Brett Dennen - The Holidays Are Here & We're Still At War

i've posted this before in 2008, but as you may know, the holidays are back again and we're still at war.

Pilgrims in the parking lot

Arteries clogged with blood clots

Pushing through the aisles of department stores

Neon crosses and Christmas lights

Credit card debts and brand new bikes

The holidays are here and we're still at war

The rabbi reads from the testament

The banker gazes at the year's investments

Salvation santa's solicit for the poor

Deception of democracy

The philanderings of faux foreign policy

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Smoggy skies and fixed elections

Injustice strikes from all directions

People with their backs against the floor

Looking for someone to set us free

A king with fists like Mohammad Ali

The holidays are here and we're still at war

A mother knows what is best for you

Even though it's hard to listen

Your father knows he can count on you

Though you couldn't count on him

Christopher Columbus knew

Vasco De Gama and Magellan too

The profits of oppression grow like never before

All hail to the captalist thief

And mourn your lost ones and covet our grief

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Hurricane waters ravage southern towns

And black and brown people are left to drown

While the White House and the emergency management agency ignores

Victims seek shelter in the Astrodome

And the National Guard says 'Don't go home'

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Police officers hassle the homeless

Domestic disputes, alcohol and violence

The jailhouse opens wide its door

A corporation cuts a million employees

And the factory is moving overseas

The holidays are here and we're still at war

A mother knows what is best for you

Even though it's hard to listen

Your father knows he can count on you

Though you couldn't count on him

Jesus sheds another tear

Into a sea of two thousand years

Into the eve of a new year once more

Tears of joy, resolutions of sorrow

Toast to health and wealth tomorrow

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Religious wars and domination

World trade and globalization

The prices of petroleum soar

Lonesome churches are packed with sinners

Non-believers and new beginners

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Say a prayer for the less fortunate

Prisoners and soldiers you never have met

Understand what it is they're fighting for

Say a prayer for your enemies

Say a prayer for the victims and their families

The holidays are here and we're still at war

Yes, the holidays are here and we're still at war

Sesame Street: Paul Simon Sings Me & Julio

you can dance dance!

this little girl is too cute.

don't call what you're wearin an outfit

in honor of "day in the life of one girl" and all her cute, creative outfits - here is what i wear on a daily basis during the winter. 30 year old hoodies, 10 year old sweatpants. usually for 2 days at a time. and usually matching the banner of this website.

i feel clammed up about things to post here lately, so instead i'll direct your attention to other sites i find fun to visit.

betsylife has good recipes and upbeat musings from sun diego. also cute dogs.

the bugg blog has dramatic heartfelt posts about local asheville bloggers and politicos. also cute dogs.

the blue blog has descriptive and insightful posts about friends on a journey adventure from santa barbara to find their place in the pacific northwest. i am living vicariously through tyler's words as i also entertain the notion of moving to portland, seattle, and bellingham during some future era of my life. 

hyperbole and a half is completely freakin hilarious. that's not hyperbolic. 

here's a link to the drive-by truckers song "outfit" - link

You want to grow up to paint houses like me, a trailer in my yard till you're 23
You want to be old after 42 years, keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears


Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green.
Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring.
And I learned not to say much of nothing and I figured you already know
but in case you don’t or maybe forgot, I’ll lay it out real nice and slow


Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t worry about losing your accent, a Southern Man tells better jokes.
Have fun but stay clear of the needle. Call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away.


Six months in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park.
Then hospital maintenance and Tech School just to memorize Frigidaire parts.
But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too.
So I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that’s what I’ll always do


So don’t try to change who you are boy, and don’t try to be who you ain’t.
And don’t let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man’s paint.


Don’t call what your wearing an outfit. Don’t ever say your car is broke.
Don’t sing with a fake British accent. Don’t act like your family’s a joke.
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister’s birthday.
Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, Don’t give it away.


Don’t give it away

what a weekend

went down to charleston friday for the phish show.

had ridiculously good lunch at hometown bbq and then walked on the beach before the show.

met some friends & had a blast in the coliseum. it was packed and the crowd is like performance art - jumping in sync with the light show in sync with the band.

went to clemson last night & saw bob dylan for the first time from 15 yards away. 3rd row dead fuckin center. he's still got it.

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! 

Trevor Garrod - Nothing Changes

Beautiful song, beautiful singer. I am not a banjo fan but I make an exception.

"Nothing Changes"

Thunderstorm is coming
I see it through the door
If I get struck by lightning
My heart won’t beat any more
In other words…
Nothing will change

I went down to the river
The water is turning brown
If the levy breaks
Well I will surely drown
In other words…
Nothing will change

I’m drivin through the field
The field sowed with corn
I saw a dead fox lyin on the side of the road
My baby left me yesterday
She packed up all her clothes
She said that I would never change

This bottle’s almost empty
Yet I cannot catch a buzz
And the radio’s a tragedy of
Country songs and fuzz
In other words…
Nothing will change

The daylight always fails me
There’s no secret he can keep
The midnight will embrace me
But she will not let me sleep
In other words…
Nothing will change

Today there was a thunderstorm
It came in from a far
Lightning bolts came beating down
The earth was burned and scarred
My baby left me yesterday
She drove off in her car
And she said that I will never change

The kitchen clock is tickin
And the faucet’s got a leak
Like that water drippin
I’m on the path that resists the least
In other words…
Nothing changes

Yes I’m fallin to the bottom
The bottom of a hill
Where the rich men build their mansions
And they marry pretty girls
In other words…
Nothing changes

And if I had a little
Of what they got up there
Things would be different if
Life was only fair
My baby’d be beside me now
Together through this storm
There are some things that just cannot change
Some things you cannot change

The night is awfully quiet
There’s no friends I can call
I’m standin on a wooden chair
And if I should fall
Nothing will change
Nothing will change

Yes it’s that which hangs you up
That holds you down
Yes it’s that which hangs you up
That holds you down
Yes it’s that which hangs you up
That holds you down


Video by DGold.

the sky's on fire, deliver us

link for Middle Son MP3 via http://dgold.info/green/wp-content/trevor-2004-01-12-middleson.mp3


Trevor Garrod 1-12-2004: "These next two songs come from the I Ching. I don't know if that's gonna help you guys at all. It's called the Middle Son."

THE MIDDLE SON

The middle son’s a dangerous one
By moon and sun his wagon wheels are turning
And he often sees foxes in the forest
Watching for thieves he travels in the night

He’s got a strong horse with a gently curving spine
Following the course of water down the line
And his ears are aching from a pounding in the village
He knew the danger passed when the lightning had come

Yes that middle son is racing cross the valley
His morning work is done, yes it’s gone into dust
And his wagon wheels are rolling by the moonlight
the sky is on fire deliver us, yes the sky is on fire, deliver us

The bottle’s restless beating on that wagon-table tells me
How the wheel ruts beneath us shimmy widely across the trail
And the strength of any prophecy is sure at times eternal and
There will be a thunderstorm and it will clear the air

Yes that middle son is racing across the valley, his morning work is done, it’s gone into dust
His wagon wheels are rolling by moonlight the sky is on fire, deliver us
Yes the sky is on fire deliver us
Yes the sky’s on fire deliver us


http://tealeafgreen.com

http://www.dgold.info/green/middle-son/

give it one more day - the wood brothers

Well I seen you in a sadness
I seen you when you'd hope to die
I heard you say, well it's raining all over the world
What did I tell you
What did I say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

I seen you when your head is long
Face down on the ground
I heard you say, well you're lost and you couldn't be found
What did I tell you
What did I say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

And next thang you're smiling back at the sun
Blowing right back at the wind
Rolling right back at the ocean
But nothing's gonna do you in

Give it one more day
One more day
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

I seen when your soul shines
I seen you when you heart sings
I heard you say well the world don't owe you a thing
Hay and what did you tell me
What did you say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day


The Wood Brothers website

shrimp people

went down to spartanburg yesterday to see neil young solo. i'd never seen him live and was struck by how he made his instruments sound like 2 or 3 people were playing at once.

the tailgate before the show was the best tailgate i've ever been to. my dad gave us a box of frozen shrimp to carry on to the plane back in march and kevin made shrimp pierre and they were completely scrumptious and completely gone by the end of the night.

thank you shrimppeople.com!

shrimp pierre recipe:

looking west

smoky mountains at sunset

also the title of the new tea leaf green album - http://tealeafgreen.com/album/looking-west

don't touch til november

spring is here and it feels like summer. full sun and low 80s. i want to do cartwheels.

i went to the dentist this morning and i have one baby tooth and in that baby tooth lives a cavity. i was expecting at least 4 cavities, so i'll take one.

no congrats from me to the men's basketball team which shall not be named but rhymes with puke.

in a fun small world situation, my friend michelle is good friends from alaska with jason the mandolin from bearfoot, who will be playing on my friend daniel's radio show in arkansas tonight:

Hello! Wanted to let you know about a live band playing on my radio show tonite (Tuesday) for your calendar and listening enjoyment. Spread the word to anyone who would be interested in a young bluegrass band featuring 3 women and 2 guys, acoustic instruments and vocal harmonies.

Bearfoot 4-6-2010 Honest Tunes Radio Webcast:
http://dgold.info/radio/webcast2010/music519

Bearfoot bluegrass band live in-studio, plus more Honest Tunes 8pm to 10pm Central on KXUA Fayetteville.

Go to www.dgold.info/radio to listen to the live webcast stream – at Showtime

tea leaf green webcasts tonight!

From DGold:

I am hosting 2 webcasts with Tea Leaf Green on Tuesday March 9th.

First live acoustic plus interview on my radio show at KXUA 88.3 FM Fayetteville Honest Tunes after 6PM.

Later that night I will attempt to ustream their live concert at George's Majestic Lounge around 9PM.

The links, embedded Ustream, setlist and all details posted here:

http://dgold.info/radio


Please send out the information through your channels. That would be awesome. Help me let others know. The important info is simply this:


Tea Leaf Green Webcasting Tuesday March 9th, http://dgold.info/radio

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Thank You for helping me to get the word out about this live music from San Francisco rockers Tea Leaf Green.

One of my favorite bands & highly recommended. Enjoy the show if you are around on Tuesday.

DGold
Honest FM, Fayetteville ARK

i'm going to put up my antenna cuz i want to tune on in.

Kevin Welch - Millionaire

Love is more precious than gold
It can't be bought, and it can't be sold
I've got love enough to spare
That makes me a millionaire

I've got a woman
with eyes that shine
Down deep
as a diamond mine
She is my treasure
So very rare
She's made me
a millionaire

When we ride around
this old town
in my beat up car
with the windows down
People look at her
then they look at me
say that boy
is sure living in luxury


Her kisses fall
from everywhere
like riches on
a millionaire
So when my pockets are empty
and my cupboard is bare
I still feel
like a millionaire

north mississippi allstars

ventured out last weekend to see the north mississippi all stars play at the orange peel. i was amazed and relieved and gleeful that the guy at the door took my ticket, stamped my hand, and let me inside. no pat down. no opening my bag. no rifling through my pockets. no opening up my wallet and change purse. it's the first time i've been back to the orange peel since being rabidly searched at the door last year and i was so impressed with how pleasant it was to enter.
the show was pretty good. of their first 5 songs, 3 of them heavily involved "SHAKE IT" in the chorus. most of the instrumental noodling sounded like the allman brothers' 'jessica' on repeat. i know about 6 of their songs and they played them all.

75 and Sunny - Ryan Montbleau

music can be sunshine

75 AND SUNNY - Ryan Montbleau

I’d had a bad night. I mean a night so bad, I thought I was king of the world. And I drank ‘til daylight. I mean I never stopped once until my hands finally fell. And I fought my daytime self with a mighty dose of, “Hey, look at night time me!” And I never do win that battle, but I fight it over and over and over and over, it seems.

And I saw an old man smiling on a park bench feeding the pigeons. And my head was spinning, and as my young body ached I wished for an old man’s vision. And I watched the way he moved--slow, serene and lucky to be alive. And I thought to myself, “I’m never gonna make it that far with too many more nights like last night.”

And I’d rather be 75 and sunny than acting like I’m 17 and freezing again. I’d rather be up early in the morning than up late at night erasing memories of where I’ve been. Or to be through at 52 someday stone-faced and bleary-eyed. You’d better believe I’m living for the moment but my moment’s growing bigger by and by.

And I’ve got a best friend. She don’t drink or smoke like I’ve been known to. She’s got religion. She’s a one-woman dynamo and shines a light in every room she goes to. She says the light that’s there won’t go nowhere, no way. She don’t spend every second smiling, but she’s learning something exciting every day.

She’d rather be 75 and sunny than 29 with a chance of showers all the time. She’d rather be old as dirt than new as any $9 bottle of wine. Or to be thawed at 35, mama, stoned with her back to the wind. You better believe she’s living for the moment but her moment is the whole damn thing.

And I see these spin kids, double wide-eyed rolling and rolling and tumbling. They’re roaming in inches, taking the high dive approach and screaming towards the water. Their hearts race a million miles as they buy another smile from a jar. Their bodies are screaming for the water and, you know, I just hope they can make it that far.

I hope they’re 75 and sunny, not 29 with a chance of flurries all the time. I hope we’re all old as dirt, not new as every $25 trip that we could try. Or to be thawed at 35, mama, stoned with our backs to the wind. You’d better believe I’m living for the moment, but my moment, son, is the whole damn thing.

And I say I’d rather be 75, oh, how nice, oh, how easy for me to say. I’ve never broken a bone in my life, let alone had my heart or a hip replaced. And I keep this furious pace, and I still feel so good and strong. And I still get tempted for a taste, just a taste to keep me going, going, going, going, gone.

But I’ve got a notion that everything I’ve leaned been coming ‘round. And my devotion to the new thing and the next thing and the hip thing is slowing down. And I’ve got a light in here, won’t go nowhere, no way. And I don’t spend every second smiling and I ain’t trying, but I’m excited for every day, every day.

‘Cause I’d rather be 75 and sunny than 29 with a chance of showers all the time. I’d rather be old and in the way than this year’s new kid running for my life. Or to be thawed at 35, mama, stone-faced and bleary-eyed. You better believe I’m living for the moment, but my moment… You better believe I’m living for the moment, but these moments… You better believe I’m living for the moment, but my moment’s growing bigger by and by…by and by.

this will make you happy

michael franti - say hey - it's so fun it's like a kids song

doc watson & richard watson

i have seen the david
seen the mona lisa too
and i have heard doc watson play columbus stockade blues

crowd

crowd, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

had a wild weekend including a beautiful wedding in high point where i had hush puppies and lost my camera and favorite flip flops (while sober) and saw widespread panic & the allman brothers with warren haynes and derek trucks (while not sober).

neighborhood theatre

neighborhood theatre, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

nothing like a weekend of kind folks and rock n roll to forget about unpacking.

tea leaf green forever!

i love to dance

i love to dance, originally uploaded by skippy haha.

langhorne slim played at the grey eagle last night and it was super. he was hanging from the rafters doing chin ups, and shaking his hat all over the place. for the last encore he played 'i love to dance' and invited anybody who wanted to up on stage. he's the consummate showman, lovable and genuine and unbelievable at the same time- he reminds me of my brother if my brother had extreme musical ability.

RIP michael jackson

R.I.P.
you certainly didn't seem to L.I.P.
what a talent. and a twisted life.