Dead Flowers

I meant to write a nice little narrative yesterday about Dead Flowers, this week's Rolling Stones Song of the Week. But I got busy. Bite me.

Besides there being a version of Dead Flowers on the Big Lebowski soundtrack done by Townes Van Zandt, it's quite easily one of my favorite Stones songs ever.

For one, it's easily one of the most influential songs the Stones ever recorded. Easily. Dig Wilco? Old 97s? Ryan Adams? A little something called alt country? It all came from here. From this one "throw away" Stones track off of Sticky Fingers, country became something rock bands could play with. Clearly influenced by Gram Parsons and Keith Richards hanging out, it led to Parsons' Flying Burrito Brothers getting to release Wild Horses before the Stones did.

OK, so it's just a song.

Oops, so I left out my personal favorite part of the song.

Take me down, little Suzy. Take me down.
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground.

I love love love that line. I just do. It's in my top ten lines from the Stones. "Flippancy" might not be the best word, but it's the first word that comes to mind. And the flippancy that this girl really is the Queen of the Underground is awesome. Implied, clearly, that the narrator has in fact crossed paths with the real Queen of the Underground.

Baby, it wont be long till I be tyin on my flyin shoes

What's scarier? Thinking you can't doing something, or figuring out you can, you just have to actually do it?

One of my favorite documentaries is Be Here to Love Me about the legendary Townes Van Zandt. There's a scene in there where Townes talks about how he was at a party. He was standing on the balcony and was possessed by the desire to feel what it was like the moment - the split second -before one fell off the balcony. Well, he deduced the only way to know that moment was to actually fall off the balcony. To not go that far with it would mean he hadn't in fact felt the moment before the fall.

I might not be at the falling moment. But I can feel the wind. And I think I can feel the moment of truth.

And I can't fucking wait.

Hold on. I'm coming.

It just is

Can somebody tell me?

When did Chris Cornell start sucking?

Seriously. Badmotorfinger is one of the best albums ever. I daresay I have probably listened to it more start to finish than any other album ever. I think it can be argued effectively that Rusty Cage and Outshined are the best one-two tracks in the history of rock. You can follow that up with Room a Thousand Years Wide, Jesus Christ Pose and Searching With My Good Eye Closed.

I'm looking California and feeling Minnesota.

ME TOO, CHRIS!

Too tired to start a fire, I'm burning diesel.
Burning dinosaur bones.

Kick that imagery's ass, Chris.

And, now, certainly I live in a glass house here, but what the hell have you done the last seventeen years, Chris? And can you please stop it?

Audioslave? Oy. You actually proved that Zac de la Rocha was a good singer.

That soundtrack to Great Expectations? Well, it drew attention away from Ethan Hawke ... which was probably the goal of that shitacular endeavor.

What's better ...

Than Tom Petty's Free Fallin' with the windows down and the volume up?

Oh yeah. Signing Koosh.
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Heaven holds a place for those who pray

So I'm finding the two disc Tales From New York set from Simon and Garfunkel to be the perfect waiting for the biggest news ever music. Yes, that is just dripping in irony.

But the songs are soothing. Catchy. Reminds me of my mom's burnt orange 1979 Mercury Cougar. With the vinyl seats. What a cruddy car that was.

It also reminds me of the time I surprised someone with badass Paul Simon tickets in San Antonio. I went thinking I was doing good boyfriend duty and I would gut it out. I left there a huge Paul Simon fan. That little guy can write some songs. Lots of them. That are both poppy and soulful. Genuine.

Richmond, my nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

Which is odd, because the origin of the phrase, "The eyes of Texas are upon you" begins in Virginia. When post Civil War General Lee, (apparently, referred to just as Lee by Virginians) was president of what is now Washington and Lee, he would close his speeches with "Gentlemen, the eyes of the south are upon you." One of those gentlemen became president of UT when he grew up and he bastardized the phrase.

Anyway, it seems thinking about women from my past makes waiting easier. How odd. I hope this wait ends before I compose a treatise on my marriage.

edit: Maybe this isn't the right time for Bridge Over Troubled Waters. Oy.

Or I Am A Rock, either.

Wait, this could be the worst possible music for this.

Over thinking

I'm thinking Willie Nelson's Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground is the first song ever written about a man loving a woman with ADHD.
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