kora

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bruce

This one ages better than wine.

Thunder Road

The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey that’s me and I want you only
Don’t turn me home again
I just can’t face myself alone again
Don’t run back inside, darling you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe we ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night
You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me

You can hide ‘neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain for a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night’s bustin’ open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven’s waiting down on the tracks

Oh oh come take my hand
Riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it’s late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride it ain’t free
And I know you’re lonely for words that I ain’t spoken
Tonight we’ll be free, all the promises will be broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they’re gone on the wind, so Mary climb in
It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win

– Bruce Springsteen, 1975

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duet

I’m so sad that Amy Winehouse was lost to us. This duet is all the more touching.

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shred

for Vince, with love.

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listener: wooden heart

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anything you want

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shred

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beethoven

The Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-flat major, Op. 73 by Ludwig van Beethoven, popularly known as the “Emperor Concerto”, was his last piano concerto. It was written between 1809 and 1811 in Vienna.

At that time, Beethoven had lost most of his hearing and, yet, went on to create some of the most hauntingly beautiful and memorable music this world will ever know.

“Live only for your art, for you are so limited by your senses.” – L. Beethoven

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shredded

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romantic. period.

Shoulda won. Period.

Gees, he’s not even 20 years old here.

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no one is alone

Bernadette Peters has one of the finest human instruments ever crafted by God. When this selection finishes, click on “Children will listen.”

Thank you, everyone, for your sympathy. My mother-in-law was such a beautiful soul.

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waits

flat out hero worship

God, I miss NYC.

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no bad news

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speaks for itself

Hero number umpteen.

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fragile

If I had to choose just one artist to listen to for the rest of my life,
I think it would be Sting.

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in keeping with the joy I feel today

Taj. Forever.
Makes me hoot out loud like I’m in the front row and then get up and shake it all over this room!

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