Listics

Thanks to vruz for the link…

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The number 4 most viewed comedian in France asks for our help to push her to number one! Follow that link, and subscribe!

And here’s a post that describes some of what you’ll be missing if you don’t subscribe to Madame Ovary’s Bitter Music Hour.

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… three of the more dramatic domestic events…

Yesterday I listened to (and blogged) Leslie Winer’s “5″ from Witch. She’s uploaded the whole album to YouTube. Toward the end of “5″ we hear a dramatic harmonic, dramatic to my generation, the simple progression from a high E up to the B above it. At least I think those are the notes I heard. It doesn’t matter really. What mattered to me at that moment was the brief echo, repeated, of the opening of the Buffalo Springfield tune, “For What It’s Worth.” Allusive.

Today I heard “John Says.” I loved it. Cinematic. Reggaelistic.

Blair Millen wrote about this album three or four years ago.

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National Library Week was last week. Nevertheless…

Bill Meloney has posted some sweet images on his poetry site, 2Voices.   Here is one of my favorites:

tucked into wheel wells

perched on dry all terrain tires

sparrows watch the rain

Thanks to Kathy Applegate for tweeting Dylan’s Pulitzer. Not one of the award ceremonies I follow.

But this song reminds me of someone…

“There must be some way out of here,” said the joker to the thief,
“There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”

“No reason to get excited,” the thief, he kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.”

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

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The dog writes on the window
with his nose