5.31.2011
Gypsy Jazz
Well it was another fantastic night at NOB last week, made especially awesome by the return of Fredd's Gypsy Jazz Orgasm, who got everyone up and shaking and playin' them bongos. Here is their final song of the night, with Ken stepping in to help out on drums.
5.23.2011
5.19.2011
dreamsdreamsdreams
I know that it is frightfully tedious to hear someone relay the experiences of a dream, especially since there is a tendency to forget the plot halfway through, but I had one the other night which was just fantastic and so wish to record it for my own amusement if nothing else.
I was in a grand theatre hall, the kind with billowing red curtains and velvet seats and gold leaf on the bannisters of the royal booths, and I was watching Roger Waters performing "The Wall". However, after the first song (which was 'Mother', strangely, completely out of order), Roger disappeared and a play began that was filled with bizarre political commentary. Then I noticed I was sat next to Christopher Hitchens, who had written this play, and who was now bellowing with laughter as people around him heckled the play and began leaving the theatre.
Well, as you may have guesssed I cannot remember what happened next, but good lord it was fantastic to see Hitch on fine form yelling at everyone. It is a sad sad thing that he has lost his voice, but we can be grateful that he has not lost the power of words. He writes about losing it to cancer in this essay:
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/06/christopher-hitchens-unspoken-truths-201106
in which he also quotes from one of my very favourite Leonard Cohen songs.
I do hope he kicks cancer's arse in the same way he has so many politicians and religious figures.
I was in a grand theatre hall, the kind with billowing red curtains and velvet seats and gold leaf on the bannisters of the royal booths, and I was watching Roger Waters performing "The Wall". However, after the first song (which was 'Mother', strangely, completely out of order), Roger disappeared and a play began that was filled with bizarre political commentary. Then I noticed I was sat next to Christopher Hitchens, who had written this play, and who was now bellowing with laughter as people around him heckled the play and began leaving the theatre.
Well, as you may have guesssed I cannot remember what happened next, but good lord it was fantastic to see Hitch on fine form yelling at everyone. It is a sad sad thing that he has lost his voice, but we can be grateful that he has not lost the power of words. He writes about losing it to cancer in this essay:
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/06/christopher-hitchens-unspoken-truths-201106
in which he also quotes from one of my very favourite Leonard Cohen songs.
I do hope he kicks cancer's arse in the same way he has so many politicians and religious figures.
5.08.2011
5.02.2011
Music from the motion picture
電車を一つ、二つ、三つ乗り継いだ先の
くたびれた高速道路の街で
買ったいくつかの古いレコード
Muddy Waters、Elvis Costello、Tom Waitsのサントラが2枚、
そしてBob MarleyのLIVE盤。
薄茶色に汚れた壁の皺だらけ灯り
テーブルの上の冷めたコーヒー
音楽の世界に過去の偉人は居ない
カップの中は夜の色と同じ
その冷めてしまった夜を
チビチビとやり過ごす様な音楽を
一つでも作ったことのあるやつは
今もこれから先もずっと生きていて
誰かを口説き続けてる
偉大なろくでなし野郎ってことだ
ss
くたびれた高速道路の街で
買ったいくつかの古いレコード
Muddy Waters、Elvis Costello、Tom Waitsのサントラが2枚、
そしてBob MarleyのLIVE盤。
薄茶色に汚れた壁の皺だらけ灯り
テーブルの上の冷めたコーヒー
音楽の世界に過去の偉人は居ない
カップの中は夜の色と同じ
その冷めてしまった夜を
チビチビとやり過ごす様な音楽を
一つでも作ったことのあるやつは
今もこれから先もずっと生きていて
誰かを口説き続けてる
偉大なろくでなし野郎ってことだ
ss
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