Point being, you never know till you try. You don't like it? Thats Ok, as long as you listened. All music fans will give music a chance. Some are keepers, some you just say 'no thanks, not my cup of tea' but cheers anyway.
That's the only reason this thread exists! Play on.
btw Biggles, you kinda rubbed me the wrong way back when I posted some Coldplay (and I like them), but you turned me onto RadioHead. I wasn't a fan then, am now.
Reminds me of my father every time I listen. Cat Stevens is still singing.
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Amen VonKhan, honour thy Father and Mother....and Cat does that in a wonderful way. 'Yusuf Islam', I think his name is now. Yes, 'all Muslims are Evil and they are plotting your destruction'. Time was when Christians and Muslims actually lived together in 'relative' peace. Then Dogma and 'Humanity' intervened. Both are at root Abrahamic, you will find Moses 'Musu', Jesus 'Isa' and Abraham....'Ibrahim' in the Koran if you look....as Prophets of the Living God (as Monotheism would have it). That is, if you had bothered to look and educate yourself, and try to understand. That is the tragedy. What a load of #%&*$#. That is what happens in a 'Climate of Fear'. Stupid, easily frightened people get scared and frightened, very easily. Easier to herd. Less hassle.
Good stuff mate, Cheers.
I hear you - I'm muslim myself and all the hatred makes no sense to me. All human at the end of the day.
In that spirit, peace train:
I used to work for a living, but then I took an arrow to the knee.
[quote=vonKhan]Reminds me of my father every time I listen. Cat Stevens is still singing.
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Amen VonKhan, honour thy Father and Mother....and Cat does that in a wonderful way. 'Yusuf Islam', I think his name is now. Yes, 'all Muslims are Evil and they are plotting your destruction'. Time was when Christians and Muslims actually lived together in 'relative' peace. Then Dogma and 'Humanity' intervened. Both are at root Abrahamic, you will find Moses 'Musu', Jesus 'Isa' and Abraham....'Ibrahim' in the Koran if you look....as Prophets of the Living God (as Monotheism would have it). That is, if you had bothered to look and educate yourself, and try to understand. That is the tragedy. What a load of #%&*$#. That is what happens in a 'Climate of Fear'. Stupid, easily frightened people get scared and frightened, very easily. Easier to herd. Less hassle.
Good stuff mate, Cheers.
I hear you - I'm muslim myself and all the hatred makes no sense to me. All human at the end of the day.
Heehee, me too. Always loved it when Jerry and the boys sang about the ladies. Here's a selection or two from a few shows I attended in the late eighties and early nineties. First up is several selections of an old favorite.
7/24/87 Oakland, CA
6/21/89 Mountain View, CA
3/22/90 Hamilton, Ontario
Always loved hearing Lucy...
3/24/93 Chapel Hill, NC
Oh, and Quinn, can't forget Quinn...
9/19/90 MSG New York, NY
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Brings back a flood of memories. It's odd and kind of cool how music can stir old memories. Over the past few months I've been slowly digging through my collection of bootleg recordings and concert memorabilia. Well, the other day I finally made it to the Grateful Dead box, knowing that I was in store for some more sweet memories of days past. The first tape I pulled out of the box was from Alpine Valley in East Troy, Wisconsin, July 17th 1989. This night was likely one of the best Dead shows I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few. Here's some video from the opening, and from the ending of the show.
The goodness continued, unabated, for another two nights. Many Dead fans felt that this night was the beginning of the end for the band, "Downhill From Here" they called it, which is the title of the DVD this video is pulled from. An apt name for the story I'm going to tell, at least for my friend, Jack; for me it was more of a major milestone in my life, a sort of "before the flood" thing.
It was a fun trip up to America's Jerryland that summer, I was there with my best friend, Jack. In hindsight, I was grateful (pardon pun) that I took this trip with Jack because he didn't live to see another July. Come this July 1st, he will have been gone for 21 years. It was basically because of knowing Jack that I developed such an avid interest in music, art, and food/cooking; the man was wildly talented in all three disciplines. After so many years, the scars from Jack's untimely passing have healed quite nicely; though they can still be painful from time to time. I am a better and more well rounded person for having known him, and a better person because of the many ways his death changed me and my outlook on life. The inscription on his tombstone is from "We Bid You Goodnight." "Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest..."
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Also gotta post this tasty morsel, Eric Clapton with The Allman Brothers from a 2009 show at the Beacon Theater in New York.
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Brings back a flood of memories. It's odd and kind of cool how music can stir old memories. Over the past few months I've been slowly digging through my collection of bootleg recordings and concert memorabilia. Well, the other day I finally made it to the Grateful Dead box, knowing that I was in store for some more sweet memories of days past. The first tape I pulled out of the box was from Alpine Valley in East Troy, Wisconsin, July 17th 1989. This night was likely one of the best Dead shows I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few. Here's some video from the opening, and from the ending of the show.
The goodness continued, unabated, for another two nights. Many Dead fans felt that this night was the beginning of the end for the band, "Downhill From Here" they called it, which is the title of the DVD this video is pulled from. An apt name for the story I'm going to tell, at least for my friend, Jack; for me it was more of a major marker in my life, a sort of "before the flood" thing.
It was a fun trip up to America's Jerryland that summer, I was there with my best friend, Jack. In hindsight, I was grateful (pardon pun) that I took this trip with Jack because he didn't live to see another July. Come this July 1st, he will have been gone for 21 years. It was basically because of knowing Jack that I developed such an avid interest in music, art, and food/cooking; the man was wildly talented in all three disciplines. After so many years, the scars from Jack's untimely passing have healed quite nicely; though they can still be painful from time to time. I am a better and more well rounded person for having known him, and a better person because of the many ways his death changed me and my outlook on life. The inscription on his tombstone is from "We Bid You Goodnight." "Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest..."
Just.....this. *Nah, there is just summat in me eye.....Honest to Goodness.*
" "Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest..."
Last time I mentioned that many Dead fans thought the band went downhill after 1989. I don't necessarily feel that way. I liked the band that emerged after Brent Mydland's death, with Vinny Welnick & Bruce Hornsby on keyboard/piano...the sound was nice and fat. An example here with the guys playing "Deal," they are joined by Branford Marsalis. 9/10/91 MSG, New York
I've never been to see the current Dead lineup (my last Dead show was also Jerry Garcia's last), but I hear they are pretty awesome...I'll probably go see them some time, it's on my bucket list to do so. Here's a taste of "Loose Lucy." 7/23/04 St. Louis, MO
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Here's a sad song from my hometown. This was right after Jack died, and this song was one of his favorites, a fitting tribute I thought. I still cry every time I see or hear this. 7/6/90 OCS, Louisville, KY
The last year of his life, Jerry Garcia started occasionally playing one of my favorite Dylan songs. Two nice examples here, the second is from the last two shows he ever played. 3/18/95 The Spectrum, Philadelphia, PA 7/8/95 Soldier Field, Chicago, IL
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Brilliant, vault dweller and thanks a bunch. You should come out of that Dungeon more often, you know.
Here's another tasty morsel from the vault, J.J. Cale & Clapton doing "After Midnight."
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
