EppsNet Archive: Music

People I Thought Were Dead

 

Herb Alpert – trumpeter Max Baer Jr. – actor, “The Beverly Hillbillies” Barbara Bain – actress, “Mission: Impossible” Brigitte Bardot – actress Rona Barrett – gossip columnist Frank Borman – astronaut Roy Clark – musician Roger Corman – film producer Robert Crumb – cartoonist Bill Daily – actor Vic Damone – singer Angie Dickinson – actress Annette and Cecile Dionne – quintuplets Sam Donaldson – TV newscaster Hugh Downs – TV announcer Daniel Ellsberg – released the Pentagon Papers Barbara Feldon – actress Fannie Flagg – actress and game show panelist Larry Flynt – publisher of Hustler Whitey Ford – baseball pitcher A.J. Foyt – auto racer Ron Gallela – celebrity photographer, aka “paparazzo” Whitey Herzog – baseball manager Ernest Hollings – U.S. senator Cloris Leachman – actress Tom Lehrer – musical satirist Jerry Lee Lewis – singer and pianist G. Gordon Liddy – Watergate mastermind Rich Little – impressionist Peter Max… Read more →

The Emperor’s New Clothes

 

I see plenty of clothes that I like But I won’t go anywhere nice for a while All I want to do is just sit here And write it all down and rest for a while   Read more →

Wild Wild Life

 

Sleeping on the interstate oh oh oh Getting wild, wild life Checkin’ in, checkin’ out! Uh, huh! I got a wild, wild life Spending all of my money and time oh oh oh Done too much wild, wild We want to go, where we go, where we go oh oh oh I doing wild, wild life Read more →

What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace, Love and Understanding?

 

As I walk through This wicked world Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity. I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and misery? Read more →

See You in Hell: Tom Petty Update

 

[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE] He was standing at the gates here but he wouldn’t back down. Go figure. See you in Hell . . . Read more →

Walter Becker, 1950-2017

 

It’s hard times befallen the Soul Survivors She thinks I’m crazy but I’m just growing old RIP Walter Becker Read more →

Things Have Changed

 

People are crazy, times are strange I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range I used to care, but . . . things have changed Read more →

Wandering Boy

 

I hope he’s warm and I hope he’s dry And that a strangers eye is a friendly eye And I hope he has someone close by his side And I hope that he’ll come home Where is my wandering boy tonight? Where is my wandering boy? If you see him, tell him everything is alright Push him towards the light Where is my wandering boy? — Randy Newman, “Wandering Boy” Read more →

Our Town

 

And I can see the sun settin’ fast And just like they say nothing good ever lasts Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye but hold on to your lover ‘Cause your heart’s bound to die Go on now and say goodbye to our town, to our town Can’t you see the sun’s settin’ down on our town, on our town Goodnight Read more →

Aside

I just don’t understand it . . . I just don’t understand it . . . I just don’t understand it . . . I must have got lost . . .

The Myth of Fingerprints

 

Over the mountain Down in the valley Lives a former talk-show host Everybody knows his name He says, “There’s no doubt about it It was the myth of fingerprints I’ve seen them all and, man, They’re all the same” — Paul Simon, “All Around the World or the Myth of Fingerprints” Read more →

Brahms Shooting Cats

 

Allegedly, Brahms would sit by a window with a bow-and-arrow-type weapon that Dvorák gave him, and shoot arrows at the cats in the street. — Schmopera Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are briiight . . . GODDAMN CATS!!! Read more →

What Might We Be Missing?

 

Joshua Bell is a violinist, one of the world’s greatest classical musicians. The Washington Post a few years ago did an experiment where they put him in a DC metro station wearing a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt and a Washington Nationals baseball cap. Like a street musician. He’s got an open violin case in front of him so people can put money in. It’s about 8 a.m. on a Friday, morning rush hour. He plays for 45 minutes, and 1,097 people pass through the area where he’s playing. Before watching the video, you may want to consider out of that many people — more than 1,000 — how many will recognize the quality for what it is? How many will stop and listen? How much money will he make? Before you answer, keep in mind that he’s not going to play popular tunes that a lot of people… Read more →

Today I Learned . . .

 

. . . if you show college students a video of Randy Newman, Tom Petty, Jackson Browne and John Fogerty, they won’t recognize any of them. Read more →

This Year’s Recital

 

I’ve been doing these student recitals once a year for three years, since I started taking piano lessons. Here’s this year’s version. I didn’t nail it but I didn’t botch it either. It was somewhere in-between. Anecdote: At the refreshment table after the recital, one of the piano teachers in attendance said to me with some surprise, “Your teacher is younger than you?” “Every person here is younger than me,” I pointed out. Read more →

Bad Religion

 

If it brings me to my knees It’s a bad religion. — Frank Ocean Read more →

The Tigers Have Spoken

 

They shot the tiger on his chain In a field behind the cages He walked in circles ’til he was crazy And he lived that way forever And he lived that way beside them, Separate from the other tigers He did not know another tiger They shot the tiger on his chain In a field behind the cages He walked in circles ’til he was crazy And he lived that way forever And he lived that way forever Just as long as he could remember If he’d wanted to remember It was the last time he had felt alive When he saw that brown-haired lady She fed him with a bottle as a baby And he recalled her face and smile They shot that tiger on his chain Read more →

Out of the Blue and Into the Black

 

Out of the blue and into the black They give you this, but you pay for that And once you’re gone, you can never come back When you’re out of the blue and into the black. — Neil Young, “My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)” Read more →

Salesmanship

 

“How many pieces are you playing at the piano recital?” “Two,” I reply, “but one is very short.” “Who are the composers?” “Bach and Liszt.” “What is that? ‘Box’?” “Why do you ask me who the composers are if you’ve never heard of Bach?” “That’s salesmanship.” Did I mention he’s a salesman? “You’ve gotta push it.” Read more →

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