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Showing posts with label Keith Richards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keith Richards. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Playlist For Adjusting to New Medication, Part 1

1.  "Fortunate Son" - Creedence Clearwater Revival
2.  "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" - Bob Dylan
3.  "Dance in the Dark" - Lady Gaga
3.  "Soul Cake" - Sting
4.  "We're Not Right" - David Gray
5.  "California Dreaming"  - The Mommas & Poppas
6.  "Sing Me Back Home" - Merle Haggard
7.  "Landslide" - Stevie Nicks
8.  "Night Fever"  - The Bee Gees
9.  "Get Back"  - The Beatles
10.  "Wild Horses" - The Rolling Stones
11.  That weird Saturday morning Indian music show on the public music station.


"LET'S ROCK!"

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

It's a gas, gas, gas.

Yesterday, I caught some poor reporter's interview with newly-minted author Keith Richards (yes, the fallen-from-a-coconut-tree Rolling Stone Keith Richards) on, of all mediums, National Public Radio.  The dialogue went a little something like this:

Unfortunate reporter:

"So, what would you say has been your main musical influence?"

What's Left of Keith:

"Erll, treble clef teddy hair saint Mick a bar and a baby octopus."

/ Lengthy silence edited due to time restraints /

Sometimes God just reaches down from heaven and hands you a pure, perfect pearl.