October 2009
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Frakenstein - The Edgar Winter Band
Let The Flimwell Papers Theme Time Theme continue……
This tune hales from the Edgar Winter Group’s album They Only Come Out At Night. The album was released in 1973. This instrumental made it all the way to number 1 in the charts only to be displaced by Macca’s ‘My Love’. Today it sounds a bit overdone, a tad of a cliche, and oh gawd save me from overblown drum solos…but that’s the fun of it! Sadly it seems like Edgar is almost completely gone from the musical radar these days but he is another that I once worked for — hauling equipment for the Canada and border States leg of a tour he and the band were on. Great guy and fun memories of this tune….a blast of Rock and Roll to clear out this old Geezer’s cobwebs on a too early dark manic Monday….cheers now
Woke this morning and...
- ....and I knew there was something I forgot. I hadn't turned my clocks back before heading off into the Land of Nod. So up I got only to be nastily reminded that it would be some 3,696 hours till we had the evening sun back........I hate this shift of time and clocks...sigh....
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“Art doesn’t go to sleep in the bed made for it. It would sooner run away than say its own name: what it likes is to be incognito. Its best moments are when it forgets what its own name is.” ~ Jean Dubuffet”
—Down from the Dashboard that is my reading life…..
More thoughts on the day....
Well, back into the throes of daily dilemas, which stack of books to start, which pile of collected mail to open, what junk mail to shred, which folders of work to recommence….ahhhh…and found this quote while choppin’ on a new book too…
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested: that is, some books are to be read only in parts, others to be read, but not curiously, and some few to be read wholly , and with diligence and attention.
Francis Bacon (1561-1626)
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Black Magic Woman - Santana
And the Flimwell Papers’ Theme Rolls On…..how many times I saw Santana I couldn’t tell you but the best concert I saw of the many was at the Flimore East in ‘68. Then Bob Livingston, drummer, and Marcus Malone, congags, were still in the band. A truely great night with my old amigos, Sarge, Marvellous Marv, Sandy Penny and Trish the Dish. Where are you now guys and gals?
We all piled out and went an after hours Latin Club where Tito Puente played with a cooking band till 4:00 a.m. New York, ahh…everyone should live in New York once when you’re young…
