“…jazz and jazz/blues versions of some of the songs that sustained the civil-rights movement in the 1960s (and beyond) through the setbacks, the hardships, the failures and the many hard-won successes that have moved America ever closer to racial equality.” — NPR
Archive for the 'music' Category
I’m in a good mood for at least five minutes so let’s Get Off with Foxy:
21
Nov
09
I don’t normally do this…
Cause y’all know for the most part I’m incognegro on this blog, however, this is a video from the debut performance of the new orchestra Mr. SLS is playing with now and the music is great so I’m sharing.
19
Oct
09
Heard over the weekend…
I told ya’ll long ago that I like most music genres, including country. (Yes, I have two-stepped in a honkeytonk. And I went to visit Loretta Lynn’s ranch. If you want to hear some really entertaining lyrics, listen to this Loretta hit).
But this post is about a Gretchen Wilson ballad from a couple of years ago. I love the lyrics to this song.
I’ve never done anything
That would ever bring a tear to your eye
I’ve never crossed the line
Or needed an alibi to cover up a lie
But darling I’ll admit
There’ve been times when I could have
The thing that kept me strong
Is the one thing that is always on my mind
When I think about cheatin’
I just think about you leavin’
And how my world would fall to pieces
If I tossed your love away
Even when I’m tempted by some stranger
Oh there’s never any danger
I just think about you leavin’
When I think about cheatin’
There was a time in Abilene
When he said all the things I wanted to hear
It was hard to turn him down
Between the champagne and the sound of whispers in my ear
But it just took one two-step with someone, and I was missing you
He never had a chance, cause I broke up the dance
Before the song was through
When I think about cheatin’
I just think about you leavin’
And how my world would fall to pieces
If I tossed your love away
Even when I’m tempted by some stranger
Oh there’s never any danger
I just think about you leavin’
When I think about cheatin’
Here’s the video, filmed at the old Grand Old Opry (yep, been there, too. I’ve seen the new building but never been inside). Check it out.
Don’t tell me not to fly, I simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it’s me and not you
Who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade
***
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
*This is one of my all-time favorite movies.
01
Sep
09
Loving what you do for a living
One of the things I really love about Mr. SLS is how he found a way to get paid for doing something he loves: music. And because he loves music, he takes the time and effort to find and develop new and creative ways to teach the kids.
For example, I’m making cupcakes for him today and he’s going to use them to teach some musical method.
He writes songs for the kids, teaches them how to improvise and takes them to perform with him sometimes so they can get comfortable being in front of an audience.
For their concerts he pays professional musicians to come in to accompany them.
I want to love what I do that much. I like it and it’s interesting most days, but I know I don’t have half the enthusiasm for what I do that my husband does.
31
Aug
09
I love this MJ song…
Maybe because he wrote it about his children..cause it’s really sappy. But, I love it.
15
Aug
09
A lovely day! — Bill Withers
Went for my post-op appt yesterday and I’m recovering nicely though I can’t go back to work yet. We’re about to go to a musicians’ jam session and cookout so I’m all duded up and cutified.
Here’s some of what I listen to when I’m getting gussied up to go out with Mr. SLS:
04
Aug
09
Music hustle
Whenever he can, Mr. SLS goes out to the Metro during rush hours to play. Sometimes he’s alone, other times he’s joined by some friends. He does it as a way to mix up practicing (much more interesting than playing scales in our living room with the cats staring at him from the piano bench and windowsill).
The money he makes doing it ebbs and flows depending on the Metro, the weather, the day, the crowd — anything. Though I don’t go with him, I get a cut off the top of all cash monies earned. LOL!
Anyway, this cartoon made me think about all of that so, you got a blog post!
Chorus