A Field on Fire

SUNDAY!

Sunday might officially start being Beatles’ clones day.  The Beatles and Sunday afternoon go together like pizza and beer, like masturbation and catholic guilt.  Like beer and masturbation, like pizza and catholic guilt.

This week:

Rockin’ Horse:  Yes It Is

THE LONG, NARROW WING OF THE VULTURE

On the frozen tundra of the sahara desert, I sunk my teeth into a lion’s mane.  He rose and with his savvy advice I conquered a continent.  A ceremony, commissioned to the midwives, was held in my honor, and the invalids flocked from under the boulders to see the big show.  A sand storm swept us up (the venue being a palace made of leaves) and we landed somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico.  I divvied up the spoils and built a retirement home in Corpus Christi.


Song of the Day:  Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou - Toe Nam Toe Nam

(I have got to learn how to play guitar like this.)

We busted in through the swinging double doors as the sun set on our dusty backs.  A German pianist played a honky tonk in the corner, while the Italian whores, dressed in petticoats, stood in ascending order on the stairs.  After saucing ourselves, we sat down for a game of studs at the robots’ table.  There arose a dispute over a hand, so I did what was natural, me bein’ a natural man and all, and threw one of them out the window.  This lead to the general variety of your average barroom brawl; strangers breaking chairs over the heads of strangers, a man collapsing over the balcony after being shot (landing on a table, of course), and a good dose of shootin’ up the place all around.   When we had enough we rushed back out those double doors with a busty broad around each arm.  Raisin’ hell, boys.  Raisin’ hell.  One of the finest diversions from dealing with the cold hard facts of life.

Song of the Day: Riechmann - Wunderbar

SADDEST SONGS EVER

This is the first in an installment called Saddest Songs Ever.  These are songs that have probably made me cry.  They pretty much speak for themselves. Let’s start with this:

Graham Nash - Better Days

Song of the Day:   We All Together - Ozzy

Hailing from Peru, We All Together is one of the better Beatles clones.  Unlike many of the South American bands that aped the Fab Four in the seventies, these guys have a solid delivery when singing in English that eschews the laughable accent so many bands of the era fell prey to.  This song doesn’t particularly sound much like Lennon or Mccartney; just a perfectly executed seventies pop gem. Check the slick doubled lead guitar a la Rundgren.

Polaroid, Montauk, Summer 1973


Smiling into the camera,
wearing sunglasses
to hide the black eye you gave me.

Blurry ice cubes in a highball glass,
numbing your nails,
hidden under the table,
in my arm.

Wondering why
we once thought it essential
to bring another human being
into this world.

Song of the Day:  Robert Wyatt - Just As You Are

Now that the heat is becomng unbearable this is what you do.  Squeeze a lime into a cup and with crushed mint and sugar.  Also put a healthy dose of dark rum in there.  Now comes the fun part:  Put ice in a plastic bag and beat it to death with a hammer.  Put the crushed ice into the cup and top it off with ginger ale.  Walk outside and climb on to your roof.  Press play and wait for the drums to kick back in around the 2:18 mark.  This is how you live in Texas.