Dancing about Architecture

I’m tired of all this car stuff. Check this out and heed the warnings:

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The greatest rock album ever made.

Right now I’m watching a band called Adverse Reactions play in the Rat. They just started playing a Gen X song “Ready, Steady, Go” so they can’t be all bad. It’s too bad about Billy Idol, though, isn’t it? Tony James is playing with Mick Jones, though, so that’s cool.

My friend Mark V. Shaney found an old notebook of what appear to be song lyrics in the back of a closet in the Chelsea Hotel. He claims that this might be an old notebook of Bob Dylan’s with working versions of song lyrics. I don’t know what to think. Anyway, here they are:

Ten thousand women all dressed in white,
Ten thousand men on a little girl, her name was Will O’ Conley and he laid it all hid
Better jump down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And these visions of Johanna, they make pretty good stuff
Plenty of places to see,
Just bein’ next to his eye,
“You fail to understand,” he said,
“Where I have to explode.
In that last hour of my heart

I can’t say I didn’t realize just what am I if I’m lucky.

People tell me that made him fall.
No, you can’t refuse
When you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the wrist.
What’s a sweetheart like you I’m wondrin’ what’s goin’ on.

Maybe someday you’ll see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Now if you got nothing to turn the tide for to fade
Into my own heart’s blood
Come flowin’ down so free?”

5. If you really wanted to go to sleep time is right before the sun sinkin’ like a tool.
He’s taught in his brain.
And he’s hungry, like a ton of lead,
Wiggle – you can cry awhile

I’m walkin’ down the road
Still I don’t live here
Honey, I will be three o’clock,”
She said that way I can do with him.
Through hostile cities and unfriendly towns,
Thirty pieces of silver, no money down.
Maybe someday, you’ll believe me when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a Panama hat
And a thousand miles from home
But I can’t use it anymore.
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for you to stay behind.
And since my feet don’t walk so fast
Yes, my temperature rises and my car ain’t actin’ right.
Called home, everybody seemed to pay to get lucky, baby,
Or I’m bound forever, till the broad daylight,
Till he came to a quiet place instead?
Did they speak out against Him, did they believe?
I was so much she made us sick, Uh-huh.

13. “Last night I danced with a black nightingale.
I seen her since January,
She could be seen with you when you gonna wake up
When you were right. It was from her mother and sister, though close did they believe?
He said, “Call me if only you in the skies.
Dark Beauty
Meet me at all.”

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an’ what’s the reason for?

“Not me,” says the man in Kansas City, wanted man in a land
Where justice is a deathless need
And a thousand years old
And I’m glad to get to heaven before they close the door
Instrumental
Tweedle-dee Dum to Tweedle-dee Dee
They’re throwing knives into the root of forbidden fruits.
It will be alright, girl,
Someone’s watchin’ over you.

I have tried my best to smile.
I turned on my feet,
I have been sold.

“Arise, arise,” he cried so loud,
Crying out that he was a good idea
‘Til greed got in the sky,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.
Instrumental

I just read this great quote from Don Dixon in the excellent book, Tape Op, edited by Larry Crane. Anyway, here it is:

“I like the fact that, if somebody’s playing a C-chord, and I’m playing an A, it was an A minor seven.”

I had never thought of the bass (which I happen to play) as being such a subversive instrument before.

Automatous Monk, in a press conference given in St. Paul, Minnesota today, endorsed Kinky Friedman in Friedman’s bid for the gubernatorial office of Texas. Monk said, “Kinky and I go way back. I think we first met on the Rolling Thunder Revue. Bob, who is a friend from the old days in Duluth, introduced us. I have the utmost respect for Kinky and think he’d make an excellent governor.”