Static on the Radio

I heard this song for the first time in a bar in Port Credit in 2005. It’s a lovely song by Jim White. I have always had a hard time picking out individual words in songs, and have always been surprised when people are able to sing along with songs after they’ve heard them a couple, several, or even a bunch of times. Even though I have listened to this song probably ninety times (and often on repeat in the car) I can’t figure out the majority of the lyrics.

I’m not so quick as to jump to assume that it’s a problem with my brain or something, but I’m more inclined to listen to the lovely trumpet part somewhere in the middle, and then be happy that at the end the male singer says “What’d you say?” to someone. It’s as though he’s speaking it for me: ‘what’d you say? I can’t figure out what half of the words are either, which is why I was letting you sing most of the bits‘.

Static on the Radio, indeed. There is a whole generation of people, who, with the advent of digital radio, will never know the lovely sound of static between the radio stations of the dial. It’s a real shame, because it’s such a nice sound, and despite the perceived inconvenience of having to actually tune in to a station, I’m not sure that the one-click option of digital radio really is that much faster.

Brown Eyed Women

I like this song, and I’ve been listening to it all day. When I drove to the Home Depot I listened to it on repeat all the way there, and all the way home, and now I’m listening to it as I clean the kitchen. It’s a nice song. Jerry Garcia played 2,314 concerts with the Grateful Dead and it took him the better part of three decades. I doubt I can listen to an eight minute song that many times in three weeks.

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”

Brown-eyed women and red grenadine,
The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean.
Sound of the thunder with the rain pourin’ down,
And it looks like the old man’s gettin’ on.

1929 when he stepped to the bar, drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar.
1930 when the wall caved in, he made his way selling red-eyed gin.

Delilah Jones was the mother of twins,
Two times over and the rest were sins.
Raised eight boys, only I turned bad,
Didn’t get the lickins that the other ones had.

Tumble down shack in Big Foot county.
Snowed so hard that the roof caved in.
Delilah Jones went to meet her God,
And the old man never was the same again.

Daddy made whiskey and he made it well.
Cost two dollars and it burned like hell.
I cut hick’ry just to fire the still,
Drink down a bottle and be ready to kill.

Gone are the days when the ox fall down,
Take up the yoke and plow the fields around.
Gone are the days when the ladies said “Please,
Gentle Jack Jones won’t you come to me.”

I Should Be Sleeping

Instead, I’m dancing around my kitchen, still half-furious that I can’t get my computer to work the way I want it to. It’s been almost three straight days of fighting with it, and though I seem to have beaten the system because of one problem, there’s another problem lurking around the corner that I still can’t seem to figure out. At one point in college, I knew a guy who we used to refer to as “Codec-Dave”, and it’s almost too bad that I don’t have his contact information anymore, because this is one of those times that someone with a name like his certainly might not be a bad person to have around. Then again, he was crazy.

Anyway, this is what I’ve been listening to for the past 20 minutes.

We had a good run at it.

Whitey n Me

Whitey 'n Me

Metzeler Elephants

From Helmut Klassen

From Helmut Klassen

The Same Year as Being A Weaver

Sand Art

Sand Art

I love this Video

I have been trying to clean out all of my Firefox bookmarks by deleting the ones I no longer need and sorting through the ones I still like. I’ve come across some gems that I’ve bookmarked over the years, and this youtube video is one of them. I don’t know how it ended up in my bookmarks in the first place, but that’s OK, I really really love this video, and the song makes me want to run around and dance.

I really like Regina Spektor‘s website. There is a whole section of photographs, of which some are Polaroids. I have never owned a Polaroid camera, but there’s something rather nice about the way those photos turn out.

The bit in this video where they’re throwing colour all around a black and white room is lovely, but having cleaned up printer toner in my life, I can imagine what a mess that would be, and what hell it would be to clean up.