I remember reading an interview that Bob Dylan gave back in the 80’s or early 90’s. When asked what songwriters he admired, Dylan mentioned Gordon Lightfoot. That surprised the hell out of me, because I had always taken Lightfoot to be a silly, pop-oriented guy. Of course, Bob was right.
“When you reach the part where the heartaches come
The hero would be me
But heroes often fail
And you wont read that book again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take”
-Gordon Lightfoot, “If You Could Read My Mind”
“So hear my words with faith and passion
For what I say to you is true
And when you find the one you might become
Remember part of me is you”
-Lyle Lovett, “Simple Song”
“And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck”
-Lyle Lovett, “This Old Porch”
1. We lost yet again in softball last night. We’re 4-10 now I think.
2. Got yarn? Knit Spock ears!
3. Vista’s so bad, even Intel won’t use it.
4. Wired’s Drive-in movie photo gallery.
5. Closer than they appear:
Relief, Natural and Turn are the three new mixed media pieces on the website.
The Dems need to be hitting this hard. All day. Every day. If the average working men and women of this country were made to understand the real story of how the republicans have raped the poor people of this country over the last eight years (and how they plan to continue this), there wouldn’t be a republican elected official above the rank of dogcatcher anywhere outside of Utah. (Link from Open Left).
Why I’m Voting Repubublican.
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Daily.
Movie: Cashback: This sweet little movie delivers on everything it sets out for: Thoughtful, artistic, smart, funny, visual, quiet, a little dark, a little silly, and beautiful. Not many small-budget films achieve this consistency of mood without falling on their face in some other way. Well done.
There’s so much beauty everywhere…
I forgot to post this before. A new record was set a couple of weeks ago. Let’s all celebrate.
Just wandering around the property, playing with my macro lens.
In my dream, there’s an imaginary song playing on my iPod. It’s not a real song - I know it’s imaginary somehow, but I can almost hear it. Someone like Nick Cave is singing, there’s a cello following along beside the slow melody, and somewhere there’s a big-ass Hammond organ groaning painfully in the background.
It’s a song about realizing, years after the fact, that you were in love with someone who you never knew at the time that you were in love with.
It’s all imaginary. And yet I can still almost hear it.
