto that drove right wingers crazy when it aired:
UPDATE: Of course, now that I think about it, if we watch the Fleischer first, then the Wilco, then the Minute Maid cartoon, maybe we’re actually getting the full story of Popeye’s romantic life…

I always wanted to use this tune as background for a balls-to-the-wall fight sequence in a movie.
From 1987, Duran Duran’s guitarist Andy Taylor (backed up by Steve Jones of the Sex Pistols) shows he can take off the mascara and crank out some actual rock.

Little Juliet puts the Rebecca Blacks of the world in their place.

Last night, Stevie Nicks’s cover of “Not Fade Away” cycled up on my musical playlist and my son and I were bop-bop-bop bop-bopping around the Byrdcave, having fun. I told him it was a Buddy Holly song, so that sent us looking for Holly tunes, then we expanded out and started listening to some other early rock and roll greats.
It was only after I started playing it that I remembered how I used to sing the Elegants’ “Little Star” to him as a lullaby when he was a baby, probably the only lullaby I ever sang to him other than Springsteen’s “Pony Boy.”

Happy Holidays to everyone, whatever their faith or lack thereof. Let’s be nice to each other out there, okay?

I want.

I think I’m rapidly reaching the point where my love for Brandi Carlile becomes infinite…
And the official video (with the studio version) after the jump… Continue reading

Some days, no matter the sunshine or time with friends or shards of productivity, I still mostly feel the corpse waiting in my skin, the creaking bones of my soul. It’s been a year of loss.

Halloween/Samhain has always been my favorite holiday. To celebrate, here’s Springsteen channeling the raging ghost of Howlin’ Wolf with a perfect Halloween song…
For the interested, here are some posts from back in my blog somewheres related to Halloweeny goodness…
…for those who might like to watch something scary and good, I figured I’d throw you a few bones. Collect ‘em all and you can build a skeleton.
These are just five classics, not my all time favorites or anything with that much thought behind it, not in any particular order. All of them are first rate.
Some more contemporary works that many people haven’t seen, and everybody who loves a good scare needs to.
A wonderful short animated film by UCLA student Joaquin Baldwin. It’s visually amazing, and the story is very moving.

A sunny day* deserves a song that evokes the fullness of life…
*And if your day isn’t sunny, you can have some of mine.

“Now I been out in the desert, just doin’ my time
Searchin’ through the dust, lookin’ for a sign
If there’s a light up ahead well brother I don’t know
But I got this fever burnin’ in my soul
So let’s take the good times as they go
And I’ll meet you further on up the road…”
Roads are forking, taking a beloved friend from my life. This is for that friend.
I’m going to miss you.
“One sunny mornin’ we’ll rise I know
And I’ll meet you further on up the road…”

Not for the first time, Brandi Carlile sings my soul.
And though the footage is nicer in the above, this one has the end of the song, so I’m putting both…

Tim Byrd's Doc Wilde, Art by Gary Chaloner
Pete Townsend’s brother, Simon, with my theme song. Of the week.

Live. Love. Breathe. Dance. Sing. Create. Follow your heart. And be there for people.
It’s too easy to lose each other. And time is always short.

It’s been a while.
Partly this was due to a very enjoyable New York vacation (thanks again, Phil & Angie, with a drunken shout-out to Ross), partly due to a general psychological crunch brought on by a major health scare (which proved to be false, thank the gods) and the last radioactive traces of the break-up I’d been trying to fix for way too long, partly due to what seems to be a normalization process in my brain after the giddy trauma of electroshock therapy.
I’ve been out of town and off my game. And most definitely off track.
But, I’m back. I’m healthy. My heart is healed, if still grieving at the loss of someone who would be a fine friend (but who, in truth, I think was right about our romantic incompatibility…the signs were there all along, I just chose to ignore them). And the worst of the crazy brought on by my ECT treatments seems to have receded, leaving me still better able to deal with my demon depression, but not an emotional basket case. It’s like my spine has returned from sabbatical. I am again myself. Mostly. I think.
Now it’s time to get back to work. I’m renewing my commitment to my On Track program, formally beginning this coming Monday. And I’m going to be fine-tuning it some, based on my earlier experiences (for instance, I’m upping my daily minimum word count for writing to 1,000 rather than 500).
Also, I should be on here more again. I hope you’ll join me.
In the meantime, here’s the first Song of the Week in a while, a haunting and lovely piano cover of the Pixies’ “Where Is My Mind” by Maxence Cyrin.

Great song by the Derailers (perhaps the perfect theme band for my weeks “off track” of late)…
Another mile, another memory
of a love I’m trying to forget
There’s no cure, for my misery,
or I haven’t found it yetChorus:
Can’t stop a train, can’t stop a heart;
I’m feeling pain when it’s falling apart
Can’t keep the one you love from changing;
When it’s rolling, can’t stop a trainOur love is a raging fire that consumes my heart and soul
It ran hot right down to the wire when it burns out of control
Where is our love, was it just a sweet dream?
So good while it lasted, now it’s gone, moving on,
can’t stop a trainRepeat Chorus
When it’s gone, moving on, can’t stop a train, can’t stop a train