BOB DYLAN - Simple twist of fate / Oh sister.

people tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within i still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring she was born in spring, but I was born too late blame it on a simple twist of fate 1975. World of J. Hammond.

John Entwistle - Rising Low

John, Warren and a great movie. A must-see This clip is an excerpt of the DVD 'Rising Low'. Highly recommended for any bassguitar player. John is outright magnificent, so plain and down to earth.

Ella Fitzgerald - Someone To Watch Over Me

There's a saying old, says that love is blind Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find" So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet He's the big affair I cannot forget Only man I ever think of with regret I'd like to add his initial to my monogram Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb? There's a somebody I'm longin' to see I hope that he, turns out to be Someone who'll watch over me I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood I know I could, always be good To one who'll watch over me Although he may not be the man some Girls think of as handsome To my heart he carries the key Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me

The Band: how 2nd album was made

All majors together in Harvard, Princeton and every fancy school can´t be compare to this album, even those lame shitty rappers "learn on the streets' can´t compete with 0,00001% of this record. Robbie Robertson Richard Manuel Garth Hudson Rick Danko Levon Helm This is adoc about how the second album was made

The Band - Up On Cripple Creek

Hi, I am Rogerio´s father, nice to meet you. You're totally welcome in the house, relax your socks and grab a beer. The song "Up on Cripple Creek" by The Band off of their self-titled album.

Levon Helm: A Lesson from Paul Butterfield

One of the most beautiful things I ever see, I just cried, drowned my eyes in tears. I really can´t describe what I'm feeling right now, so intense. What a lesson, what a guy. "In May of 1998 I interviewed Levon and his band and created a short documentary on the making of their tenth album Jubilation. After the interview with Levon, Mr. Helm, knowing I loved playing the harp, offered to teach me something he'd been taught by Paul Butterfield. Yes! My dear friend and collaborator on the shoot, Gil Ross, had the presence of mind to push the record button on my camera and capture this "in between" moment. It's Levon the legend mentoring an amateur musician --- giving the gift -- direct from Paul to Levon - to me. And now to you! Thanks to our production team, Gil Ross, Tom Leavens and Kevin Devick. And again, eternal thanks to The Band for their gracious acceptance of our film making efforts. It will always be one of my fondest shoots. In remembrance and celebration of Mr. Levon Helm we share this humble out-take. A music lesson from Levon" By SidewaysCowboy

TRAFFIC - Dear Mr. Fantasy (LIVE 1972)

I like this song very much, I like this band very much, Steve Winwood is great in all he put his hands on. Lovely video, a must-see.

Metallica - Orion - Bass Only - By Cliff Burton

Learn kids, learn how to be a bad ass on Bass and not an asshole.

In response to Levon’s passing by Bob Dylan

He was my bosom buddy friend to the end, one of the last true great spirits of my or any other generation. This is just so sad to talk about. I still can remember the first day I met him and the last day I saw him. We go back pretty far and had been through some trials together. I'm going to miss him, as I'm sure a whole lot of others will too.
By Bob Dylan
http://www.bobdylan.com/us/news/response-levon%E2%80%99s-passing

The Band - Ophelia

It was a hot summer night very long ago, when my career in this racket was brand-new and distinctly alternative. I was in a beneath-the-sidewalk joint in Harvard Square called Jonathan Swift's, and I was listening to Levon Helm play with the Cate Brothers, who were formidable players in their own right, and old friends of Levon's from Arkansas. We were all deep into the howl of the evening when it occurred to my friend and I that we were enjoying the show so much that we really ought to buy Levon a beer. So we ordered one up, and the waitress brought it out to the stage and Levon took a long pull, looked down at the two of us, touched his drumstick to his forehead and said, "Thank you, neighbor."
It was what they were all about, Levon and the rest of The Band, in 1968, when the country was coming apart at the seams. Nothing was holding, least of all Mr. Yeats's center. There were tanks in Prague and there was blood on a balcony in Memphis, Tennessee. The traditional American values of home and family and neighborhood were being fashioned into cheap weapons to use against the people who saw the death and gore as the deepest kind of betrayal of the ideals that made those values worth a damn in the first place. The music was disparate and fragmented; the Beatles were producing masterpieces that they couldn't or wouldn't take on the road. Brian Wilson was long gone, spelunking through the canyons of what was left of his mind. Jim Morrison, that tinpot fraud, was mixing bullshit politics with kindergarten Freudian mumbo-jumbo and his band didn't even have a damn bass player. Elsewhere, there was torpid, silly psychedelia. The British were sort of holding it together, but, in America, even soul was coming apart. Nothing seemed rooted. Nothing abided. Nothing seemed to come from anything else. The whole country was bleeding from wounds nobody could find.

Read more: http://www.esquire.com/blogs/politics/levon-helm-america-8173059#ixzz1sUaXOv7D








From "The Last Waltz"

The four tops - Loving you is sweeter than ever

Stevie´s tune by The Four Tops. The first time I listened to this song was with The Band and of course, Levon was there too.

Levon Helm

Levon have to stay a little more among us, it´s not the missing part that I´m talking about, unfortunately I don´t know him in person, but he brings joy to our homes since 1966, at least, and I believe as long as he stays alive, every second of living will mean a new dance, a new beat, a new loving song, a brand new horizon. The Band was the best band, every guy would trade anything to be in that band.
It´s a damn shame people nowadays think they have a band and not even listening to The Band, worst, internet gave to a boy the names of rock and roll persons of the old times to say it around town to impress others and these boys never paid some attention to understand the message, what music and rock and roll is all about.
I don´t really know if I am sure of this words I am writing, but what I know is that some records like, "Music from the big pink" "The Last Waltz" "Stage Fright" made my life better, way much better. From Levon I had the "Love of first sight" of playing drums and singing at same time, no matter how bad I do that.
Levon, I am with you the whole time, untill the day I die.
Rogerio Lo-Fi

Levon Helm dancing

That´s one reason why the guy is one of the best drummers ever.
Levon Helm dancing at NYC show


VIP Levon Helm Band & Okkervil River

Black Sabbath - Killing Yourself To Live - 1974 California Jam

No facial hair for Tony.
There´s others songs from California Jam on youtube, go check it.

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Almost Cut My Hair

Crosby sings this tune better every year, classic.

Steve Howe - Mood for a Day

This post is dedicated to Fernando, one of my best friends, just because he believes that just for one day we got to be in the mood and he is right.


Maybe at Montreux Jazz Festival

TIM BARRY "This Land is Your Land" (by Woody Guthrie)

A huge and intense song by Woody Guthrie well played by Tim Barry who performed the classic to kids in an elementary school. Clap your your hands for him.


Recorded live at Mary Munford Elementary School. Richmond, VA 2008

The Band - 1970 - Slippin' and Slidin'

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Levon Helm (lead vocal, drums), Rick Danko (bass, backing vocal), Garth Hudson (organ), Richard Manuel (piano, backing vocal), Robbie Robertson (guitar).


at Festival Express, Toronto

Billie Holiday - I`m a fool to want you

This song is from Billie`s final album "Lady in Satin" completed and released in her lifetime.
Ray Ellis said of the album:
"I would say that the most emotional moment was her listening to the playback of "I'm a Fool to Want You". There were tears in her eyes...After we finished the album I went into the control room and listened to all the takes. I must admit I was unhappy with her performance, but I was just listening musically instead of emotionally. It wasn't until I heard the final mix a few weeks later that I realized how great her performance really was."


I` m a fool to want you


I`m a fool to want you
I`m a fool to want you
To want a love that cant be true
A love thats there for others too

I`m a fool to hold you
Such a fool to hold you
To seek a kiss not mine alone
To share a kiss that devil has known

Time and time again I said Id leave you
Time and time again I went away
But then would come the time when I would need you
And once again these words I had to say

Take me back, I love you
I need you
I know its wrong, it must be wrong
But right or wrong I cant get along
Without you

Bob Dylan - Blood In My Eyes

This is extremely beautiful, there´s such a magic in this song, and in the whole "world gone wrong" album. I can´t explain why.
The 90´s was good for the old guys, Lou, Bob, Iggy, unfortunately it was not announced in mass midia.


Music video by Bob Dylan performing Blood In My Eyes. (C) 1993 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT

Otis Redding - These Arms Of Mine

I have to confess, from the deep of my heart I really wanted to be like Otis, and nobody else.
He got beautiful harmonies and lovely melodies, write his lyrics drumming and on stage he´s unbeatable.

Stevie Wonder - You are the Sunshine of my Life

LOVELY

And I want to dedicate this for everybody who hates me

OFF! - "Wiped Out"

Video of the year!


Director: R. Kern

Additional Footage:
Skater Footage: Max Hull and John Wilson
Surfer Footage: Transworld Surf

Shooters:
Jerry Ricciotti
Matt Shuster
Tim Bonython
Graham Nash

Thelonious Monk Live in '66

He flows at the stage, dances on it, let all his friends play whatever they want.
Weird fingers, crossed hands and tapping

The Rolling Stones - ´73 and ´81

Best Stones era, huge and well played concerts. Mick and Keith talking about this great time and the live recording from theis european tour.
Absolutly lovely.



This video shows the band touring on Tattoo You, playing the Hampton Coliseum in Virginia in a 1981 concert that was broadcast live.

James Brown - Live at Boston Garden 1968

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last

Martin Luther King, Jr

Charlie Brown Play it Again

Charlie Brown Play it Again full episode, real gold here but you gotta know how to extract it.

Mountain- Sittin' on a Rainbow

Double bass drum and cow bell on a love song played by Mountain is absolutely lovely.


from their album "Climbing!" (1970)

Corky Laing - Phrasing is Everything

Best lesson that I could take, everything I love Corky explained easy in a couple of words, drumming, writing, singing. The guy is a Master and always had a huge impact on me. A must see video.


http://livinglegendsmusic.com
http://www.corkylaing.com

Pink Floyd - Vera

Maybe we won´t meet again. That´s sad.

Leslie West on Felix Pappalardi

Leslie talking about the very importance of Felix on his first years as a musician.
great stuff to watch.

The Beach Boys - God Only Knows

The song of my funeral, my marriage, my life, my death
Always wondering if it makes me happy or sad
If I stare to the sun or the moon, but why not both
The feeling I get listening to that tune, probability I´ll never know

Shall this mistery not be solved
Like when you try to figure if it´s love
Get rid of the doubt and make it worth
No friends, no family, no traditions, no honor

Freedom

Ritchie Valens - We Belong Together

Why does a man post one lovely song on an ordinary day like this?

Jim Marshall

Jim Marshall has died yesterday, and the world has become less brilliant.
when this guy started to work he was thinking about being loud.

And Blackmore Exploding His Amps made Jim very proud.

Billie Holiday - Tenderly

I´m in love, but who isn´t, listening to this beautiful lady singing her best. Once you know Billie, you will never forget, and love in your life will be greater than ever.


Billie Holiday and her Orchestra, 1952

The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly
Your arms opened wide and closed me inside
You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly

Thick ice of modern life

The Thin Ice

As with the other songs on The Wall, "The Thin Ice" tells a portion of the story of Pink, the album's protagonist. This song narrates the first couple of years of Pink's life, before he is old enough to realise what has happened to his father. The "Thin Ice" represents the fragile period of innocence in people's lives before they can really understand the world around them. Furthermore, the third and fourth lines from the third verse: "Dragging behind you the silent reproach / Of a million tear-stained eyes" act as a metaphor for the psychological and/or spiritual effects war can have, not only on the populace that suffered it, but also the generation of children left to suffer as the final bearers of the pain of that war. Lyrics : Momma loves her baby And daddy loves you too. And the sea may look warm to you babe And the sky may look blue But ooooh Baby Ooooh baby blue Oooooh babe. If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice.

by 8IdontGiveaFuck7

The Obsessed Live SD 94'

Legendary band The Obsessed live in San Diego 94. I know the movie is a little too dark, but for the die hard fans



Wino's lightning fast solo's, Guy headbanging like a madman, and greg pounding the shit out of the drums