tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82666739849454265662024-03-05T02:07:58.891-08:00Music that I likeRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.comBlogger1148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-44844893835663839672013-05-21T12:58:00.001-07:002013-05-21T12:58:53.184-07:00Trigger Happy - "Weird Al" Yankovic<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MV-a4LZLcuY" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Trigger happy<br />
Trigger happy<br />
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Got an AK47 well you know it makes me feel alright<br />
Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night<br />
There's no feeling any greater<br />
Than to shoot first and ask questions later<br />
Now I'm trigger happy,(wooooooo) trigger happy every day<br />
<br />
Well, you can't take my guns away, I got a constitutional right<br />
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight<br />
Ba Ba Ba<br />
I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson<br />
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson<br />
Now I'm trigger happy,(wooooooo) trigger happy every day<br />
<br />
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away<br />
<br />
Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den (Shot daddy in the den)<br />
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again <br />
(drug-crazed Nazi again)<br />
Now why'd you have to get so mad?<br />
It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad<br />
You know, I'm trigger happy,(woooooooo) trigger happy every day<br />
<br />
Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet<br />
Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet<br />
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead<br />
We'll have to use him for a pencil instead<br />
Well, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day<br />
<br />
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away<br />
<br />
Come on and grab your ammo<br />
What have you got to lose?<br />
We'll get all liquored up<br />
And shoot at anything that moves<br />
<br />
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight<br />
(shoot to kill now shoot to kill)<br />
Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight <br />
(shoot to kill now shoot to kill)<br />
I always keep a Magnum in my trunk<br />
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?<br />
Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day<br />
<br />
(Oh yeah, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh baby, I'm)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
(Oh I'm so)trigger, trigger happy<br />
Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away<br />
Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away</div>
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Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-3582831669720303162012-11-15T11:09:00.001-08:002012-11-15T11:09:19.245-08:00Wild At Heart TV Soundtrack<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JdbA47EYGZg" width="420"></iframe><br />Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-46243689920630203082012-11-09T04:05:00.001-08:002012-11-09T04:05:05.323-08:00Cheers full theme song<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MMNVNRybluQ" width="420"></iframe><br />Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-14831722037639464172012-11-01T09:31:00.000-07:002012-11-01T09:31:14.832-07:00Natalie Merchant one fine day<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4zaj8D4InAs" width="420"></iframe><br />
one fine day<br />
you'll look at me<br />
and then you'll know our love was<br />
meant to be<br />
<br />
one fine day<br />
you're gonna want me<br />
for your girl<br />
<br />
the arms I long for<br />
will open wide<br />
and you'll be proud to have me<br />
right by your side<br />
<br />
one fine day<br />
you're gonna want me<br />
for your girl<br />
<br />
now i know you're<br />
kind of a boy<br />
who only wants to run around<br />
<br />
i'll keep waiting<br />
and some day, darling<br />
you'll come to me<br />
when you want to settle down<br />
<br />
one fine day<br />
we'll meet once more<br />
and then you'll want the love you<br />
threw away before<br />
<br />
one fine day<br />
you're gonna want me<br />
and one fine day<br />
you're gonna want me<br />
and one fine day<br />
you're gonna want me<br />
for your girlRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-44299078379549003772012-10-23T12:29:00.001-07:002012-10-23T12:29:21.747-07:00 Journey - "Lights" <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p6NHCwHVHdY" width="420"></iframe><br />
When the lights go down in the City<br />And the sun shines on the bay<br />Do I want to be there in my City<br />Ooh, ooh<br /><br /><br />So you think you're lonely<br />Well my friend I'm lonely too<br />I want to get back to my City by the bay<br />Ooh, ooh<br /><br /><br />It's sad, oh there's been mornings out on the road without you,<br />Without your charms,<br />Ooh, my, my, my, my, my<br /><br />When the lights go down in the City<br />And the sun shines on the bay<br />Do I want to be there in my City<br />Ooh, ooh<br /><br />When the lights go down in the City<br />And the sun shines on the bay<br />Do I want to be there in my City<br />Ooh, oohRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-82759388138431688532012-10-23T12:17:00.000-07:002012-10-23T12:18:46.198-07:00 Elton John - Someone Saved My Life Tonight <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UiuCk6_yEPw" width="560"></iframe><br />
When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights
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The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
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Prima donna Lord you really should have been there
<br />
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
<br />
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
<br />
We've all gone crazy lately
<br />
My friends out there rolling 'round the basement floor
<br />
<br />
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
<br />
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
<br />
You nearly had me roped and tied
<br />
Altar-bound, hypnotized
<br />
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
<br />
You're a butterfly
<br />
And butterflies are free to fly
<br />
Fly away, high away, bye bye
<br />
<br />
<br />
I never realized the passing hours of evening showers
<br />
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
<br />
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
<br />
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
<br />
It's four o'clock in the morning
<br />
Dammit listen to me good
<br />
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
<br />
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
<br />
<br />
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
<br />
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
<br />
Paying your h.p. demands forever
<br />
<br />
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
<br />
<br />
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
<br />
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
<br />
Someone saved my life tonight
<br />
So save your strength and run the field you play aloneRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-70998487311174559952012-10-23T05:54:00.001-07:002012-10-23T05:54:30.529-07:00Touch of Grey - Grateful Dead<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_TVqMMeq74c" width="420"></iframe><br />
Must be getting early; clocks are running late.<br />
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony.<br />
Dawn is breaking everywhere; light a candle, curse the glare.<br />
Draw the curtains; I don't care, 'cause it's alright<br />
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.<br />
<br />
I see you've got your list out, say your piece and get out.<br />
Guess I get the gist of it but it's alright<br />
Sorry that you feel that way; the only thing there is to say,<br />
Every silver lining's got a touch of grey.<br />
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.<br />
<br />
It's a lesson to me, the Ables and the Bakers and the C’S<br />
The A-B-C's we all must face, try to keep a little grace.<br />
<br />
It's a lesson to me, the Deltas and the East and the Freeze.<br />
The A-B-C's we all think of, try to give a little love.<br />
<br />
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years,<br />
It's even worse than it appears, but it's alright.<br />
The cow is giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen,<br />
The words he knows are all obscene, but it's alright<br />
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.<br />
<br />
The shoe is on the hand it fits; there's really nothin' much to it.<br />
Whistle through your teeth and spit 'cause it's alright<br />
Oh well, a touch of grey, kind of suits you anyway,<br />
That was all I had to say, and it's alright<br />
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.<br />
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.<br />
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-22107514359868066642012-10-21T11:07:00.001-07:002012-10-21T11:07:59.364-07:00Beethoven Sonata no. 8 Pathetique <h1 id="watch-headline-title">
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Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-43965132791333456162012-10-21T11:02:00.001-07:002012-10-21T11:02:44.710-07:00Beethoven - 6th Symphony - Pastoral <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iMJPZ-mu-Ts" width="420"></iframe><br />Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-37218915091340741812012-10-21T10:38:00.004-07:002012-10-21T10:45:32.813-07:00Queen - 'Bohemian Rhapsody' <iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fJ9rUzIMcZQ" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Is this the real life?<br />Is this just fantasy?<br />Caught in a landslide<br />No escape from reality<br />Open your eyes<br />Look up to the skies and see<br />I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy<br />Because I'm easy come, easy go<br />Little high, little low<br />Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me<br /><br />Mama, just killed a man<br />Put a gun against his head<br />Pulled my trigger, now he's dead<br />Mama, life had just begun<br />But now I've gone and thrown it all away<br />Mama, ooo<br />Didn't mean to make you cry<br />If I'm not back again this time tomorrow<br />Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters<br /><br />Too late, my time has come<br />Sends shivers down my spine<br />Body's aching all the time<br /><br />Goodbye everybody - I've got to go<br />Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth<br />Mama, ooo - (any way the wind blows)<br />I don't want to die<br />I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all<br /><br />I see a little silhouetto of a man<br />Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango<br />Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me<br />Gallileo, Gallileo,<br />Gallileo, Gallileo,<br />Gallileo Figaro - magnifico<br /><br />I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me<br />He's just a poor boy from a poor family<br />Spare him his life from this monstrosity<br />Easy come easy go - will you let me go<br />Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go<br />Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go<br />Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go<br />Will not let you go - let me go (never)<br />Never let you go - let me go<br />Never let me go - ooo<br />No, no, no, no, no, no, no -<br />Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go<br />Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me<br />for me<br />for me<br /><br />So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye<br />So you think you can love me and leave me to die<br />Oh baby - can't do this to me baby<br />Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here<br /><br />Ooh yeah, ooh yeah<br />Nothing really matters<br />Anyone can see<br />Nothing really matters<br />Nothing really matters to me<br /><br />Any way the wind blows...</h1>
Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-1207221624267450392012-09-03T19:30:00.001-07:002012-09-03T19:30:29.756-07:00Dusty Springfield - The Windmills of Your Mind<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wl8fKAYQuPk" width="420"></iframe><br />
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Round<br />Like a circle in a spiral<br />Like a wheel within a wheel<br />Never ending or beginning<br />On an ever spinning reel<br />Like a snowball down a mountain<br />Or a carnival balloon<br />Like a carousel that’s turning<br />Running rings around the moon<br /><br />Like a clock whose hands are sweeping<br />Past the minutes of it's face<br />And the world is like an apple<br />Whirling silently in space<br />Like the circles that you find<br />In the windmills of your mind !<br /><br />Like a tunnel that you follow<br />To a tunnel of it's own<br />Down a hollow to a cavern<br />Where the sun has never shone,<br />Like a door that keeps revolving<br />In a half forgotten dream,<br />Or the ripples from a pebble<br />Someone tosses in a stream<br /><br />Like a clock whose hands are sweeping ....<br /><br />Keys that jingle in your pocket<br />Words that jangle in your head<br />Why did summer go so quickly ?<br />Was it something that you said ?<br />Lovers walk along a shore<br />And leave their footprints in the sand<br /><br /><br />Is the sound of distant drumming <br />Just the fingers of your hand ?<br />Pictures hanging in a hallway<br />And the fragment of this song<br />Half remembered names and faces<br />But to whom do they belong ?<br /><br />He: when you knew<br />That it was over<br />You were suddenly aware<br />That the autumn leaves were turning<br />To the color <br />Of her hair !<br /><br />She: when you knew<br />That it was over<br />In the autumn of goodbyes<br />For a moment<br />You could not recall the color<br />Of his eyes !<br /><br />Like a circle in a spiral<br />Like a wheel within a wheel<br />Never ending or beginning<br />On an ever spinning reel<br /><br />As the images unwind<br />Like the circles<br />That you find<br />In the windmills of your mind !Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-38789447902943583202012-08-23T12:02:00.002-07:002012-08-23T12:02:20.860-07:00"Seeds" by Kathy Mattea<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/61D5AU3SG7A" width="420"></iframe><br />
Sometimes I stop on my way home<br />
And watch the children play<br />
And I wonder if they wonder<br />
What they'll be someday<br />
Some will dream a big dream<br />
And make it all come true<br />
While others go on dreaming<br />
Of things they'll never do<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
We start the same<br />
But where we land<br />
Is sometimes fertile soil<br />
And sometimes sand<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
I saw a friend the other day<br />
I hardly recognized<br />
He'd done a lot of living<br />
Since I'd last looked in his eyes<br />
He told his tale of how he'd failed<br />
The lessons he'd been taught<br />
But he offered no excuses<br />
And he left me with this thought<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
We start the same<br />
But where we land<br />
Is sometimes fertile soil<br />
And sometimes sand<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
As I'm standing at a crossroads once again<br />
I'm reminded we're all the same when we begin<br />
And in the end...<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
We start the same<br />
But where we land<br />
Is sometimes fertile soil<br />
And sometimes sand<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's hands<br />
We're all just seeds<br />
In God's handsRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-13278615824532400302012-08-13T18:57:00.002-07:002012-08-13T18:57:14.344-07:00The Bangles --- Eternal Flame<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XwajTekSAcM" width="420"></iframe><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Do you feel my heart beating</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Do you understand</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Do you feel the same</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Am I only dreaming</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Is this burning an eternal flame</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">I believe it's meant to be, darling</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">I watch you when you are sleeping</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">You belong with me</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Do you feel the same</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Am I only dreaming</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Or is this burning an eternal flame</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Corbel, helvetica, verdana, arial; 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white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">And then you come and ease the pain</span>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-48941229001377500822012-08-13T18:21:00.001-07:002012-08-13T18:21:44.484-07:00Never Ending Story - Limahl<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hXJQOnT0xAM" width="420"></iframe><br />Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-23564103398747410632012-07-18T18:05:00.001-07:002012-07-18T18:05:15.148-07:00Janis Ian Getting Over You<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eR8Fh_c-VsI" width="420"></iframe><br />
<br />
Borrowed things on guarded lines<br />
Sign the past away.<br />
This is yours and that is mine,<br />
So the people say.<br />
<br />
How can you move so quickly?<br />
How can you heal so fast?<br />
And what will I do with my mornings?<br />
And what will I do with my nights?<br />
<br />
Tell me what you see in her that used to be in me,<br />
Why is it the simple truths are hardest to believe?<br />
How can I start all over?<br />
Knowing we'll just be friends.<br />
And what will i do with my mornings?<br />
And what will i do with my nights?<br />
<br />
You want answers that I can't give,<br />
You want words I don't know.<br />
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.<br />
<br />
Mmmmm oooh<br />
<br />
After this day is over,<br />
How will my dreams go on?<br />
And what will I do with my mornings?<br />
Tell me what will I do with my nights?<br />
<br />
You want answers that I can't give,<br />
You want words I don't know.<br />
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.<br />
<br />
Ask me when I'm through getting over you.Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-4522107128384886552012-07-06T04:52:00.000-07:002012-07-06T04:52:06.918-07:00Janis Ian - Society's Child<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yW_rYLoIR08" width="420"></iframe><br />
An astonishing performance by 16 year old Janis on the Smothers Brothers show.<br />
<br />
Come to my door, baby,<br />
face is clean and shining black as night.<br />
My mother went to answer, you know,<br />
and you looked so fine.<br />
Now I can understand your tears and your shame.<br />
She called you "boy" instead of your name.<br />
When she wouldn't let you inside.<br />
When she turned and said<br />
"But honey, he's not our kind."<br />
She said I can't see you any more, baby.<br />
Can't see you anymore.<br />
Walk me down to school, baby.<br />
Everybody's acting deaf and blind.<br />
Until they turn and say<br />
why don't you stick to your own kind.<br />
(Not sure about the rest of this verse. It sounds to me like)<br />
My teachers all laugh, they smirk and stare.<br />
Cutting deep down in our affair.<br />
Preachers of equality. They say "Believe us"<br />
but why won't they just let us be?<br />
They say I can't see you anymore, baby.<br />
Can't see you anymore.<br />
One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening,<br />
Gonna raise my head up high.<br />
One of these days I'm gonna raise my glistening wings and fly.<br />
But that day will have to wait for awhile.<br />
Baby, I'm only society's child.<br />
When we're older things may change.<br />
But for now this is the way they must remain.<br />
I say I can't see you any more, baby.<br />
Can't see you anymore.<br />
No, I don't wanna see you any more, baby<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>Janis Ian</b> (born <b>Janis Eddy Fink</b>, April 7, 1951) is an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">American</a> songwriter, singer, musician, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columnist" title="Columnist">columnist</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction" title="Science fiction">science fiction</a> author.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-official_0-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-official-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup>
Ian first entered the folk music scene while still a teenager in the
mid-sixties; most active musically in that decade and the 1970s, she has
continued recording into the 21st century. In 1975, Ian won a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy_Award" title="Grammy Award">Grammy Award</a> for her song, "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Seventeen" title="At Seventeen">At Seventeen</a>".<br />
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<span class="mw-headline" id="Biography">Biography</span></h2>
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<span class="mw-headline" id="Childhood">Childhood</span></h3>
Born to a <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jewish_American" title="Jewish American">Jewish</a> family in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City" title="New York City">New York City</a>,<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-musicguide_1-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-musicguide-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup> she was primarily raised in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Jersey" title="New Jersey">New Jersey</a>, initially on a farm, and attended <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Orange_Campus_High_School" title="East Orange Campus High School">East Orange High School</a><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-2"><span>[</span>3<span>]</span></a></sup> and the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiorello_H._LaGuardia_High_School_of_Music_%26_Art_and_Performing_Arts" title="Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts">New York City High School of Music & Art</a>. Her parents, Victor (a music teacher) and Pearl, ran a summer camp in upstate New York. In that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_War" title="Cold War">Cold War</a>
era they were frequently under government surveillance because of their
left-wing politics. Ian would allude to these years later in her song
"God and the FBI". Young Janis admired the work of folk pioneers such as
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Baez" title="Joan Baez">Joan Baez</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odetta" title="Odetta">Odetta</a>.
Starting with piano lessons at the age of 6 or 7, by the time she hit
her teens, Ian had learned the organ, harpsichord, French horn, flute
and guitar.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-3"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-3"><span>[</span>4<span>]</span></a></sup> At the age of 12, Ian wrote her first song, "Hair of Spun Gold," which was subsequently published in the folk publication <i>Broadside</i>
and was later recorded for her debut album. In 1964, she legally
changed her name to Janis Ian, using as her new last name her brother
Eric's middle name.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-musicguide_1-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-musicguide-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
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<span class="mw-headline" id="Music_career">Music career</span></h3>
At the age of thirteen, Ian wrote and sang her first hit single, "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society%27s_Child" title="Society's Child">Society's Child (Baby I've Been Thinking)</a>",
about an interracial romance forbidden by a girl's mother and frowned
upon by her peers and teachers: the girl ultimately decides to end the
relationship, claiming the societal norms of the day have left her no
other choice. Produced by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_Morton" title="Shadow Morton">George "Shadow" Morton</a> and released three times between 1965 and 1967, "Society's Child" finally became a national hit upon its third release, after <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Bernstein" title="Leonard Bernstein">Leonard Bernstein</a> featured it in a TV special titled <i>Inside Pop: The Rock Revolution</i>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-musicguide_1-2"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-musicguide-1"><span>[</span>2<span>]</span></a></sup>
The song's lyrical content was taboo for some radio stations, and they
withdrew or banned it from their playlists accordingly; in her 2008
autobiography <i>Society's Child</i>, Ian recalls receiving hate mail
and death threats as a response to the song, and mentions that a radio
station in Atlanta that played it was burned down. In the summer of
1967, "Society's Child" reached #14 on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard_Hot_100" title="Billboard Hot 100">Billboard Hot 100</a>, the single having sold 600,000 copies, and the album 350,000.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-4"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-4"><span>[</span>5<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
Ian relates on her website that, although the song was originally
intended for Atlantic and the label paid for her recording session, the
label subsequently returned the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_recording" title="Master recording">master</a> to her and quietly refused to release it. Years later, Ian says, Atlantic's president at the time, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Wexler" title="Jerry Wexler">Jerry Wexler</a>, publicly apologized to her for this. The single and Ian's 1967 eponymous debut album were finally released on <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verve_Forecast" title="Verve Forecast">Verve Forecast</a>; her album was also a hit, reaching #12. In 2001, "Society's Child" was inducted into the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Grammy_Hall_of_Fame_Award_recipients_Q-Z" title="List of Grammy Hall of Fame Award recipients Q-Z">Grammy Hall of Fame</a>, which honors recordings considered timeless and important to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_history" title="Music history">music history</a>. Her early music was compiled on a double <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compact_Disc" title="Compact Disc">CD</a> entitled <i>Society's Child: The Verve Recordings</i> in 1995.<br />
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"Society's Child" stigmatized Ian as a one-hit wonder until her most successful single in the United States, "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Seventeen" title="At Seventeen">At Seventeen</a>", a bittersweet commentary on adolescent <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cruelty" title="Cruelty">cruelty</a>, the illusion of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popularity" title="Popularity">popularity</a>, and teenage <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angst" title="Angst">angst</a>,
as reflected upon from the perspective of a 24-year-old, was released
in 1975. "At Seventeen" was a smash, receiving tremendous acclaim from
critics and record buyers alike — it charted at #3 on the Billboard Hot
100 and hit #1 on the Adult Contemporary chart. It won the 1975 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy_Award" title="Grammy Award">Grammy Award</a> for <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Best_Pop_Vocal_Performance_-_Female" title="Best Pop Vocal Performance - Female">Best Pop Vocal Performance - Female</a> beating out <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linda_Ronstadt" title="Linda Ronstadt">Linda Ronstadt</a>, who was nominated for her <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_Like_a_Wheel" title="Heart Like a Wheel">Heart Like a Wheel</a></i> album; <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivia_Newton-John" title="Olivia Newton-John">Olivia Newton-John</a>; and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helen_Reddy" title="Helen Reddy">Helen Reddy</a>. Ian performed "At Seventeen" as a musical guest on the debut of <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saturday_Night_Live" title="Saturday Night Live">Saturday Night Live</a></i> on October 11, 1975. The song's album, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Between_the_Lines_%28Janis_Ian_album%29" title="Between the Lines (Janis Ian album)">Between the Lines</a></i>,
was also a smash and hit #1 on Billboard's Album chart. It was quickly
certified Gold and later earned a 'Platinum' certification for sales of
over one million copies sold in the US. Another measure of her success
is anecdotal: on Valentine's Day 1977, Ian received 461 Valentine cards,
having indicated in the lyrics to "At Seventeen" that she never
received any as a teenager.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-dafydd_5-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-dafydd-5"><span>[</span>6<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
"Fly Too High" (1979), produced by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disco" title="Disco">disco</a> producer <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giorgio_Moroder" title="Giorgio Moroder">Giorgio Moroder</a>, was her contribution to the soundtrack of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jodie_Foster" title="Jodie Foster">Jodie Foster</a> film <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foxes_%28film%29" title="Foxes (film)">Foxes</a></i>, also featured on Ian's 1979 album <i>Night Rains</i>. It earned her a <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammy" title="Grammy">Grammy</a> nomination and became a hit single in many countries, including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Africa" title="South Africa">South Africa</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgium" title="Belgium">Belgium</a>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia" title="Australia">Australia</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel" title="Israel">Israel</a>, and the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netherlands" title="Netherlands">Netherlands</a>.<br />
Another country where Ian has achieved a high level of popularity is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan">Japan</a>. She had two top 10 singles on the Japanese <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oricon" title="Oricon">Oricon</a> charts, "Love Is Blind" in 1976, and "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Are_Love" title="You Are Love">You Are Love</a>" in 1980; and her album <i><a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Aftertones&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Aftertones (page does not exist)">Aftertones</a></i> topped Oricon's album chart in October 1976. "<a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=You_Are_Love_%28Toujours_Gai_Mon_Cher%29&action=edit&redlink=1" title="You Are Love (Toujours Gai Mon Cher) (page does not exist)">You Are Love (Toujours Gai Mon Cher)</a>" is the theme song of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinji_Fukasaku" title="Kinji Fukasaku">Kinji Fukasaku</a>'s 1980 movie <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virus_%281980_film%29" title="Virus (1980 film)">Virus</a></i>,
which was the most expensive Japanese film ever made at the time. Ian
has cut several other singles specifically for the Japanese market,
including 1998's "<a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Last_Great_Place&action=edit&redlink=1" title="The Last Great Place (page does not exist)">The Last Great Place</a>".
Even now, she's still regarded as the Godmother of Japanese
singer-songwriters, and has a thriving career there and in Europe.<br />
By contrast, in the U.S., Ian made the pop charts only once more after "At Seventeen" ("<a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Under_the_Covers_%28song%29&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Under the Covers (song) (page does not exist)">Under the Covers</a>", #71 in 1981), though she had several more songs reach the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adult_Contemporary" title="Adult Contemporary">Adult Contemporary</a>
singles chart through 1980 (all failing to make the Top 20, however).
She walked away from her CBS contract in 1982, while it still had three
albums to go. Ian deliberately spent much of the 1980s and early 1990s
without a record deal. During the 1982–1992 period she continued to
write songs, often in collaboration with songwriting partner <a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kye_Fleming&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Kye Fleming (page does not exist)">Kye Fleming</a>, which were covered by the likes of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Grant" title="Amy Grant">Amy Grant</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bette_Midler" title="Bette Midler">Bette Midler</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marti_Jones" title="Marti Jones">Marti Jones</a>. She also studied under acting coach <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stella_Adler" title="Stella Adler">Stella Adler</a> and struck up a close friendship with her, which continued until the latter's death in 1992.<br />
Ian finally became one of the first "indie artists," resurfacing in 1993, with the worldwide release of <i><a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Breaking_Silence&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Breaking Silence (page does not exist)">Breaking Silence</a></i> and its title song about incest.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-keehnen_6-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-keehnen-6"><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup> She also came out as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesbian" title="Lesbian">lesbian</a> with that release. She also, in 1993, made her <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Howard_Stern_Show" title="The Howard Stern Show">The Howard Stern Show</a></i> appearance, where she performed a "new" version of "At Seventeen" about <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry_Seinfeld" title="Jerry Seinfeld">Jerry Seinfeld</a>. Since then Ian has released several albums.<br />
Ian's most recent album, <i><a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Folk_Is_The_New_Black&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Folk Is The New Black (page does not exist)">Folk Is The New Black</a></i>,
was released jointly by the Rude Girl and Cooking Vinyl labels in 2006.
It is the first in over twenty years where she did all the songwriting
herself.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-dbw_7-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-dbw-7"><span>[</span>8<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
She still tours and has a devoted fan base. Her autobiography,
"Society's Child," was released by Penguin in mid-2008 to critical
acclaim.<br />
Other artists have recorded Ian's compositions, most notably <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roberta_Flack" title="Roberta Flack">Roberta Flack</a>, who had a hit in 1973 with Ian's song "Jesse",<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-keehnen_6-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-keehnen-6"><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup><sup class="noprint Inline-Template"><span style="white-space: nowrap;" title=" since November 2009">[<i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Link_rot" title="Wikipedia:Link rot">dead link</a></i>]</span></sup> also recorded by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_Baez" title="Joan Baez">Joan Baez</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dottie_West" title="Dottie West">Dottie West</a>; Ian's own version is featured on her 1974 album <i>Stars</i> (the title song of which has also been oft-covered, including versions by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cher" title="Cher">Cher</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nina_Simone" title="Nina Simone">Nina Simone</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_Cook" title="Barbara Cook">Barbara Cook</a>). Other artists who have recorded or performed songs written or co-written by Janis Ian include <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Grant" title="Amy Grant">Amy Grant</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeanette_%28singer%29" title="Jeanette (singer)">Jeanette Dimech</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheena_Easton" title="Sheena Easton">Sheena Easton</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michele_Pillar" title="Michele Pillar">Michele Pillar</a>, <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mel_Torme" title="Mel Torme">Mel Torme</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelle_Wright" title="Michelle Wright">Michelle Wright</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bette_Midler" title="Bette Midler">Bette Midler</a> ("Some People's Lives," a song written by Ian and her then-partner <a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kye_Fleming&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Kye Fleming (page does not exist)">Kye Fleming</a>, became the title song of her <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Some_People%27s_Lives" title="Some People's Lives">1990 album</a>), <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jann_Arden" title="Jann Arden">Jann Arden</a>, and Japanese singer <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shiina_Ringo" title="Shiina Ringo">Shiina Ringo</a> (covered Ian's breakthrough Japanese hit, "Love Is Blind").<br />
<h3>
<span class="mw-headline" id="Criticism_of_the_RIAA">Criticism of the RIAA</span></h3>
She is an outspoken critic of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recording_Industry_Association_of_America" title="Recording Industry Association of America">Recording Industry Association of America</a> (RIAA),<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-debacle_8-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-debacle-8"><span>[</span>9<span>]</span></a></sup> a <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Record_industry" title="Record industry">record industry</a> organization which she sees as acting against the interests of musicians and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consumer" title="Consumer">consumers</a>. As such, she has willingly released several of her songs for free download from her website.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-9"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-9"><span>[</span>10<span>]</span></a></sup> Along with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction" title="Science fiction">science fiction</a> author <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Flint" title="Eric Flint">Eric Flint</a>,
she has argued that their experience provides conclusive evidence that
free downloads dramatically increased hard-copy sales, contrary to the
claims of RIAA and <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NARAS" title="NARAS">NARAS</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-10"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-10"><span>[</span>11<span>]</span></a></sup> Ian's signature tune "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Seventeen" title="At Seventeen">At Seventeen</a>" sold over two million singles in the United States alone yet was never certified.<br />
"I've been surprised at how few people are willing to get annoyed
with me over it," she laughs. "There was a little backlash here and
there. I was scheduled to appear on a panel somewhere and somebody from a
record company said if I was there they would boycott it. But that's
been pretty much it. In general the entire reaction has been favorable. I
hear from a lot of people in my industry who don't want to be quoted,
but say 'yeah, we're aware of this and we'd like to see a change too.'"<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-towerofbabel_11-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-towerofbabel-11"><span>[</span>12<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
<h3>
<span class="mw-headline" id="Writing_and_editing">Writing and editing</span></h3>
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In addition to being an award-winning <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer-songwriter" title="Singer-songwriter">singer-songwriter</a>, Ian writes <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction" title="Science fiction">science fiction</a>. A long-time reader of the genre, she got into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction_fandom" title="Science fiction fandom">science fiction fandom</a> in 2001, attending the <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Millennium_Philcon" title="Millennium Philcon">Millennium Philcon</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-12"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-12"><span>[</span>13<span>]</span></a></sup> Her short stories have been published in anthologies, and she co-edited, with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Resnick" title="Mike Resnick">Mike Resnick</a>, the anthology <i>Stars: Original Stories Based on the Songs of Janis Ian</i>, published in 2003 (<a class="internal mw-magiclink-isbn" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:BookSources/9780756401771">ISBN 978-0-7564-0177-1</a>). She also occasionally attends <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science_fiction_conventions" title="Science fiction conventions">science fiction conventions</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-13"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-13"><span>[</span>14<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
Ian has been a regular columnist for, and still contributes to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT" title="LGBT">LGBT</a> news magazine, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Advocate" title="The Advocate">The Advocate</a></i>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-oasis_14-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-oasis-14"><span>[</span>15<span>]</span></a></sup> She has a selection of her columns available on her website.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-15"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-15"><span>[</span>16<span>]</span></a></sup> She also contributed a column to <i>Performing Songwriter</i> magazine from 1995 through 2003.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-16"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-16"><span>[</span>17<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
On July 24, 2008, Janis Ian released her autobiography <i>Society's Child</i> (published by Penguin Tarcher) to much critical acclaim. An accompanying double CD, <i>The Autobiography Collection</i>, has also been released with many of Ian's best loved songs.<br />
<h3>
<span class="mw-headline" id="Personal_life">Personal life</span></h3>
Ian married Portuguese filmmaker Tino Sargo in 1978; they divorced in
1983. Details of Sargo's physical and emotional abuse were discussed in
Ian's autobiography, <i>Society's Child</i>. After moving to Nashville, she met Patricia Snyder in 1989. Ian has a stepdaughter by Snyder, and two grandchildren.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Ian_2008_17-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-Ian_2008-17"><span>[</span>18<span>]</span></a></sup> Ian came out as a lesbian in 1993 with the worldwide release of her album <i><a class="new" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Breaking_Silence&action=edit&redlink=1" title="Breaking Silence (page does not exist)">Breaking Silence</a></i>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-keehnen_6-2"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-keehnen-6"><span>[</span>7<span>]</span></a></sup> Snyder and Ian were married in Toronto on August 27, 2003.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-glbtq_18-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-glbtq-18"><span>[</span>19<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
Ian's mother, Pearl, was diagnosed with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiple_sclerosis" title="Multiple sclerosis">multiple sclerosis</a>
in 1975. To deal with her disease, Ian and her brother convinced Pearl
to pursue her lifelong dream of going to college. Pearl eventually
enrolled in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goddard_College" title="Goddard College">Goddard College</a>'s
adult education program, ultimately graduating with a Master's degree.
After Pearl's death, Ian decided to auction off merchandise and raise
money to endow a scholarship at Goddard specifically for older <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Continuing_education" title="Continuing education">continuing education</a> students. This began what became the Pearl Foundation, which funds scholarships at other colleges including <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Wilson_College" title="Warren Wilson College">Warren Wilson College</a>.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Ian_2008_17-1"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janis_Ian#cite_note-Ian_2008-17"><span>[</span>18<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-16996522036438718462012-05-24T16:58:00.001-07:002012-05-24T16:58:26.854-07:00Paul Desmond Take Ten (Full Album)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6b2fkY_cUSk" width="420"></iframe>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-79634293539472924022012-05-22T09:19:00.001-07:002012-05-22T09:19:45.593-07:00André Rieu - Love theme from Romeo and Juliet<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TEVGLXVhhns" width="560"></iframe>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-39268219063563927732012-05-04T10:07:00.001-07:002012-05-04T10:07:14.272-07:00André Rieu - And The Waltz Goes On (composed by: Anthony Hopkins)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M57Fi19vcSI" width="560"></iframe>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-44060238169061937902012-05-03T07:10:00.000-07:002012-05-03T07:10:24.590-07:00Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L-JQ1q-13Ek" width="560"></iframe><br />
Hello darkness, my old friend<br />I've come to talk with you again<br />Because a vision softly creeping<br />Left its seeds while I was sleeping<br />And the vision that was planted in my brain<br />Still remains<br />Within the sound of silence<br /><br />In restless dreams I walked alone<br />Narrow streets of cobblestone<br />'Neath the halo of a street lamp<br />I turned my collar to the cold and damp<br />When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light<br />That split the night<br />And touched the sound of silence<br /><br />And in the naked light I saw<br />Ten thousand people, maybe more<br />People talking without speaking<br />People hearing without listening<br />People writing songs that voices never share<br />And no one dared<br />Disturb the sound of silence<br /><br />"Fools", said I, "You do not know<br />Silence like a cancer grows<br />Hear my words that I might teach you<br />Take my arms that I might reach you"<br />But my words, like silent raindrops fell<br />And echoed<br />In the wells of silence<br /><br />And the people bowed and prayed<br />To the neon god they made<br />And the sign flashed out its warning<br />In the words that it was forming<br />And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls<br />And tenement halls"<br />And whispered in the sounds of silence<br />
<br />
Paul Simon began working on the song some time after the Kennedy
assassination. He had made progress on the music but had yet to get down
the lyrics. On 19 February 1964, the lyrics coalesced, as Simon
recalled: "The main thing about playing the guitar, though, was that I
was able to sit by myself and play and dream. And I was always happy
doing that. I used to go off in the bathroom, because the bathroom had
tiles, so it was a slight <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_chamber" title="Echo chamber">echo chamber</a>.
I'd turn on the faucet so that water would run — I like that sound,
it's very soothing to me — and I'd play. In the dark. 'Hello darkness,
my old friend / I've come to talk with you again'."<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-4"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sound_of_Silence#cite_note-4"><span>[</span>5<span>]</span></a></sup><br />
Simon showed the new composition to Garfunkel the same day, and
shortly afterward, the duo began to perform it at folk clubs in New
York. In the liner notes of their debut album, <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wednesday_Morning,_3_A.M." title="Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.">Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M.</a></i>,
Garfunkel claims, "'The Sound of Silence' is a major work. We were
looking for a song on a larger scale, but this is more than either of us
expected."<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-freespace.virgin.net.2Fr.kent.2Fquotes_5-0"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sound_of_Silence#cite_note-freespace.virgin.net.2Fr.kent.2Fquotes-5"><span>[</span>6<span>]</span></a></sup><br />Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-51615586637831049902012-04-30T06:49:00.001-07:002012-04-30T06:49:37.917-07:00Offenbach - Barcarolle , from 'The Tales of Hoffmann'<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g7czptgEvvU" width="420"></iframe><br />
<span class="dropcap">Y</span>ou're likely to be reading a lot about the
Titanic this week if you haven't already, and you're likely to read
more about it on this site before the week is over. But for today, a
curious tie-in between the Titanic and Opera Wednesday.
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<br />
The Titanic's orchestra has long since entered the realm of history for
playing throughout the sinking, until the ship itself went under. Much
of the discussion surrounds what the band actually played at the end,
which is another story altogether. But music holds a strong power of
identification in human memory, and it is enough for a few bars of a
tune to be played to bring back instantly all the feelings, hopes and
fears of a single moment of time. And so it was with the final piece
that the orchestra played in their concert in the first class reception
room that night. It was the last piece that anyone would hear until the
Titanic's encounter with the iceberg, and for Noël Leslie, the Countess
of Rothes, it created a memory she would never forget.
<br />
<br />
That night the orchestra played the Bacarolle from Offenbach's <i>Tales of Hoffmann</i>.
It is a haunting piece of music, and when viewed in context of the
opera it carries its own watery images, set as it is in Venice with its
canals and boats. For the rest of her life, until her death in 1956,
whenever she heard the Bacarolle the Countess would immediately feel the
horror of that night, the bone-chilling cold of the North Atlantic, and
the terror of seeing the great ship go down. It was that immediate,
and that total.
And here is the Bacarolle, one of the most popular pieces in opera,
innocuous in its beauty, complete in the depth of feeling it could
reproduce. <span style="color: red;">◙</span>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-91437870943335105242012-04-28T12:57:00.001-07:002012-04-28T12:57:02.689-07:00Kristin Korb - Live In Vienna (Full Concert)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wDUSOzvNK0w" width="560"></iframe>Rob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-73414947215621060242012-04-28T11:40:00.003-07:002012-04-28T11:40:56.806-07:00Wayne Shorter JUJU (Full Album)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B6NBrZ1n48A" width="420"></iframe><br />
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1. JuJu<br />2. Deluge<br />3. House of Jade<br />4. Mahjong<br />5. Yes or No<br />6. Twelve More Bars to Go<br /><br />Wayne Shorter - tenor saxophone<br />McCoy Tyner - pianoRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-52232701463504321862012-04-26T10:05:00.000-07:002012-04-26T10:05:53.285-07:00Steely Dan - Deacon Blues<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NntyxRhmFho" width="420"></iframe><br />
This is the day of the expanding man<br />That shape is my shade<br />There where I used to stand<br />It seems like only yesterday<br />I gazed through the glass<br />At ramblers, wild gamblers<br />That's all in the past<br /><br />You call me a fool<br />You say it's a crazy scheme<br />This one's for real<br />I already bought the dream<br />So useless to ask me why<br />Throw a kiss and say goodbye<br />I'll make it this time<br />I'm ready to cross that fine line<br /><br />I'll learn to work the saxaphone<br />I play just what I feel<br />Drink Scotch whiskey all night long<br />And die behind the wheel<br />They got a name for the winners in the world<br />And I want a name when I lose<br />They call Alabama the Crimson Tide<br />Call me Deacon Blues<br /><br />My back to the wall<br />A victim of laughing chance<br />This is for me<br />The essence of true romance<br />Sharing the things we know and love<br />With those of my kind<br />Libations<br />Sensations<br />That stagger the mind<br /><br />I crawl like a viper<br />Through these suburban streets<br />Make love to these women<br />Languid and bittersweet<br />I'll rise when the sun goes down<br />Cover every game in town<br />A world of my own<br />I'll make it my home sweet home<br /><br />(refrain)<br />This is the night of the expanding man<br />I take one last drag<br />As I approach the stand<br />I cried when I wrote this song<br />Sue me if I play too long<br />This brother is free<br />I'll be what I want to beRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266673984945426566.post-55972378256331497072012-04-20T14:11:00.001-07:002012-04-20T14:18:46.282-07:00Jackson Browne - In The Shape Of A Heart<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W-BAVztjJbw" width="560"></iframe><br />
The song is about his wife Phyllis, and there's a lot of emotion in the lyrics.<br />
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It was a ruby that she wore
<br />
On a chain around her neck
<br />
In the shape of a heart
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In the shape of a heart
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It was a time I won't forget
<br />
For the sorrow and regret
<br />
And the shape of a heart
<br />
And the shape of a heart
<br />
I guess I never knew
<br />
What she was talking about
<br />
I guess I never knew
<br />
What she was living without
<br />
<br />
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
<br />
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
<br />
Speak in terms of belief and belonging
<br />
Try to fit some name to their longing
<br />
People speak of love
<br />
<br />
There was a hole left in the wall
<br />
From some ancient fight
<br />
About the size of a fist
<br />
Or something thrown that had missed
<br />
And there were other holes as well
<br />
In the house where our nights fell
<br />
Far too many to repair
<br />
In the time that we were there
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<span class="b-lyrics-from-signature">[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jackson+browne/in+the+shape+of+a+heart_20068621.html ]</span>
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People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
<br />
Reach out to each other though the push and shove
<br />
Speak in terms of a life and the learning
<br />
Try to think of a word for the burning
<br />
<br />
You keep it up
<br />
You try so hard
<br />
To keep a life from coming apart
<br />
And never know
<br />
What breaches and faults are concealed
<br />
In the shape of a heart
<br />
<br />
It was the ruby that she wore
<br />
On a stand beside the bed
<br />
In the hour before dawn
<br />
When I knew she was gone
<br />
And I held it in my hand
<br />
For a little while
<br />
And dropped it into the wall
<br />
Let it go, heard it fall
<br />
<br />
I guess I never knew
<br />
What she was talking about
<br />
I guess I never knew
<br />
What she was living without
<br />
People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of
<br />
Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove
<br />
Speak in terms of a life and the living
<br />
Try to find the word for forgiving
<br />
<br />
You keep it up
<br />
You try so hard
<br />
To keep a life from coming apart
<br />
And never know
<br />
The shallows and the unseen reefs
<br />
That are there from the start
<br />
In the shape of a heartRob Hoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02211809421832142963noreply@blogger.com0