Overheard at Table 3: "I'm Looking Through You" by Eleine

 

Eleine "Enemies"

I heard this and after that, my feed came at me with The Beatles "I'm Looking Through You" and I suddenly had the idea for an anthemic metal cover of that song.

Hear me out!

The deep throat guy growl sings the part "why tell me why did you not treat me right?  Love has a NASTY habit of DISAPPEARING OVERNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"

This could work.

Overheard at Table 4: The Dover Beach Trilogy

Idea for The Blenders

The Monohans “Dissonance” 

- song, instrumental, about 11 minutes long.  It has a good subtly somnambulant mood.

Read Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach” ... then pause for a moment and read

Anthony Hecht’s “Dover Bitch,” which is a 1969 poem in direct response to Arnold's poem.

Then, just today I was shown a third ... John Brehm’s “Sea of Faith” - which is a wonderful deconstruction of the difficulties of teaching poetry - or teaching people to THINK!

Put some ocean waves in the background.

Upload to YouTube

Instant classic!

Overheard at Table 4: Holst's The Planets

Frankly I can't really stand Holst's The Planets.... it's too anthemic and then suddenly drops to inaudible.  I did, however, see it once as the score to a film in a science museum set to images taken by space rovers of the planets as it passed.  Screen was like over a hundred feet high.  It was huge, I remember I could see everything, every ripple in the atmosphere of Jupiter.  Great experience.

Still, the symphony, I dunno, I just can't stand it, even though I try to listen to it.  Then I started thinking, what if someone redid it as electronica?  Not a symphony, but synthesizers?  Computers?

What if they incorporated spoken passages from communications about the crafts as they were passing by the planets?

I think it would sound majestic, truly I do!

Overheard at Table 2: My Corona (from Life in the Time of Corona)

MY CORONA

Ooh, over in Wuhan, in Wuhan

In a fish market you will FIND corona

Jumpin’ from bats into humans, to humans

Now that’s just crossin’ the LINE, Corona

CHORUS

Never gonna stop, gonna spread, with every sneeze

We all gonna catch it, catch this new disease

Sneeze sneeze sneeze sneeze ACHOO!

M-m-m-my Corona

Come a little closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?

At least I don’t bleed from my EYES, like Ebola

Keeping it a mystery, the CDC

Cuz Trump don’t care if we all DIE, Corona

CHORUS

When you gonna test-a me, for this disease

Is it just a matter of time, Corona?

Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny

That no one will be left aLIVE, Corona?

CHORUS

M-m-m-my Corona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Corona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Corona

Ooooooo-ohhh, my Corona

From “My Sharona” by Burton Averre and Doug Fieger

Adapted lyrics by MR

2020-0310

Overheard at Booth 3: Son Jarocho

"Think of it!   'Are You Lonesome Tonight?' ... in the Jarocho style!!"

"You're nuts."

"You're singing it in your head.  You know you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are!  Where can we get ahold of Los Lobos?  They'll sound great!"

Overheard at the Counter: Dualities - Ever So Lonely/Within You Without You

I was listening today to Sheila Chandra's "Ever So Lonely/Eyes/Ocean" and as she was singing, I

suddenly heard the opening strains of The Beatles "Within You Without You" in my head.

 So, I began to play both songs at the same time, and they are in the same key and they fit and there should be a montage made by someone who truly knows how to mix songs ... any one out there up to the task?

Overheard at Booth 3: Taking Tea with the Tillerman, Teaser and the Firecat

Where do you find this cool stuff?

It just comes to me.

I mean, this is wild.  BOTH Cat Stevens albums that were ever any darn good?   All done by these artists?   This is freaking wild.    This is a soundtrack for ANY cafe, anywhere.

Of Monsters and Men - The Wind
Among the Oak and Ash - Rubylove
Rosie Thomas - If I Laugh
Polyphonic Spree - Changes IV
Magnetic Fields - How Can I Tell Youi
Iron and Wine - Tuesday's Dead
The New Amsterdams - Morning Has Broken
Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes - Bitterblue
Kings of Convenience - Moonshadow
Angus and Julia Stone - Peace Train
Walk Off the Earth - Where do the Children Play?
Mumford and Sons - Hard Headed Woman
The New Pornographers - Wild World
Gregory and the Hawk - Sad Lisa
Andrew Bird - Miles from Nowhere
Okkervil River - But I Might Die Tonight
Noah and the Whale - Longer Boats
The Decembrists - Into White
Sufjan Stevens - On the Road to Findout
Tegan and Sara - Father and Son
Jolie Holland - Tea for the Tillerman

Overheard at the Counter: Dan Fogelberg's "Same Auld Lang Syne"

Lucky Moran says, "I got one for your Christmas comp, but I'm kind of ambivalent toward it, because I love the song but I hate the singer."

"What is it?" asks Steppenwolf.

"'Same Auld Lang Syne' by Dan Fogelberg," says Lucky.

"Yech!" says Otis Redwing. "That syrupy piece of weak drippy French toast."

"But you don't hear it the way I hear it. I hear it with Tom Waits singing it."

"I have to admit," says Verble, looking up from his iPad, "The lyrics fit the overall theme."


Same Auld Lang Syne
Dan Fogelberg


Met my old lover in a grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
Stole behind her in the frozen foods
and I touched her on the sleeve

She didn't recognize the face at first
but then her eyes flew open wide
Tried to hug me and she spilled her purse
and we laughed until we cried

Took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
stood there lost in our embarrassment
as the conversation dragged

Went to have ourselves a drink or two
but couldn't find an open bar
Bought a six-pack at the liquor store
and we drank it in the car

We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
Tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how

She said she'd married her an architect
Kept her warm and safe and dry
She said she'd like to say she loved the man
but she didn't want to lie

I said the years had been a friend to her
and that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record store
and that I must be doing well

I said the audience was heavenly
but the traveling was hell
We drank a toast to innocence we drank a toast to time
We're living in our eloquence, another old lang syne

The beers were empty and our tongues grew tired
and running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
and I watched her drive away

Just for a moment I was back in school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
the snow turned into rain


"Man, even if it were redone by Paul Simon, circa 1972 or something," says Steppenwolf, "that'd be better than the Fogelberg version, which is so sad to say about the guy who WROTE the song!

Overheard at Table 2: Home(ward Bound)

Listening to David Byrne's "Home" today, and the bridge sounded like he could be singing Simon and Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound" - so my idea is criss/cross: Swap one lyric for the other . . .

Here are the lyrics to both:


The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer
It's just an old photograph
There's nothing to hide when the world was just beginning
I memorized a face so it's not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin'
Come back anytime
And we'll mix our lives together

Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Ev'ry hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
(I'm looking for a)
Home- where the wheels are turning
Home- why I keep returning
Home- where my world is breaking in two

Home- with the neighbors fighting
Home- always so exciting
Home- were my parents telling the truth?

Home- such a funny feeling
Home- no-one ever speaking
Home- with our bodies touching
Home- and the cam'ras watching
Home- will infect what ever you do

We're
Home- comes to life from outa the blue

Tiny little boats on a beach at sunset
I took a drink from a jar & into my head familiar smells and flavors
Vehicles are stuck on the plains of heaven
I see their wheels spinning round & ev'rywhere

I can hear those people saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you

We're home- and the band keeps marchin' on
Connecting- to ev'ry living soul
Compassion- for things I'll never know
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,

Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,

Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me.

Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.


Hm . . . maybe I could even blend the songs together. I have the Byrne "Home" in my head with him singing the Paul Simon lyrics rather than his own. But perhaps somehow I might be able to overlay both sets of lyrics. Might work.