Christmas in Prison by John Prine
I grew up listening to John Prine. I love, love, love his music, and this is one of my absolute favorites.
I grew up listening to John Prine. I love, love, love his music, and this is one of my absolute favorites.
I think the Universe is on a mission to make me like the Grateful Dead. It’s going to be a long road, but this is one more step along it.
I can’t wait for the new album to come out. I am counting the days!
It’s supposed to get down to 3F tonight. This is not typical December weather for this area. We usually don’t get serious cold until January, and even then, not repeatedly or for long stretches.
On the bright side, the colder weather is partially due to the fact that the sky is clearing. The Geminids are peaking tonight, so if it’s clear enough, I’m hoping to see some meteors. They should be visible anywhere with a clear sky, so if you’re outside tonight or early tomorrow morning, LOOK UP!
And, of course, I can’t think of meteor showers without thinking of this song (the audio and video quality are quite good, for an audience recording).
The meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
Someone on Facebook mentioned that they were surprised to find that Funkytown was on their iPod. I thought it was amusing (and so did she, I think), but then I got home and looked at my own iPod, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t on mine, too. It sneaked in with some songs on a “best of something or other” compilation CD.
So, I guess the moral of the story is, check your iPods, kids! Funkytown could be lurking, ready to shuffle itself into the rotation at any moment.
RIP, Alex Chilton.
So after 24 hours of toothy bliss, the damned thing decided to start hurting. Right in the middle of our staff meeting. You know what else happened right in the middle of our staff meeting? The person sitting across from me decided to explodiate in a sneeze, without covering his nose or mouth. Freaking disgusting. I felt like I needed a Silkwood shower afterward. I swear, sometimes I think I work with kindergartners.
Headline of the day. Hell, it might be headline of the whole year: Defunct teen idol Leif Garrett busted on heroin possession charge. Defunct? Is that really the word they wanted?
Now, according to dictionary.com, defunct means:
adjective
1. no longer in effect or use; not operating or functioning:
a defunct law; a defunct organization.
2. no longer in existence; dead; extinct:
a defunct person; a defunct tribe of Indians.
noun
3. the defunct, the dead person referred to:
the survivors of the defunct.
So is Mr. Garrett no longer functioning, or worse, is he dead?! I don’t think that word means what they think it means. Anyway, here he is, back when he was functioning and/or alive:
I’m pretty sure I still have that record around here somewhere.
Nothing much else to say, except that I found a bunch of live Joanna Newsom recordings. Haven’t had a chance to listen to them yet, but will soon. I’ve sort of been tackling her songs one at a time, trying to unravel their meanings. Right now I’m working on Cosmiaand >Only Skin.
Cosmia is pretty straightforward, I think. She said in an interview that it’s about her dealing with the death of a good friend. Only Skin is a little harder to parse. It’s sort of a meta-song, covering themes from all the other songs on the Ys album. It’s vast and sprawling (just under 17 minutes), so there’s a lot to unpack.