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Originality

Posted in awkward, inspiring, Just frigging kill me now, Music is f'ing awesome on January 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment »

Originality is tough and it is easy to get lost in the difference between owing your own style to influences from another and outright plagiarism. Trying to explain this to my daughter about music is even tougher because every generation is going to have its heroes, even if they are only an inch tall and standing on the head of another generation before them.

Tonight we discussed why I don’t listen to much modern music, and especially pop music that comes out of the factory from a stable of “artists” created by same said system.  Call me an elitist indie bastard.  I don’t care.  What I do care about is getting an 8-year-old to understand that this:

Is just a 5th generation photo copy of a badly pasted together homage of these:

   PLUS THIS

Not exactly easy, but SO worthwhile.

-Seamus

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And now for something completely different

Posted in Burning in Effigy, Just frigging kill me now, Music is f'ing awesome on November 21, 2011 | 2 Comments »

Well, perhaps not completely, but close enough.

You might have guessed by now I have more than passing fancy with music.  I am not the Indie music hound I once was, on no, those Camelot like days of spending hours searching for a band NO ONE had ever heard of are gone.  And to some degree gladly gone  because chasing the Indie Dragon of unattainable coolness only leads you to forming your own band, cutting an album and then ritually killing all the other band members so that you are the ONLY person who has ever heard of the band.

Or worse to hipsterism…

Pabst blue ribbon

That being said,  WHAT DO THESE LYRICS MEAN? WHAT DO THEY MEAN?

Lookin’ back on the track for a little green bag,
Got to find just the kind or I’m losin’ my mind

Out of sight in the night out of sight in the day,
Lookin’ back on the track gonna do it my way.

Out of sight in the night out of sight in the day,
Lookin’ back on the track gonna do it my way.
Lookin’ back

Lookin’ for some happiness
But there is only loneliness to find
Jump to the left, turn to the right
Lookin’ upstairs, lookin’ behind, yeah!

Lookin’ for some happiness
But there is only loneliness to find
Jump to the left, turn to the right
Lookin’ upstairs, lookin’ behind.

Lookin’ back on the track for a little green bag,
Got to find just the kind or I’m losin’ my mind

Out of sight in the night out of sight in the day,
Lookin’ back on the track gonna do it my way.

Lookin’ back on the track for a little little green bag,
Got to find just the kind or I’m losin’ my mind,
Alright.

Lookin’ for some happiness
But there is only loneliness to find
Jump to the left, turn to the right
Lookin’ upstairs, lookin’ behind.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa ….

WHAT!?!?!? Looking back? Jumping left and turning… This is not the damn hokey pokey! I want answers.

I would be more willing to accept the song was just gibberish if it did not sound like it made sense when you hear it sung. It does not bode well to read lyrics sometimes.

Also I am on opiate based cough syrup which is making anything more meaningful too complicated to be productive.

For the Americans in the audience our ritual Saint Turkeymas is almost upon us.  So I expect 300 words on the meaning of those lyrics on my desk by tomorrow evening.  I do not want to hear excuses.  Excuses do not put fish on the table.  Fish puts fish on the table.

Mooka laka hiki,

-Seamus

 

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The red-headed stranger

Posted in Autumn, Catch as Catch Can, inspiring, Music is f'ing awesome, Short Stories on November 17, 2011 | 1 Comment »

Greetings readers,

I am taking a couple of days off this week, starting now.  We have friends visiting and shortly we are going to load up in the van and head west to San Angelo, Texas.  That is out on the edge of the Chihuahua desert.  We are going to see the red-headed stranger live and in person, second row.  For those who don’t know who that is, let me give you a hint.

That’s right, Willie Nelson!

Some of you smile and nod and too many of you probably make a face like you smelled bad milk.

Yes, yes, now you know my dark secret, I like country music.  More specifically, I like good singer/songwriters.  Willie is a very gifted songwriter and is an all around interesting person.

So while Whiskey river is taking my mind, you crazy cats be good out there.  I will be back online this weekend and hopefully inspired to pen a new short story about cowboys hunting down a chupacabra or the like.

Sending you pointy-toed, worm-skin boots,

-Seamus

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