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Dancing About Architecture



"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture, ............... it's a really stupid thing to want to do." --Elvis Costello



Updated: 2014-10-02T00:39:04.716-04:00

 



Chicago (184/365)

2008-09-04T23:27:32.842-04:00

Chicago - Lucy Wainwright Roche: Chicago will always remind me of picking plump succulent mountain blueberries with Libby. Discovering ones that tasted just like a Louie-Bloo Raspberry® Otter Pop made for our favorite part. Cullen summed it up best, "I could listen to her sing 24/7 and never be bored."

Flying home Friday
over the buildings and
I did it my way,
leaking from some one else's ears
cut him some slack
look out the window
you're not coming back

Isn't it funny?
Isn't it something?
Isn't simple after all?
Goodnight Chicago,
you have sky's as red as any summer.
Goodnight Chicago
you are mine,
tonight.
Goodnight Chicago,
you have eyes as bright as any child's.
Goodnight Chicago
you are mine
tonight.
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Long Haired Country Boy or Dental Floss(183/365)

2008-06-04T08:31:17.860-04:00


Which should it be????

Long Haired Country Boy - Charlie Daniels Band
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Dental Floss - Frank Zappa: Carita was an absolute CBD freak in H.S., so naturally when I hear them I think of her. My mom and hers recently took a road trip together. She's living in Montana now, an architect with three kids. Guess I need to change her song.

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Nice Day (182/365)

2008-06-03T09:41:48.826-04:00

Nice Day - Tommy Womack: Nice Day = Nothing Broken, No E.R. visits. This pretty much sums up my life. Except the hair part, mine is still wild and thick. Conversely, my brothers' hair have all high-tailed it off their heads, running down their backs, in search of an escape route.
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I'm 45, my hair is going,
I've got a shaky sense of self esteem,
but in that water, that smile on my boy's face
for a moment life was not a bad dream.

It's been a nice day,
we all went swimming.
"I love you Daddy."

he said that twice.

Nothing got broken
No one got sunburned
I never freaked out,
it was nice.

I worry often,
I live in terror
of what life might have in store.




Ooh La La (181/365)

2008-06-02T08:36:06.795-04:00

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Ooh La La - Ronnie Lane and Ron Wood: Every time I hear this I cry because I never knew my grandfathers, I sure could have used their love and wisdom. As I sip my morning java and look at Grandfather Mountain, I'm beginning to discover a new kind of wisdom. Blessed by love.

Watch Rod Stewart and The Coors perform Ooh La La
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I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.




I Went Wrong (180/365)

2008-06-02T07:27:14.250-04:00

I Went Wrong - Sean Costello: The rise and fall of a promising musical love affair. Discovered this lovely new-to-me talent the other day...I was so excited. Moments later as I visited his MySpace, I learned of his early demise, exactly one month after his death. A life cut short.

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Sugar Mountain (179/365)

2008-05-31T13:17:01.185-04:00

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Sugar Mountain - Neil Young: The day I turned 20, I listened to this song. Recently went to Sugar Mountain for the first time. Honestly, it's probably the most hideous looking mountain top in all of the Blue Ridge. Who's idea was it to put that condo up there? UGLY!!!

Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that you're leaving there too soon
You're leaving there too soon

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Side Note... Neil recently had a spider named for him. Click here to read more.



Stratford-On-Guy (178/365)

2008-05-30T08:51:29.074-04:00

Coffey Hall (and the surrounding Coffey Grounds)(image)

Stratford-On-Guy - Liz Phair: Mundelein College, back in the day was an unique institution (now part of Loyola). My dorm room was the last room east with Lake Michigan as my next-door neighbor. In all the days I lived there, it never looked the same; always changing, always beautiful.

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke


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Mr. Lee (177/365)

2008-05-29T12:55:59.477-04:00

The Bobbettes - Mr. Lee: Until today I never heard this song in its entirety, but bits of it run through my head at strange hours, especially on sunny afternoons when I'm missing the lake front. If you're from Chicago, I bet you know this song too. Tell me how.

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Northern Town (176/365)

2008-05-28T17:39:18.117-04:00

Northern Town - GaNgLy MoOsE: Moved to a small mountain town over the weekend. "Things around here move a little on the slow side, (but) what I've found... there's nothing like a northern town." Lots of wild turkey running about; haven't encountered a bear yet; hoping to see river otters.

Click here to hear Northern Town

Livin' in a messed up place
is everything I need
grow roots in the burying ground
growing freedom

cussin' at the fading light
climbed up the mountain
I'm sliding down the other side
gaining speed

standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town

living in a time that's right
for taking a little seed
the whole wide world Lord's coming down on me
stop and take a look you'll see
it takes a whole lot of people to make a happy family

what I've found
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town

fell off the edge of this earth
going to find you
maybe you can tell me where the time's run off to

sun and moon they've gone to hide
things around here move a little on the slow side

what I've found
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
standing on the hallowed ground
what I've found well there's
nothing like a northern town
and don't let it get you down



Truckin' (175/365)

2008-05-22T23:32:36.614-04:00

Truckin' - Grateful Dead: When I was younger I thought it would be cool to be a truck driver. What better way to see the country right? Today my dream came true. Guess what? It's not all that it's cracked up to be. Sang this song while I drove.Truckin' got my chips cashed in. keep truckin, like the do-dah manTogether, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.Chicago, New York, Detroit and its all on the same street.Your typical city involved in a typical daydreamHang it up and see what tomorrow brings.Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to New Orleans;New Yorks got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.One of these days they know they better get goin'Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.Truckin, like the do-dah man. once told me you've got to play your handSometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you dont lay em down,Sometimes the lights all shinin' on me;Other times I can barely see.Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the sameLivin on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,All a friend can say is ain't it a shame?Truckin, up to buffalo. been thinkin, you got to mellow slowTakes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin on.Sittin and starin out of the hotel window.Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in againI'd like to get some sleep before I travel,But if you got a warrant, I guess youre gonna come in.Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin pin.Knocked down, it gets to wearin thin. they just wont let you be, oh no.You're sick of hangin around and you'd like to travel;Get tired of travelin and you want to settle down.I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin,Get out of the door and light out and look all around.Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;Other times I can barely see.Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.Truckin', I'm a goin' home. whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.Hey now get back truckin' home.[...]



Love and Gasoline (174/365)

2008-05-21T12:00:31.158-04:00

Love and Gasoline - Donna The Buffalo: Last year in Chicago to visit the family, Hayden and I spied this on a Dummer, aka Hummer and we nearly fell out laughing over the owner's license plate poetry. "How I wonder as I wander" what it must co$t to "Fil Er Up" now.

Click to listen to 30 second clip of Love and Gasoline

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Long road we're laying it down
Step into the picture at the edge of town
And wide, wide as can be
Each and every day a bit of destiny

Lay down here by your side
White stars are passing in the middle of the night
Cool hands moving us along
Wise in the moment, Settled in the dawn

I'm not,
I'm not living for a simple dream
I'm still livin' on love and gasoline

Warm winds blowing through the trees
Time and revelation whistling 'round my knees
Same wind of a freeing kind
Sentimental journey coming into mind

Sunrise and the whole world sees
All that lays before is made for you and me
Real Love makes the world dance
Universal language stands a fighting chance

How I wonder as I wander
Where the answers lie
Chasing my thoughts
I hear thunder race across the sky



Radio Cure (173/365)

2008-05-21T08:00:00.928-04:00

Radio Cure - Wilco: Radio Cure is amusing. It leaves me with a pleasurable deride; its visceral yet diametrical. These words keep getting more complex with each listening and I can't help but be amazed by Tweedy's poetry. Misheard* this line as, "Honey, your kisses are clouds of fog".

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Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog
Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
* Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings & queens
of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has the way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can



Postcards From Hell (172/365)

2008-05-19T10:00:31.133-04:00

Postcards From Hell - The Wood Brothers: I have a musical addiction problem. Which is a lot less evil than the more obvious ones. Still this is how burn-out and over-play occur. The more I listen to PFH, the more I've got to have it. Great advice, "don't read postcards from hell".*To listen, click here and select PFH from right side. I highly recommend this album (Loaded - The Wood Brothers).I know a man who sings the bluesYeah he plays just what he feelsKeeps a letter in the pocket of his coatBut he never breaks the sealSet up in a bar room cornerPlayin' for tips and beerPeople carryin' on and drinkin'You gotta strain to hearI've seen him playin' some old cheap guitarBut he could play on pots and pansYou never heard a soul so pure and trueIt's flowin' right out of his handsHe can sing sweet as a choir girlOr he can sing a house on fireI've seen him callin' up the angelsAnd use a breeze for a telephone wireBut if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe says,I got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hellSays he came from down in TexasPlayin' out since he's fifteenYou can hear a little ChicagoAnd a lot of New OrleansHe can take you on a freight trainHe can take you down the alleyHe can take you to the churchHe can walk you through the valleyBut if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe says,I got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hellI've seen him sleepin' in a doorwayMaybe livin' outsideOn his back just like a cockroachBut he ain't waitin' to dieAnd if you ask himHow he sings his blues so wellHe says,I got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellI got a soul that I won't sellAnd I don't read postcards from hell[...]



Mountains O' Things (171/365)

2008-05-18T11:33:38.104-04:00

Mountains O' Things - Tracy Chapman: Tracy's singing,The life I've always wantedI guess I'll never haveI'll be working for somebody elseUntil I'm in my graveI'll be dreaming of a live of easeAnd mountainsOh mountains o thingsfrom Hayden's speakersTo have a big expensive carDrag my furs on the groundAnd have a maid that I can tellTo bring me anythingEveryone will look at me with envy and with greedIll revel in their attentionAnd mountainsOh mountains o thingsas I pack boxes with all the stuff I've accumulated the last few months. Surrounded by these mountains of things, I can't help but feel ridiculously incongruous. Especially now with the economy on the brink. Sweet lazy lifeChampagne and caviarI hope you'll come and find meCause you know who we areThose who deserve the best in lifeAnd know what moneys worthAnd those whose sole misfortuneWas having mountains o nothing at birthI pause to remind myself... Oh they tell meTheres still time to save my soulThey tell meRenounce allRenounce all those material things you gained byExploiting other human beingsConsume more than you needThis is the dreamMake you pauperOr make you queenI wont die lonelyI'll have it all prearrangedA grave thats deep and wide enoughFor me and all my mountains o thingsMostly I feel lonelyGood good people areGood people are onlyMy stepping stonesIts gonna take all my mountains o thingsTo surround meKeep all my enemies awayKeep my sadness and loneliness at bay[...]



Black Magic (170/365)

2008-05-16T10:37:59.006-04:00

Black Magic - Ollie and Friends: When Oliver, a self-taught guitar player came to visit, he walked into my living room, grabbed Gary's left-handed guitar, turned it upside down and started to play like it was nada deal. His music is his own creation. I describe it as fusion meets psychedelic.

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How To Save A Life (169/365)

2008-05-16T09:45:24.942-04:00

How To Save A Life - The Fray: Hell, it's way too soon to write about... yet tangled in these lyrics is my own reality. Fortunately, I never lost my friend because for some freaky reason he came to me to talk and I got him help. Still, I fear for his future.

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Let him know that you know best
Because after all, you do know best

Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
Things you told him all along
Pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

And where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things:
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came





Barely Breathing (168/365)

2008-05-14T16:04:29.450-04:00

Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik: When Libby was a newborn, she was sick; spending the first six days of her life recovering from her birth*. I lived in the N.I.C.U. and late one night Barely Breathing played over the nurses' radio. Proving again the irony of God's sense of humor.

*Respiratory Distress Syndrome (Click to learn)

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I know what you're doing, I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
It must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born



More Than Feeling (167/365)

2008-05-14T00:47:49.887-04:00

More Than A Feeling - Boston: It's a peerless May afternoon, Cindy and I are walking along the sea wall at Foster Avenue Beach; talking and enjoying all the sidewalk art. It's 1977, our time to be fresh-faced, young and carefree. Boston's screaming from some teenage boys' Boom-box. We start dancing.
(image) Art along Lake Michigan.
Are these pieces of Chicago history doomed? Click Here to learn more.
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So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky



Uncle John's Band (166/365)

2008-05-13T22:26:32.386-04:00

Uncle John's Band - Grateful Dead: Cathy's* parent's record collection completely blew me a way. "Do you realize," I stammered, holding a copy of Working Man's Dead, "that my brother Robert has this same album!" It never occurred to me until then that parents c/sh/w/ould even like rock and roll music.

*Please stop by and visit her new blog @


Your psychedelic trip awaits...
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Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry any more,
cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door.
Think this through with me, let me know your mind,
Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?



Beyond The Sea (165/365)

2008-05-16T09:24:57.699-04:00

Beyond The Sea - Bobby Darin: My parents weren't fond of "all that wild rock and roll music" streaming from their children's rooms. At Sunday dinners in the dining room, my mom insisted on Formal, which almost always include some Bobby Darin. Happy memories. Thanks mom for teaching me proper etiquette.

Warning his lips aren't in sync with this recording...
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Somewhere beyond the sea
      Somewhere waitin’ for me
      My lover stands on golden sands
      And watches the ships that go sailin’.
      Somewhere beyond the sea
      She's there watchin’ for me
      If I could fly like birds on high
      Then straight to her arms I’d go sailin’.
      It's far beyond the stars
      It's near beyond the moon
      I know beyond a doubt
      My heart will lead me there soon.




Night Moves (164/365)

2008-05-10T10:26:44.280-04:00

Night Moves - Bob Seger: Freshman year of H.S., working at Corn-A-Plenty, next-door to Lockwood Castle, consuming much of the inventory, drinking in the back-room of the store after hours because I had the key...This was my Night Moves. X-wild-child that's making sure her kids don't take after her.
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin' by the sword
And we'd steal away every chance we could
To the back-room, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues

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Isn't Nice To Be Home Again? (163/365)

2008-05-09T12:42:01.736-04:00

Isn't It Nice To Be Home Again? - James Taylor: Ironically, standing in the Wal-Mart return line, I'm home again. The older lady in front of me immediately starts-up a friendly conversation. She was sincere and genuine, so I just had to ask, "What part of the Midwest are you from?" "Cleveland, Ohio," she replied.
Late last night so far away
I dreamed my-self a dream
Well I dreamed I was so all alone
Isn't it nice to be home again?
I said welcome home
Didn't we miss your smiling face
Well the sun was nice in L.A.
Sun-shine
But isn't it nice to be home again?
Well I said isn't it nice to be home a-gain?

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Jet Airliner (162/365)

2008-05-07T11:35:43.365-04:00

Jet Airliner - Steve Miller Band: At the car dealership getting work done on Dale, my almost one year old Mustang GT. SMB comes over the speakers playing this song and I want to jam-out, but I'm in public. Instead, I decide to get nitrogen in my tires, like a "big ol' jet airliner".

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Leavin' home, out on the road
I've been down before
Ridin' along in this big ol' jet plane
I've been thinkin' about my home
But my love light seems so far away
And I feel like it's all been done
Somebody's tryin' to make me stay
You know I've got to be movin' on

Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Don't carry me too far away
Oh, Oh big ol' jet airliner
Cause it's here that I've got to stay



Lovin' Arms (161/365)

2008-05-06T09:18:23.021-04:00

Lovin' Arms - The Wood Brothers: I like these lyrics, "But what if he's got slippery hands?" They're cool, bold, and so human. The music is tight, like the siblings that made it. I just know Loaded will become a favorite. Definitely one of the best CDs I've heard this year.
To listen to Lovin' Arms click here.
And you've got a good mind to pray
They say it's all part of his plan,
But what if he's got slippery hands?





Riding With The King (160/365)

2008-05-05T23:07:19.659-04:00

Riding With The King - John Hiatt: First fell in love with Hiatt after hearing RWTK. That voice! Dave played it for me and I just couldn't get enough. Although I've never been a huge fan of The King, I feel His influence ripple through most of the bands that I adore.I dreamed I did a good job and I got well paidBlew it all at the penny arcadeA hundred dollars on a Kewpie dollI guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl. On a TWA to the promised land. Every woman, child and man Gets a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring. Don't you know you're riding with the king? He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier, He's gonna check us all on out of here. Up to that mansion on a hill Where you can get your prescription filled.Any kinda pill. Get on a TWA to the promised land. Everybody clap your hands. And don't you just love the way that he sings? Don't you know we're riding with the king? Riding with the king. Don't you know we're riding with the king? A tuxedo and shiny 335. You can see it in his face, the blue never lie. Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings. And don't you know we're riding with the king? I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold. I had a guitar hanging just about waist high And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die. Don't you know we're riding with the king? Don't you know we're riding with the king? Riding, you're riding with the king. You're riding, you're riding with the king. [...]