Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Desdemona Rain falls upon a sleepy southern town The midnight moon burning brightly Memories rush in like a river forlorn As you lay sleeping without me Highway song keeps me rolling on Still I long for you Desdemona, I will be your only one Oh yeah I make my living calling out my pain Trying to make it through another day Arms reach for me on the wind I can feel it They're a thousand miles away Yours eyes remind me of everything beautiful and blue and I won't feel myself till I'm with you So hold a candle till the darkness fades Nigh time sleeps but not for long My heart is pounding like the ocean my soul's empty as the sky But I know someday I'll be coming home Time goes by in the twinkling of an eye Still I pine for you I just wanna be your only one I just wanna be your only one Your only one
Friday, July 27, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Raw guitars. Fun house, you gotta listen to it. You gotta live it. 1. Down On The Street- 0:00 2. Loose- 3:44 3. T.V. Eye- 7:18 4. Dirt- 11:36 5. 1970 (I Feel Alright)- 18:36 6. Fun House- 23:54 7. L.A. Blues- 31:37
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
This is incredibly gorgeous. Billy and Tommy together made something extremely outrageous. (all tracks credited to William E. Cobham, Jr., but parts of the music were co-written with the other musicians and resulted from jamming in the studio) "Quadrant 4" "Searching for the Right Door" "Spectrum" "Anxiety" "Stratus" "To the Women in My Life" "Le Lis" "Snoopy's Search" "Red Baron" Billy Cobham - Drums Tommy Bolin - Guitar Jan Hammer - Electric piano (01-10), Acoustic piano , & Moog synthesizer Lee Sklar - Fender bass Joe Farrell - Flute , Soprano sax , & Alto sax Jimmy Owens - Flugelhorn & Trumpet John Tropea - Guitar Ron Carter - Acoustic bass Ray Barretto - Congas Released October 1, 1973 Recorded May 14--May 16, 1973 at Electric Lady Studios, New York City Label Atlantic Producer William E. Cobham, Jr.
Years before I was born, and then. Drum solos and hot stuff performed by Billy Cobham excerpted from the following performances: **Horace Silver Quintet** Jazz Omkring Midnat Denmark TV 1968 **Mahavishnu Orchestra** Munchen, Germny, Olympia Jazz August 17, 1972 Chateauvallon, France August 23, 1972 BBC August 25, 1972 **Billy Cobham Band** London Rainbow Theater July 13, 1974 **Billy Cobham / George Duke Band** Montreux, Switzerland July 6, 1976
Marcadores: Billy Cobham
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Billy on acrylic. Members: John McLaughlin - Guitar Jan Hammer - Keyboards Jerry Goodman - Violin Rick Laird - Bass Billy Cobham - Drums Songlist: 0. Meeting of the Spirits 1. You Know You Know 2. A Lotus on Irish Streams 3. Noonward Race
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Down the street the dogs are barkin’ And the day is a-gettin’ dark As the night comes in a-fallin’ The dogs’ll lose their bark An’ the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind For I’m one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind From the crossroads of my doorstep My eyes they start to fade As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid An’ I gaze back to the street The sidewalk and the sign And I’m one too many mornings An’ a thousand miles behind It’s a restless hungry feeling That don’t mean no one no good When ev’rything I’m a-sayin’ You can say it just as good. You’re right from your side I’m right from mine We’re both just one too many mornings An’ a thousand miles behind
Me and Velhote are the only guys I know that loves this record. Wonderful piece. Recorded 1972. All compositions by John McLaughlin, except "Miles Beyond", by Miles Davis. Birds of Fire - 00:00 Miles Beyond - 5:58 Celestial Terrestrial Commuters - 10:36 Saphire Bullets of Pure Love - 13:30 Thousand Island Park - 13:54 Hope - 17:19 One Word - 19:18 Sanctuary - 29:16 Open Country Joy - 34:18 Resolution - 38:14 The Mahavishnu Orchestra: John McLaughlin - Guitar Rick Laird - Bass Billy Cobham - Drums, Percussion Jerry Goodman - Violin Jan Hammer - Keyboards, Moog
Monday, July 16, 2012
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥ And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown
Friday, July 13, 2012
Ah! Roxeeeeeeeeerio!! Song: Statesboro Blues Artist: The Allman Brothers Band Show: Live at "OHNE FILTER SHOW" on German TV, broadcasted on July 5, 1991 from SWF Studio in Baden Baden. Lineup: Gregg Allman - lead vocals, organ, piano, guitar Dickey Betts - guitar, slide guitar, vocals Warren Haynes - guitar, slide guitar, vocals Allen Woody - bass, background vocals Butch Trucks - drums, tympani Jai Johanny "Jaimoe" Johanson - drums, percussion Marc Quiñones - drums, percussion, background vocals
Scotty Moore Talks About his Guitar and Meeting Elvis. In this interview video clip, lead guitarist Scotty Moore shares how happy accidents with Elvis Presley on rhythm guitar and Bill Black on bass guitar led to Rock and Roll history. That's All Right was the first single released by Elvis.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Keith talks about how great this session was in his new book! Recorded at Levon Helm's home in Woodstock, NY July 5-7, 1996 with Scotty Moore and D. J. Fontana joined by Garth Hudson, Levon, Rick Danko of The Band and many friends and family, (too many). Keith brought along his dad, Bert, so he could meet the man who made his son want to play the guitar - Scotty Moore. Stan Lynch, drummer of Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, was on hand to keep the peace, except with Garth, and for producing the music. Someday the film will be completed of the making of the great.
Maybe I´m amazed, maybe I´m just out of my mind, may its just noise, put together to confuse, a reason to die early, a senseless death waiting for me as it knows I dont have anywhere else to go, unless be around the cold arm of destiny. Family is one of the most violent words, a disgrace, but in this case, its a bless. The Trucks have changed my life. Derek Trucks solo in "Rockin' Horse" of Gov't Mule, recorded live in "Live At The Beacon Theatre" with The Allman Brothers.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Best era of Cozy Powell. Lovely. Jeff Beck Group - Beat Club 1972 Jeff Beck: Guitar, Backing Vocals Bob Tench: Vocals Max Middleton: Keyboards Clive Chaman: Bass Cozy Powell: Drums 01: Got The Feeling 02: Situation 03: Morning Dew 04: Tonight I'll Be Staying Here With You 05: Going Down 06: Definitely Maybe
Monday, July 09, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Friday, July 06, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2012
He´s an asshole but we love him as a guitarist, brilliant composer, he played for the band and had the "pleasure" to break them.
Incredible live recording from Mountain. Leslie´s guitar is better than ever. 1 You Better Believe It 0:00 2 Theme for an Imaginary Western 6:58 3 Never in My Life 11:56 4 Jingle Bells 16:25 5 Get Out of My Life Woman 18:50 6 Mississippi Queen 25:07 7 It's for You 32:01 8 Nantucket Sleighride 39:40 9 Roll Over Beethoven 50:30 10 Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On 52:20 11 Bonus Interview 54:52
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
The Allman Brothers Band live at Fillmore East 09/23/1970 Unaired set from a PBS-TV special Third song, In Memory of Elizabeth Reed With Gregg Allman, Duane Allman, Dickey Betts, Berry Oakley, Butch Trucks, and Jai Johanny "Jaimoe" Johanson
Sunday, July 01, 2012
In my opinion this the best JW´s live performance in rock and roll 01 Good Morning Little School Girl 02 It's My Own Fault 03 Jumpin' Jack Flash 04 Rock And Roll Medley: Great Balls Of Fire/Long Tall Sally/Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On 05 Mean Town Blues 06 Johnny B. Goode