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| RMM035 hightower |
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in which i watch citizen kane, hang out in
albuquerque with the bohemian crazies in
strange houses and a new warehouse space, and
i contemplate going mad and rather lamely end
the videostream on a fading to black picture
of myself lamely. but it is to show my new
drunk haircut in this vortex town
lyrics:
dig this. shut up.
relax. take off your pants.
keeping watch on the hightower
and crashing out above the theater
on the roof you get an overview
and dreamt of sleeping underneath the stars.
whatever you do just make sure you don't burn
down anyone's house
and if you're gonna black out
make sure it's around people who love you
otherwise subconscious aggression could get
you stuck
progressive loops in time
perhaps life became too easy to understand
point A
a straight line to point B
exhibit evidence exhibitionism
at the point you finally thought you had it
all worked out
will you demonstrate a willingness to destroy
everything you know and start over?
stay tuned.
i guess we'll all find out when the time
comes...
if jesus showed up in the van and said
"okay now's your chance to run!"
would you be ready or would you go back
inside to grab your shoes -
nobody said this was going to be comfortable.
when everything falls apart i'll say see you
later -
maybe some day on top of eiffel tower -
you never know how small life will get
or what will be coming down the road
so pack your bags and unload the excess
packaging -
i'll take a bus all week if i have to
just scraping by.
there is no rule book for what i'm doing and
very little advice -
making it up as you go along is more exciting
than sticking to the plan
plans are for fools!
no point in panicking when the picnic is
rained out
just go forth boldly.
brazen barren landscapes approach the
vanishing advantages
but when the sun rose
and when it does shine
i feel like saying hi to every stranger
walking by
wondering how you could ignore the humanity
of a hardluck bum on the street
it's important.
we should be feeding each other grapes -
i want to be loved at all times and have real
conversations
and wash your feet in sea salts and host my
own late night show...
but i'm still looking for the perfect partner
in crime
who would sleep with the judge to get me out
of jail if necessary
'cause like a roman army regiment
if you're on my back you've got my back and
there's no time to waste.
so much to do and get excited because the old
manifesto still applies -
it's not that difficult
you need to be inspired by your surroundings
and wrap it all up into a story you can
travel with
to keep your interest level high and tell the
people -
hopefully that will provoke a reaction worthy
of another trip to make the memory
and you can creatively cycle back in to
yourself
in a positive feed back loop that becomes
self generating -
once you've got that covered the only thing
left to do is prostitute charm
and cherish insanity in so far as i've been
careful what i fish for
it's catchy cumbersome components get
discarded
by a feasible avoidance of work
to carry out the good word
where we reappropriate scripture and bind the
hands and feet
of our favorite effigy
in pyrotechnic cord changes
i broke my staff and cut my hair
and rejected my own power long enough
so now the only question is knowing what's
worth dreaming for -
good thing i relinquished control early on -
now Don't Get In The Way is the only
consolation -
everyday nothing is the same -
isn't that encouraging?
turning the corner came in to full view -
back in that mode -
after the whole thing collapsed we could
laugh about it all
40 years down the line in our strange artful
secret cabal -
a conspiratorial group of plotters and
intriguers -
and i'm not trying to make things worse
by being cliché and defying convention
and absolutely leading in to pure corruption
it's just that going mad seemed like more fun
so now i'm taking it one day at a time
and you play witness
born into the world
when it was the most exciting time to be
alive -
at any given -
everything granted grateful -
gorgeous enormous admiration
adorable adhesive love and tiny music
piloting the temple weaponry toward
reiteration
need to clear a couple pages out of your head
before you get to the proper synthesis
and step back into automatic action
not to be interrupted by some hightower
preaching
lust con bandit visitor screaming:
DIG THIS!
SHUT UP!
RELAX!
TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!
i'm not making this up
i'm making reference to something that only a
few would understand
and presenting it in a context of no context
just like the rest of the whole damn world.
(amended later with chorus:)
someday some day it'll all work out just do
what you love
Tags : robotsun robotson poetry albuquerque citizenkane thecurio coalplace sueme auxin vortex newmexico love |
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Affichage : 5454
Durée : 343 s |
| Donna Hightower Tribute |
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Here is a classic song by the unjustly
underrated yet great jazz and R&B singer
Donna Hightower.
"Little" Donna Hightower had a dynamic, big
voice and made some fine shouting records for
Decca and RPM in the 1950's. She toured the
"chitlin circuit" with Louis Jordan and B.B.
King at that time. She not only had range and
power, but was equally compelling doing
sentimental, soft ballads. She was backed by
the orchestras of Horace Henderson and
Maxwell Davis on the Decca and RPM material,
respectively. The Missouri-born singer has
made a pretty good living in Europe, where
she went to sing for a week at a London jazz
club in 1959 and stayed 31 years. Indeed
Hightower's voice was discovered 55 years ago
while she was doing two things she loved —
cooking and singing — at a diner in
Chicago. She was back in the kitchen one day
when a customer asked that the radio be
turned up. "That ain't no radio", the owner
told Bob Tillman, a reporter for the Chicago
Defender. "That's just Lil' Donna." Tillman
took Hightower around and introduced her to
club owners and she soon got regular bookings
fronting bands at the Strand Hotel Lounge,
the Crown Propellor and other South Side
hotspots. She came to the attention of Decca
Records, which signed her and suggested a
name change. "They said it was too long and I
said: 'Well, it's got the same number of
letters as "Ella Fitzgerald" ', and they let
it go." Hightower made a series of singles
for Decca and RPM, and in 1958 she was
working in New York. That's where the second
phase of her career began. Producer Dave
Cavenaugh had set up a session for Dakota
Staton, but when the sassy jazz-blues singer
canceled, Cavenaugh scrambled for a
replacement. He remembered a voice he heard
on a demo that Peggy Lee emulated on a
million-seller. Eventually, Hightower was
tracked down in Brooklyn. "My boss at the
publishing company called one morning and
asked if I wanted to make a record for
Capitol and I said: 'You bet!' " Hightower
recalled. "He said: 'Then get yourself to the
studio by noon.' " After taking the quickest
shower of her life, Hightower made it in time
for the sessions, featuring sax giant Ben
Webster, which resulted in the critically
acclaimed "Take One!" LP. Six months later
came "Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You", which
led to the continent-changing 1959 booking at
the Stork Club in London. Donna Hightower is
still performing in her eighties. She was
recently in Austin, Texas and in July 2005,
she was the guest of honor of the IV Festival
Internacional de Jazz in Spain, featuring her
former tourmate B.B. King and others. Among
her great hits, the most famous is probably
"This World Today Is a Mess", a single that
sold 7 million copies in Europe. Her idols
are Bessie Smith, Mildred Bailey, Lee Wiley,
Ella Fitzgerald, Maxine Sullivan and Sarah
Vaughan...
Enjoy Donna's great style!
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Affichage : 728
Durée : 166 s |
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