In lieu of a real post this gorgeous Friday morning, I bring you some of my favorite Dylan. Tell Me Momma is not terribly profound, but damn if it’s not a tight little song. And I’ll even forgive him the use of the squishy phrase “making baby love”. Nobody else writes or performs a kiss-off song with the appropriate snarl and bravado. Doesn’t matter what kind of sour mood has befallen me on any given day, this song will have me bouncing with glee. And the amazing little riff that starts at the 3:15 mark is probably my absolute favorite 15 seconds of rock music. I will bust into an delirious ear-to-ear grin every time just from the sheer f*** you joy of it all. Oh yeah, lest I forget, the band in this particular recording which is from the BRILLIANT Royal Albert Hall Concert (Seriously follow the link. This concert is epic, and everybody needs to know it.) is no other than The Band. A thousand thanks to my brother for bringing Dylan into my life when my schoolmates were listening to Paula Abdul.
The Livin’ is Easy June 24, 2009
Your daddy’s rich and your mamma’s good lookin’ so hush little baby. Don’t you cry.
Sorry for my appalling lack of creativity these days-as best illustrated by the fact that I’m completely lifting this post idea from NPR. But this is the most languorous, gorgeous and yes, downright sexy arrangement of Gershwin’s Summertime you will ever set your ears to so I suggest you listen up. There are two ways to handle a muggy summer in the south: you can dream of Christmas and the cold weather to come or you can embrace the sultriness of it and enjoy the novelty of being able to wander around half-dressed, glistening with sweat. Days like this always put me in mind of Harper Lee’s passage from To Kill A Mockingbird.
Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum.
I think Maggie from Tennessee William’s Cat On A Hot Tin Roof had the best coping strategy for summer in the south. Slink around in a gorgeous silk slip (with matching pumps, of course), imbibe copious amounts of Mint Juleps and sweet tea, and try to persuade Paul Newman to sleep with you. Smart girl, that one.
Gimme That Old-time Religion June 3, 2009
So our buddies Dave & Tony over at Muddied Waters are currently in the midst of a weeklong experiment/challenge in which they are only consuming Christian pop culture. Godspeed, little men.
Anywho, it has been an endless source of entertainment for the rest of us as we witness Dave suffer from the lack of competitive sports viewing and Tony from the dearth of good music. Their efforts to spiritualize Twitter has led to the invention of handy new phrases (thanks to Jen for most of these) such as twestify, twitnessing, and my personal favorite twongues. Hey we’re all Pentecostal in some shape or fashion around here and twongues is funny!
So mosey over to their blog and read about the boys’ adventure in the land of all that is holy. And in their honor, here are the top 5 spiritual (to me) songs on my i-pod.
The Kings April 26, 2009
From Friday night. And you’re welcome:) A man with ears like that wearing a vest like that over a wifebeater has no right to be that hot esp. while singing about knocking up his white-trash girlfriend. It defies all logic.
Name me a better band playing today. Can’t be done.
