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Last Goodbye

Posted by Miss Ess, January 21, 2008 02:20am | Post a Comment

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Since I just wrote about Live, I was inspired cjeff buckleyheck out another video from around the same time period I also remember loving:  Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye."

Sadly, I can't embed it, but check out the video here if you are wanting to indulge in a little early 90s nostalgia.

Oddly enough, upon viewing it fits right in with today's fashions and look!  There's flannel, scraggly good looking tortured boys, wolf/lightening/nature imagery!  What goes around comes around I guess.  Pretty incredible.

Still think it's a great song.

Just thought I would share.

Live - Time For A Little Trip Down Memory Lane

Posted by Miss Ess, January 21, 2008 01:03am | Post a Comment
When I was in high school, I was really into sincerity.  I mean, I'm still into sincerity now, don't get me wrong, but in high school I desperately clung to sincerity with the intense fervor of youth.  I think it was a natural reaction to navigating lockered halls at 15.

It made sense, then, that when popping a cd into my sound system, I pretty much only listened to sincere bands.  Bands that were serious about their music and their message. 

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These dudes are intense.

So it follows that I really liked the band Live.  Remember "Lightening Crashes" and "I Alone"?  Their big album was their second, Throwing Copper.  They bled sincerity and seriousness to me back when it meant the most to me, in those teenage years.

Times were simpler then.

live throwing copper band cover Basically, when I think back, my enjoyment of Live taught me about musical obsession, about the intricacies and excitement that come along with absorbing one's self in a particular band.  They weren't the first band I was acutely taken by, but they did hit me hard at the time, I have to say.  I knew and analyzed every track on that album.  I was intrigued by the energy and earnestness of the band.  I learned about the transcendent quality of music, sitting in my bedroom with the sound pumping.  At the time I thought Live were trying to uphold the values I held dear:  connection, truth, and all that kind of thing. (Soooooo high school! And sooooooo serious!)  I read every article I could find about them and sought out information about the authors and ideas they wrote about in their songs.  Everything they did seemed so fraught with meaning.

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What To Do on A Sunday Night in Los Angeles

Posted by Gomez Comes Alive!, January 21, 2008 12:46am | Post a Comment

"Gawd daamn!' I said to Richard, my co-worker and Amoeba Hip-Hop specialist, thinking I was Ice Cube for a moment. "This bar reminds me of...'
"The Short Stop," he replied.
"Yeah," I replied. "But when it was still a cop bar." By now the tequila in my drink hit me pretty hard.
"It's because it is the same owner...'' he answered, as my thoughts trailed. What was worse? A bar full of corrupt Rampart police or lame hipsters? To me, it's all the same.

Footie's was part of the hipster's exodus from the Silver Lake/Echo Park area and into Highland Park. The first steps occured at Mr. T's Bowl back in the early 90's, followed by such places as The Cave. The Cave is now a bar full of annoying 20-somethings that wish they lived in the 80's. The latest gentrified bar is The York, located on York near Ave 56. It is so tame and boring there that it might as well be located in Pasadena.

For all my shit-talking, I have to say I like Footsie's. It still retains some of that neighborhood hole-in-the wall appeal that it once had. DJ Ant, or
Antony Valadez, spins there every other Sunday night. He is one of L.A.'s many underrated DJ's. All the clubs know about him because he can flat out rock a club. In fact, The Little Temple has him on lock down every Friday, along with fellow Deejay Sloe Poke, for the very popular Resident Fridays. It's a mean pick-up spot if you are newly 21-years old. It's the night they play the commercial shit for the ADD generation...with a slight slant to throw them off, just a tad.

On Sundays, Antony gets to play whatever he wants. One minute he is on a Isley Brothers/Meters trip, then he is on a Sa-Ra/Bowie trip, followed by classic Hip-Hop and Reggae tracks. The genre breaking mix matches the crowd at the bar. Soon all the heads are bopping. The bartender dances with glee after every deep cut. Vato Locos, hipsters, bikers, Post Laker and Dodger game sport freaks, lost east coast girls who came to L.A. to find themselves and the Midwestern boys who love them, conjoin in one room.

January 19, 2008

Posted by phil blankenship, January 20, 2008 10:30pm | Post a Comment

Pattie Boyd - Harrison & Clapton's Former Wife Finally Speaks

Posted by Miss Ess, January 20, 2008 07:08pm | Post a Comment
At long last, Pattie Boyd has written a book!

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I read it last weekend.  It's entitled Wonderful Tonight and it's quite a page turner.

You'll remember Pattie Boyd-- she's the beautiful blond who met George Harrison on the set of A Hardpattie boyd george harrison wife beatles Day's Night and married him a few years later.  She lived the high life, literally, during the entire height of Beatlemania and beyond.  She and George discovered India and meditation together. Years after all that, Eric Clapton came a-calling, wrote "Layla" for her and soon she was Mrs. Clapton...until all that ended unhappily in divorce as well.

Her story is one that I have always wanted to know more about.  There are plenty of juicy details in this book!  Perhaps I was hoping for even more juice though, seeing as this woman lived through some of the most exciting musical times right in the vortex of the whole thing.  Her writing is a bit polite, a bit hesitant, but the book is still a good one, still highly readable.

pattie boyd george harrison wife model Pattie Boyd grew up in Africa, and moved back to England when she was about 10 or so.  She ended up a model, working with Twiggy and for Vogue, among many other publications.  When she met George, she was swept away by his charm and fame.  (Who wouldn't have been?)   In the book she recounts their many years together with affection, but also notes that eventually a pattern emerged:  for a few months George would become so absorbed in his meditation and Eastern Thought that he would neglect everything around him, and then he would go completely the other direction and party so hard she lost respect for him.  Then he'd turn back to transcendental meditation again for a while, and so on.  During one of his party phases, he declared his love for Maureen Starkey, Ringo's wife, and Pattie had had quite enough. (Ringo was not pleased either.)

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