My Requests for Open Mic Nite at Creative Corner...
Bill Murray's my likely Muse for these threads...Eileen and I just enjoyed his verbal and bodily humor in "Groundhog Day." The other motivation is the nor'easter that's been forecast.
To get us in the mood, let's start with some music.
TIP: If you dig this track, don't waste time rewinding the video...
...It'll happen AUTOmatically, just like "I got you babe" in the movie....
And, rather than serve up Sonny & Cher's version, here's a punk take. For more punk, see Patti Smith's words in the section on the Doors about Jim Morrison's influence on her and her generation.
"We don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows..."
Above...Guy on his right looks like poet Allen Ginsberg.
The DOORS of Perception
Before tuning into Jim...
[from the next article] If you’ve ever needed proof that poetry and rock and roll can work well together, you only have to look at The Doors.
For punk poet pioneer Patti Smith, seeing Morrison meld poetry with rock music was game-changing. In her memoir Just Kids, she wrote, “I felt, watching Jim Morrison, that I could do that.” And she did – following in Morrison’s footsteps to become a key figure in the punk landscape and one of the most influential artists of all time. Evidently, Morrison’s short stint as a musician, tragically passing away when he was 27, was powerful enough to leave a lasting mark on popular culture.
Morrison’s love of literature can be thanked for his writing skills, which he expressed from an early age. According to his high school teacher, “Jim read as much and probably more than any student in class, but everything he read was so offbeat I had another teacher (who was going to the Library of Congress) check to see if the books Jim was reporting on actually existed. I suspected he was making them up, as they were English books on sixteenth- and seventeenth-century demonology. I’d never heard of them, but they existed, and I’m convinced from the paper he wrote that he read them, and the Library of Congress would’ve been the only source.”
Windy...
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smiling at everybody she sees?
Who's reaching out to capture a moment?
Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stormy eyes
That flash at the sound of lies
And Windy has wings to fly
Above the clouds (Above the clouds)
Above the clouds (Above the clouds)
Music for Chilling during the Storm...
Creative Corner
A post about music in West Hempstead that features Creative Corner:
At the 9/11 one, an oldtimer named Bob performed
Mickey Newbury's "Frisco Depot" that included this eerie reminder:
“Ol' Frisco's a mighty rich city
Now that ain't no lie
They have some buildings
That reach nearly a mile in the sky”
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