There's a nice documentary on Peter Green you might wish to see called "Man of the World." A genius guitarist in the early days of Fleetwood Mac, Green was the force behind perhaps the greatest English blues band ever, which is to say: arguably the
finest white blues band of all-time. Long set of numbers here to access the vid:
One of my favorite rock'n'roll couplets comes from Mott the Hoople, whose "The Ballad of Mott the Hoople (26th March, 1972, Zurich)" contains the lyrics, "Rock'n'Roll's a loser's game/It mesmerizes and I can't explain." That says a lot about what's given me
inspiration and what has me in a daydream too much of the time. Rock'n'Roll makes me feel alive, and that kind of natural high is not worth damning.
We enjoyed the "Kennedy Center Honors" (CBS-TV) just after Christmas as we always do; great to see that Sonny Rollins was appreciated, and they'd better get to Doc Watson (age 88) and Mose Allison (84) soon. But did you notice that when actor John Lithgow started the love fest for honoree Neil Diamond, he mentioned many versions of the Diamond-penned "I'm a Believer" but not the one that made Neil a rich man: The Number One version (seven weeks in the U.S.) by the Monkees? Wasn't that an intentional slight directed toward the Monkees? Lithgow could have been extremely mean spirited by adding in additional covers by Tin Huey and Bram Tchaikovsky and not the Prefab Four, but this was already pretty nasty.
Tired of all the gossip passing as "news"? It's not going to change, especially the constant speculation about the siblings of England's royal couple. But I had fun with
that the other day, changing the words to Dire Straits' "Sultans of Swing." Try it:
And Pippa doesn't mind if Harry doesn't make the scene/
She's got her own trust fund/She's doin' all right!