Radiohead - New Years' Eve (Scotch Mist)

Neil Young - A Day in the Life

In the end it's about the music

The Band The Weight

Elton John and Bernie Taupin at their very best

Pixies - Cactus

Tinarewin

Pixies - River Euphrates

Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias, July 28, 1954 - March 5, 2013

El Comandante

You will be missed.  Dearly missed.

The Old Grey Whistle Test - Live Performance

"Homosapiens have outgrown their use."

Our Greatest Gift to the Cosmos -- Classical Music

Ha Na Chang sweating out Shostakovitch.  I won't kid you; I have absolutely no formal education in music.  You could conclude that I actually listen "by ear."  However, I now listen very closely.  For example, I attempt to ferret out the base in rock and roll music.  Drum rhythms as well.

But please pay special attention to Han Na's sawing of the Cello strings at 5:20 through 5:46.  It reminds me of the manner in which Led Zeppelin delivers the bizarre rhythmic mix or contest between the drummer and the lead guitarist, Jimmy Page, which initially strikes the listener as disorganized.  Until, that is, she keeps listening.  But, don't listen to me.  My ear for music is totally uncertified.  The closest metaphor?  The time I practiced uncertified CPR on an unconscious woman, named Jerri, on a flat raft on the Tennessee River while we floated toward Ross's Landing.  I got her going again.  Totally uncertified.  

David Byrne and Talking Heads - Burning Down the House

Shakespeare's Existentialism, from Macbeth. James Joyce's Warning

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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.  Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.  It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5, 19 - 28


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"Our lust is brief.  We are means to those small creatures within us, and nature has other ends than we."

James Joyce, from Ulysses (Published 1920, immediately after the deadly flu pandemic of 1918)
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