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Bringing Home the Freshest Kill

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LYRICS:

Hope it isn’t broken, try to keep it open
But I couldn’t hold it, smashed it down for all to see
And I tried to get repairs done, I couldn’t fix it
So I picked it up and smashed it down for all to see

But I remember when we were so cool
And you were the only one
And now I know that I was such a fool
Thinking you’re the only one

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way and be the first test pilot

Now we’re stumbling through the motions, criminal and careless
Thought you were my best friend, now I couldn’t care less, come to see
And you’re playing my emotions, way out of proportion
Damage and distortion, blasting through your fantasy

Oh, but I was such a fool
Thinking you’re the only one
It didn’t have to be so cruel
Thinking you’re the only one

I know that we get down
But we can’t touch the ground
Look up, fall into sky
Going at the speed of sound
One circle back around
Straight on, test pilot, fly

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way

(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are gliding through the things that tear us apart
(And now we are) We are high and we are fine
(And now we are) And we are going to need the strength it takes to pave the way and be the first test pilot

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I love horn parts that conjure images of sad faces blowing on kazoos.

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Sinatra with Pancakes

FRANK

Longform.org has reprinted a stellar Playboy interview with Frank Sinatra from 1963.

Some excerpts.

On feelings:

…being an 18-karat manic-depressive and having lived a life of violent emotional contradictions, I have an overacute capacity for sadness as well as elation.

On religion and God:

I think I can sum up my religious feelings in a couple of paragraphs. First: I believe in you and me. I’m like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life — in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God. But I don’t believe in a personal God to whom I look for comfort or for a natural on the next roll of the dice. I’m not unmindful of man’s seeming need for faith; I’m for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. But to me religion is a deeply personal thing in which man and God go it alone together, without the witch doctor in the middle. The witch doctor tries to convince us that we have to ask God for help, to spell out to him what we need, even to bribe him with prayer or cash on the line. Well, I believe that God knows what each of us wants and needs. It’s not necessary for us to make it to church on Sunday to reach Him. You can find Him anyplace. And if that sounds heretical, my source is pretty good: Matthew,Five to Seven, The Sermon on the Mount.

On the Cold War:

Fear is the enemy of logic. There is no more debilitating, crushing, self-defeating, sickening thing in the world—to an individual or to a nation. If we continue to fear the Russians, and if they continue to fear us, then we’re both in big trouble. Neither side will be able to make logical, reasoned decisions. I think, however, that their fear and concern over the ideological balance of power in some areas is far from irrational. Our concern over a Sovietized Cuba 90 miles from Key West, for instance, must be equated with Russian concern over our missile bases surrounding them. It is proper that we should be deeply concerned, but we must be able to see their side of the coin—and not let this concern turn into fear on either side.

On Communism:

Stop worrying about communism; just get rid of the conditions that nurture it. Sidestepping Marxian philosophy and dialectical vagaries, I think that communism can fester only wherever and whenever it is encouraged to breed—not just by the Communists themselves, but by depressed social and economic conditions: and we can always count on the Communists to exploit those conditions. Poverty is probably the greatest asset the Communists have. Wherever it exists, anyplace in the world, you have a potential Communist breeding ground. It figures that if a man is frustrated in a material sense, his family hungry, he suffers, he broods and he becomes susceptible to the blandishments of any ideology that promises to take him off the hook.

What a great mind. Read the entire thing here.

 

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Bond

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Totem Song of the Moment

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Looks like there is no shortage of swell covers of this song by The Who.

To wit:

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From where I sit, Leif wins the fight. I like his less-polished take. But I never cared much for the original anyway.

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These gems comprised a good portion of my heavy rotation playlist in 2013. (In no particular order, though presented alphabetically here).

I also really liked the new Neko Case album.

And according to scientists somewhere, here are the 10 most relaxing songs from a study commissioned by a bubble bath and shower-gel outfit called Radox Spa.

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I posit that “Strangers When We Meet” is a pretty great and under-appreciated David Bowie song, particularly the version that appears on his album Outside.

Have a listen, by god.

LYRICS:

All my friends

Now seem so thin and frail

Slinky secrets

Hotter than the sun

No peachy prayers

No trendy rechauffe

I’m with you

So I can’t go on

———

All my violence

Raining tears upon the sheet

I’m bewildered/resentful

For we’re strangers when we meet

———

Blank screen TV

Preening ourselves in the snow

Forget my name

But I’m over you

Blended sunrise

And it’s a dying world

Humming Rheingold

We scavenge up our clothes

———

Cold tired fingers

Tapping out your memories

Halfway sadness

Dazzled by the new

Your embrace

Was all that I feared

That whirling room

We trade by vendu

———

Steely resolve

Is falling from me

My poor soul

All bruised passivity

All your regrets

Ride roughshod over me

I’m so glad

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m so thankful

That we’re strangers when we meet

I’m in clover

For we’re strangers when we meet

Heel head over

And we’re strangers when we meet

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Possibly…

…my favorite song on the new Neko Case album, which seems to get better with repeated listens.

Transfixing video too, with great light/imagery.

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