Annie Flore Batchiellilys "Diboty"

I really enjoy everything she sings. Wish I could find an outlet to purchase one of her CDs.  Can only find her songs on YouTube.

Billy Collins "Hunger"

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds "Dig Lazarus, Dig"

Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Back in that hole.)

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)
Yeh, New York City he had to get out of there and San Francisco well,
I don't know and then to LA where he spent about a day
he thought even the pale sky stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig) Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
Anyway to cut a long story short, fate finally found him
Mirrors became his torturers, cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corner of their mouthes
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs.

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig)
Back in that hole Dig yourself

Pachebal's Canon in D----Korean Hiphop Style

Wonderful juxtaposition

Velvet Revolver "Mr. Brownstone"

Mark Twain and Satan

"Fame is a vapor.  The only certainty is oblivion."  Surreal video from a 1984 children's show.

Muddy Waters "Mannish Boy"

Mr. McKinley Morganfield, aka  MUDDY WATERS......aka  "The Father of the Blues"

Don Kelley Band "Ghostrider"

Guitar Wizard JD Simo and the Don Kelley Band at Robert's Western World in Nashville.  Go see this band now.....they are amazing and JD is beyond...............

Patti Smith "Because the Night"

My fav version of this Bruce Springsteen/Patti Smith song.


Take me now baby here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed

Come on now try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hands
Take my hand come undercover
They can't hurt you now,
Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us

Have I doubt when I'm alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't touch you now,
Can't touch you now, can't touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers ...

With love we sleep
With doubt the vicious circle
Turn and burns
Without you I cannot live
Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now
Because the night belongs to lovers ...

Because tonight there are two lovers
If we believe in the night we trust
Because tonight there are two lovers ...

David Bowie "Rebel Rebel"

One of the catchiest riffs ever.

Garbage "I Think I'm Paranoid"

Bend me
Break me
Any way you need me
As long as I want you baby it's alright

Today is Donald Duck's 78th Birthday. To Celebrate, we should all walk around in a Sailor suit with no pants.

KT Tunstall "I Want You Back"

Fun cover. Gotta learn this one.

Elton John "Rocket Man"

I grew up on Ray Bradbury stories. He was my favorite author when I was in grade school all the way thru high school.  He died today at the age of 91.
Based on the Bradbury short story "The Rocket Man," John and Taupin's 1972 classic features thematic elements that the writer addressed throughout his work, including the ways in which humans react to the isolation of space travel. "She packed my bags last night pre-flight," sings John, an echo of Bradbury's plot, in which an astronaut leaves his wife and son on Earth as he travels through outer space.

Ukulollo "Ravel's Bolero"

The amazingly versatile, romantic, fashionable yet rebellious ukulele.  What a great video concept and fantastic editing.

Staring at the Sun

Watching Venus cross the Sun for the Last Time in My Life.

Richard & LInda Thompson "Walking on a Wire"

One of my favorite songs ever....the guitar solo at the end is amazing....you can feel the anger & the pain.


I hand you my ball and chain
You just hand me that same old refrain
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling

I wish I could please you tonight
But my medicine just won't come right
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling

Too many steps to take
Too many spells to break
Too many nights awake
And no one else
This grindstone's wearing me
Your claws are tearing me
Don't use me endlessly
It's too long, too long to myself

Where's the justice and where's the sense?
When all the pain is on my side of the fence
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling


Too many steps to take
Too many spells to break
Too many nights awake
And no one else
This grindstone's wearing me
Your claws are tearing me
Don't use me endlessly
It's too long, it's too long to myself

It scares you when you don't know
Whichever way the wind might blow
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling
I'm walking on a wire, I'm walking on a wire
And I'm falling

Richard Thompson "Shoot Out The Lights"

Richard Thompson sings "Shoot Out the Lights" with Elvis Costello and the Imposters on Spectacle, December 2009

Tai Wun On

by Greg Hildebrandt

The JZ Band

Ted Brainard on lead guitar & vocals (my old guitar teacher), David Z on vocals and rhythm guitar, and Joe Leonardi on bass. At Parilla Grill in Bend, OR.

Avett Brothers "Laundry Room"

Don't push me out,
just a little longer
Stall your mother,
disregard ur fathers words.

Close the laundry door,
tiptoe across the floor
Keep your clothes on,
I got all that I can take
Teach me how to use
the love that people say you made

Stop your parents car
i just thought you'd ignore
We can wish upon it
but we wont share the wish we made
But i cant keep no secrets,
I wish that you would always stay
Last night i dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
i spent the whole day
I wrote em down but its a shame
Tonight i'll burn the lyrics,
cause every chorus was your name


Break this tired old routine,
and this time dont make me leave

I am a breathing time machine,
i'll take you on for a ride