Been liking these guy's sound for a while now. Saw them with Robbie Robertson. They were in town earlier this month, doing the release party for their 2nd record at one of our local independent record stores. Here's a live selection from a show in DC.
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 #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Another band I've enjoyed seeing a few times. I remember seeing the Garza brothers perform the first time, it must have been 7 years ago, at one of the free Waterfront Wednesday events put on by my city's PRP. It was shortly before their 1st record dropped, and their promo had been getting a lot of play on one of our PRP music stations. I was blown away, and am still blown away every time I see this trio. I love the "Texican" sound, and I like to think that Stevie Ray is smiling in heaven whenever they play. Here's some video from a show in Austin, TX.
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
Another musician & song writer that I miss dearly. Mr. Zevon is number six on my list, as far as number of times I've seen any act. From a BBC broadcast, Christmas 1994. I've made a point of enjoying every sandwich since your passing...
"...after a long day of improbable & grotesque mischief..."
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 #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
The first time I saw Mr. Zevon perform this tune was in '92 at Bogarts in Cincy, he opened the show with it. It ended up being the version of "Splendid Isolation" that appeared on the "Learning to Flinch" album. "LtF" was a live Zevon album, featuring completely solo versions of his tunes from venues across the globe. Those were always the best Zevon shows, the ones with just Warren, the guitar, the piano, & a bottle of Jim Beam...like it was that night. This version is with a backing band, it's from the Night Music TV show.
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
"...after a long day of improbable & grotesque mischief..."
Words to live by Vault, those words will set you free.
Quality as per usual (Did I really post a Dolly Parton Song in some drunken moment of sincerity?) Gaaahh, WTF is wrong with me? Ah, feck it. Publish and be damned.
There aint no cure for Love.
First, we take Manhattan, then we take 1c. (Private joke)
The la's do some skiffle.
PJ Harvey of whom Byron wished he had wrote.....She walks in Beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skys
She's f*cking Dynamite Ladies and Gents, and this is a beautiful song. Listen. Trust me. Your ears (and eyes) will thank you for it.
"...after a long day of improbable & grotesque mischief..."
Words to live by Vault, those words will set you free.
Warren Zevon's long friendship with Hunter S. Thompson is quite apparent in that statement.
It definitely spoke to me when first I heard it. HST grew up in the same Louisville, KY neighborhood that I live in. It's an oddly diverse neighborhood which I've noticed has a tendency to produce totally gonzo libertarian types like HST...I should know, I happen to be one of them.
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 #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
vault_dweller, you keep telling cool stories like that and I'll have to go back and re-read the whole HST collection. Might even give _The Electrical Koolaid Acid Test_ another go. Nothing to do with it, but it started me off way back when.
ps my times in Louisville were few, but great! Which part were you referring to?
The Highlands neighborhood, in the Cherokee Triangle area. The house he lived in is still standing, and the current owners are real cool about its legacy. When HST died, a little memorial shrine spontaneously sprung up from the locals stopping by. They left it there for a week or so. HST attended a number of area schools, Bloom Elementary, Highland Middle, Atherton High, and Male High (which was a traditional school at the time, located nearby in the city). IMO, he is one of Louisville's finest sons.
It was 1990, give or take, I don't remember When the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters When the boys started cutting off their hair
The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough It ought to have a proper home Dead, fat, or rich, nobody�s left to #%&*$# About the goings on in self destructive zones
Ah, feck it. Publish and be damned. 