Category: Music

This is one of the best documentaries I’ve ever seen about David.

Frank Sinatra—Watertown (full album) People did not know how to deal with this strange concept album by Frank Sinatra when it was released in 1970. It took decades, but it is now considered one of his finest works. Read a fantastic breakdown of the album, the era in which it was released, and what was…

You heard it here first. Here is the brand new closing track, “The Girl With The Sun In Her Hair.” You also heard it here first. Track listing: Stephanie In The Morning Redhead Tells The Sun Maia Dream 807: Koi Flashing Pacifica The Girl With The Sun In Her Hair The Girl With The Sun…

These guys RULE.

Of all the versions of this song out there, this is by far my favorite. I saw him perform it at Winterland in 1972. I wrote about it in my memoir, The Rise and Fall of the HoneyBun Empire. The early seventies: all things permitted. February 2, 1971: A Clockwork Orange is released. November 10,…

Heathen (The Rays) Steel on the skyline Sky made of glass Made for a real world All things must pass Oo-o Waiting for something Looking for someone Is there no reason? Have I stared too long? Oo-o, Oo-o You say you’ll leave me And when the sun is low And the rays high I can…

Here’s the song … simply amazing … damn … Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves Said she hadn’t heard the news Hadn’t ahd the time to choose A way to lose But she believes Gonna to see the river man Gonna to…

F-A-C-G-C-E Never tried that one. I’ve used F-A-D-G-C-E and F-A-C-G-A-E … they make for some beautiful chordal shadings. One song began, “All those bright sunny days in those dark smoky bars …” I should finish it sometime. I have a smattering of lyrics in one notebook or another.

For some reason, it doesn’t bother me at all. I believe that all AI art sucks and people sense, on a visceral level, the phoniness, or more appropriately, the emptiness of the results of prompt-generated product, content, whatever you want to call it. Anything but art. Of course, I’m just an aging hippie, but a…