Anyone else ever wonder if this flick is a metaphor for how horrible it is that Christmas keeps coming earlier and earlier every year, confusing things?
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Anyone else ever wonder if this flick is a metaphor for how horrible it is that Christmas keeps coming earlier and earlier every year, confusing things?
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Nora Keyes, gettin’ her serious creep on.
Happy Halloween!
I don’t know this band, but really dig their song, and the fact that they’re playing it with various apps on their iPhones rather than actual instruments is tres cool. Not to mention great viral marketing.
Maybe it’s time to head for the MARTA train and read my book out loud from my iPhone…
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So yeah, there I was, back from a sabbatical of sorts brought on by crappy circumstances…and ready to go. I was gonna blog more again, keep in touch with people, stay current on email, post a “song of the week” to share cool music, and even set up a site to serialize my early “hardboiled fantasy” novel, Skullduggery so folks could read it for free.
So. Yeah.
Then I disappeared. No more blog, no more music, no more Skullduggery. Definitely no staying current on email, either my personal account or through Facebook (which I haven’t looked at in months). Hardly any online activity at all.
What happened? I could say I bit off more than I could chew, but things being the way they’ve been, it’s probably more accurate to say I bit off more and I couldn’t chew at all. The past few months have been harrowing and stressful and lonely. So hey, good times.
I’m hopefully back for a while, and have things I want to talk about, and some things I really don’t. I’l be making a gradual assault on my email backlog, but if you’re in it, I can’t make any promises I’ll be able to reply. I will try to hit the important things, as out of date as they may be.
And here’s a Song of the Week, to reflect my broken brain and its place in the world…
I’m starting a new tradition here under the ol’ outlaw moon. Every week, I’m going to share a song with you. And I’m going to begin with one of my favorites, a song by the lovely Julie Miller called “By Way of Sorrow.”
This is a song that I’ve listened to hundreds of times over the years and it has never lost its power to move me. Aside from the elegant softness of the music and the gentle beauty of Miller’s voice, the song is like a shelter from the cold, a loving touch on a lonely night.
I suffer from depression, and just listening to Miller sing this song adds a bit of hope to my time in the abyss. This winter has been a time of crushing solitude and torpor for me (it’s become apparent that my depression is very cyclical, and the colder months damn near crack my bones spiritually), and I’m only just starting not only to see sunlight again, but to care whether I see it or not.
Julie Miller’s song helps me feel like perhaps there’s still someplace I’m headed besides base survival.
Lyrics after the break:
An addendum to this morning’s Springsteen post…and an awesome song.
I already blogged about this (with multiple videos), but in April I saw the best concert I’ve ever seen, Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band at Phillips Arena. This wasn’t my first Springsteen show (and hopefully won’t be the last), but it was the best.
As Jon Stewart said a couple of years ago, “If you like joy, go see Bruce Springsteen.”
My ex and I started a new tradition last year. Every Christmas, we’re both giving our son some of the music we were listening to the year we were his current age. He’s thirteen now, so she gave him music from 1965 and I gave him music from 1977, the respective years we were thirteen.
I gave him Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours and ELO’s A New World Record. I also put together a two CD package of assorted hits I liked that year, which allowed me to revisit the year I really started getting into music in the first place and rediscover just how many great songs came out then.
In an appearance on a panel at the World Science Festival, Bobby McFerrin uses his superpowers to turn a crowd into a huge musical instrument. Fascinating and entertaining.
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I think this chick is my totem spirit.
I’ve never bothered with American Idol. But Carrie Underwood almost makes me wish I had, at least that season.
The first video you’ll need to click through to watch on YouTube. It’s worth it.
A live version of an old favorite, one of the more heartbreaking songs I know.
The latest literalization of an old video. It’s hilarious.
Placebo’s fantastic cover of the Kate Bush classic.
Or it should be, anyway.
If you’re not familiar with Michelle Malone, she’s sixteen tons of rock and blues melted down to a scalding boil and poured into a whiskey bottle. She’s a world-class talent I’ve been listening to since the mid-1980s, and a nice lady to boot.

Today’s her birthday. To celebrate, everybody should buy her new album, Debris. It’s an amazing work. Here’s a taste:
And if you likey the blues, you really need to watch this one:
Happy birthday, Michelle!
Here are a couple of videos from Springsteen’s 1988 Tunnel of Love tour, which was the first time I saw him. Tunnel of Love is notable for being his last studio album with the E Street Band (until 2002’s The Rising, a 16 year gap), and it was during this tour that Bruce (who was married to Julianne Phillips) fell for his backup singer, Patti Scialfa.
In the first video, Bruce and Patti look like they’re on the verge of tearing each other’s clothes off on the spot, and in the second, Bruce explores a theme that clearly was very much on his mind at the time: wanting something you’re not supposed to have.
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While we’re on the topic of Patti Scialfa, here’s a treat for those unfamiliar with her solo work: