Saturday, September 26, 2009

Something new...

Some these will be obvious to many of you, others will not. You guess to whom they refer. Post your thoughts in the comments section. Here's another for now...


Met this cat at The Bootlegger a couple of weeks ago. He covers a lot of local jazz action, and gave us props recently, so I must reciprocate.


While the music played you worked by candlelight

Those san francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond with the pearl
You turned it on the world
Thats when you turned the world around
Did you feel like jesus
Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes

On the hill the stuff was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen clean
Everyone stopped to stare at your technicolor motor home
Every a-frame had your number on the wall
You must have had it all
Youd go to l.a. on a dare
And youd go it alone
Could you live forever
Could you see the day
Could you feel your whole world fall apart and fade away
Get along, get along kid charlemagne
Get along kid charlemagne

Now your patrons have all left you in the red
Your low rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those dayglow freaks who used to paint the face
Theyve joined the human race
Some things will never change
Son you were mistaken
You are obsolete
Look at all the white men on the street
Clean this mess up else well all end up in jail
Those test tubes and the scale
Just get them all out of here
Is there gas in the car
Yes, theres gas in the car
I think the people down the hall
Know who you are

Careful what you carry
cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes




Also, hmmm...I notice in the news today that exiled film director Roman Polanksi was just collared in Switzerland on a U.S. warrant for his 70's Hollywood pedo beef
. Maybe they can extradite him to the Body English club here -- remand his ass to "Sunday School," where "Ladies dressed in schoolgirl outfits drink complementary champagne."


So, after hangin' with Ma, I ambled over to The Rhythm Kitchen again last night to see my bro's in the Cordle-Scott Band. Well, the lighting is the same as last week, i.e. weak. In fact, the only shots I took were aimed at one of the many widescreen HD TVs adorning the walls -- upon which was a ZZ Top concert in progress. The sound was turned off (obviously), and, episodically the visuals would seem to sync up with what Brad and the cats were playing, LOL.

Of course, I would fully expect the irony to be totally lost on anyone but me. Totally badass blues concert ensuing on the TV, angelically lit up. Totally badass blues band concomitantly in the house, playing pretty much in the dark.

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