As you were.
Tom Waits - Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis
Hey Charley, I’m pregnant
And living on 9-th street
Right above a dirty bookstore
Off Cuclid avenue
And I stopped taking dope
And I quit drinking whiskey
And my old man plays the trombone
And works out at the track.
And he says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
And he says that he’ll raise him up
Like he would his own son
And he gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin
Every saturday nite.
And hey Charley I think about you
Everytime I pass a fillin’ station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record
Of little anthony & the imperials
But someone stole my record player
How do you like that?
Hey Charley I almost went crazy
After mario got busted
So I went back to omaha to
Live with my folks
But everyone I used to know
Was either dead or in prison
So I came back in minneapolis
This time I think I’m gonna stay.
Hey Charley I think I’m happy
For the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the money
That we used to spend on dope
I’d buy me a used car lot
And I wouldn’t sell any of em
I’d just drive a different car
Every day dependin on how
Do you want to know
The truth of it?
I don’t have a husband
He don’t play the trombone
And I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer
And Charley, hey
I’ll be eligible for parole
Come valentines day.
“I feel guilty when people say I’m the greatest guitarist on the scene. What’s good or bad doesn’t matter to me; what does matter is feeling and not feeling.” —Jimi Hendrix in 1969
Jimi Hendrix was born 70 years ago today (November 27, 1942). Here he is performing at the Isle of Wight Festival in August 1970. He died just a few months after this photo was taken. Robert Hilburn, then The Times’ music critic, wrote this appreciation after Hendrix’s death.
Photo: Getty Images
LTMC: rest funky, sweet, gorgeous prince. Every one of us slinging a six-string owes this man one thousand high fives when/if we meet in the afterlife.
If I ever get famous, let it be in Korea.
Excellent album. However, I’m a bit confused. Not sure exactly why Socrates would have banned anything for seditious content. Is this an allusion to the charges brought against him for “corruption of the youth”?
In The Republic, Socrates is critical of both music and poetry. He believed that poetry which incited the reader/listener to indulge their “lower” emotions was counter-productive and dangerous, because those lower impulses were better regulated by reason. To quote from Socrates:
Listen and consider. When even the best of us hear Homer or any other of the tragic poets imitating one of the heroes in mourning and making quite an extended speech with lamentation, or, if you like, singing and beating his breast, you know that we enjoy it and that we give ourselves over to following the imitation; suffering along [‘sympaschontes’, a word related to another Greek word, ‘sympatheia’] with the hero in all seriousness, we praise as a good poet the man who most puts us in this state” (605c10-d5). So the danger posed by poetry is great, for it appeals to something to which even the best—the most philosophical—are liable, and induces a dream-like, uncritical state in which we lose ourselves in the emotions in question
Socrates concludes that such expressions should be restricted in the ideal Polis, because they tend to undermine the common good. My implication was that RATM would fit inside the restricted field of poetry and music that Socrates thought was dangerous to the common good for its appeals to passion.
Battle of Los Angeles is still a brutal album. And no less relevant than it was a decade ago.
To this day, I get goosebumps when I hear the first verse from Sleep now in the Fire, which carries one of the most chilling indictments of entrenched power, both politicians and CEO’s alike, I’ve ever seen:
So raise your fists
And march around
Don’t dare take what you need
I’ll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or i’ll drag you to your grave
I’m deep inside your children
They’ll betray you in my name
This is the sort of music that Socrates would have banned for its seditious effects on the minds of men. Keep calm, and carry on.
Remember this face. She’s going to blow up when her first full length finally comes out. Mark my words.
I’m not much of a Beatles fan, but seriously, this is why we can’t have nice things.
One-year-old Lise Linde Kronenberg delivers us from the banality of modernity with this stirring spiritual asportation of musical delight.
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