One of the greats. Warren Zevon in top form. The lyrics are oddly…pertinent, as well. More on Zevon here. He died of lung cancer in 2003 at age 56. Gray-haired me looks at this and thinks, I want my muscles back. Oh the young men. The young, young men.
There they go, the leaves, brilliant yellow and then they’re gone. Another cold front with 60 mph gusts like we had this afternoon and that’ll be the end. Seems like we hardly just got started, and now we’re at the end again. I don’t know about this mountain shit. It’s just so impossibly, terribly, beautiful [...]
A friend got me thinking about John Fogerty the other day, and I went searching for more recent videos of his on YouTube. This one happens to showcase one of my favorite Fogerty songs, “Fortunate Son.” (There’s a longish intro, song begins about 58 seconds in.) It’s a fantastic rendition that shows the power of [...]
When I was in my last year of teaching junior college—meaning next year I’d be 26 and wouldn’t be drafted—I needed a strategy for getting through that last semester. Three years in the bizarro town 60 miles from the Gulf should have gotten me killed, beaten up, or at least arrested (and then beaten up). [...]
Tito Larriva and the Cruzados, chilluns. Just played the top one twice through good headphones at maximum volume and got honest-to-God goosebumps both times. (The second one is Tito and Tarantuala in HD from 2008!) One huge tip o’ the hat to Santino J. Rivera (check out his Tumbler, too) for sending me to this [...]