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The Music Machine - Talk Talk

This video is particularly pertinent since Sean Bonniwell, lead singer of The Music Machine died last December at the age of 71. He was a pioneer in garage rock and had a significant influence on many bands, although he was less known to the public than he should have been. The group got back together several years ago to play a few shows. Sean became a born again Christian in the 70s and formed a Christian rock band that never achieved the success or (in my opinion) quality of The Music Machine.


Bottom of the Soul - The Bonniwell Music Machine
 
Well next trip to Haiti we will build a proto type house. One thing about the South area in Haiti is the beauty. A Beautiful farm community . I would live there . Mountainous live Missoula except not to the height of Missoula Mountain , but still very pleasant and livable . A good model for the rest of the country to follow. So South of France get it . It was a French colony . Haiti was a french colony .
Haiti is well on its way to being great by the by . The Greathouse has put his heart there and you know what happens when the seed manifests . I hypnotized the people . To late now . Nothing can stop the change Mutta Fuukairs

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In memory of Etta James who died today.

The Sky is Crying

http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...5uO1sqlL6jNbKIVsw&sig2=RbFSOE-0URAEHMzSP3kJug

The matriarch of the blues, Etta James, whose iconic songs include At Last, and Something's Got A Hold On Me, has died in southern California.

Her manager, Lupe De Leon, said the singer died early Friday at Riverside Community Hospital in Los Angeles. She was 73. De Leon said the cause of death was complications of leukemia.

"It's a tremendous loss for her fans around the world," De Leon said. "She'll be missed. A great American singer. Her music defied category."


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cosmictraveler said:
5 To 1

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That is a beautiful song . The Mayday celebration of freedom from slavery is all over that one . It truly moves my heart Cosmic. The Idea that social freedom can emerge ? That symbolism of Man /Woman coming out of the dirt . The Free Man symbol in Haiti showing a hand in the air. It is all the same Meme( A logo that repeats)
We are on the right road my friend . The emergence is happening right in front of our eyes
 
cosmictraveler said:
In memory of Etta James who died today. -- The matriarch of the blues, Etta James, whose iconic songs include At Last, and Something's Got A Hold On Me, has died in southern California.
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Johnny Otis discovered Jamesetta Hawkins, turned her into Etta James, and made her a star. (In addition to others including Jackie Wilson and the Coasters). Coincidentally, he just died last week at 90. Willie and the Hand Jive was a big hit when I was in high school, and his band was my favorite for a whole year. Because there were no R&B radio stations in Arizona in those days I had never heard of Bo Diddley, so I always called that rhythm the hand-jive beat.

Otis was already near the end of his musical career when he recorded that song. He was very active in the 1940s and is given credit as one of the main architects of the style of music that came to be known as rhythm and blues or R&B. In an era when everybody had a full orchestra with a traditional sound, he put together a ten-piece band that included an electric guitar and lots of percussion. His band played for Big Mama Thornton on the original recording of "Hound Dog," which Elvis Presley heard and turned into his signature tune.

But Otis was also a great human being. He was a white man fighting racism at a time when that was an easy way to get killed. He once said to a reporter, "If the only choice we have is to be black or white, I think I'd just as soon be black." (Not a perfectly accurate quote.) He did most of his performing in south Los Angeles, which was (and still is) the Afro-American part of town. Everyone assumed that one of his parents must have been black, but they were both Greek.

I'm going to sing "Willie and the Hand Jive" in karaoke this week. I may have to spend a few minutes first teaching all the young folks how to "do that crazy Hand Jive."
 
Ah.....here's one that you might like, cosmic. The black dress, a staple in every woman's closet. I have a floor length halter top, open back dress that is only suitable for rather formal occasions. I haven't worn it in several years but part with it? Never! :eek: One never knows what the future may hold. Ducks Unlimited may resurrect their fancy dinners or perhaps I will go the October wine tasting event.

 
scheherazade said:
This one is just plainly a giggle....:D

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Pretty sure my new Haitian Girl Friend dump Me. Shit . She was very beautiful.
You know what they say ? To much Mikey will give you a belly ache. To much vanilla ice cream. Come from the land of the ice and snow and all that happy ass shit. Fuck I am going to miss her.
If I was getting what I determined I need all thanks to Klowns posts at Chistmass at the same time Leviathan told Me to get a new vagina . Its not that I don't get sex ,I do , but that it is never about my needs . I have developed needs , or to say I was living in denial of having needs . I always had needs . I denied that I had needs . It is always about getting her off and she care less if I do. It kind of upset Me when I found out I was living that lie . I feel unwanted from it all and some of you know my issues of not feeling loved in life . It is what creates my attention whoring. To be loved . I never feel loved . Must be my multi personalities . Yeah I think that turns people off now that I think about it .

Anyway there is lots of Haitian girls that like to dance. Dr.Patrick thinks will be in Haiti six months at a time . That will never happen unless I have a woman in Haiti . So we have a problem Houston . My wife has made it clear she will never go to Haiti.
Anyway we will see what leviathan has to say about it cause you know she scares the FUCKING SHIT out of me big time . She swat us all like bugs . If she tells Me to fuck a new vagina you can bet Id be all over that one .

Great songs you all are posting . I live at S.F. just in the hope you all post songs anymore. They tell a story about you and Me . Mainly I like the story they tell about you all cause well tell Me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are and well the music you listen to is like your best friend . I like to get to know my friends
 
I have developed needs , or to say I was living in denial of having needs . I always had needs . I denied that I had needs

I feel unwanted from it all and some of you know my issues of not feeling loved in life . It is what creates my attention whoring. To be loved . I never feel loved . Must be my multi personalities . Yeah I think that turns people off now that I think about it .
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Are you Dragon in disguise? :shrug:
 
It's Alright Ma

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Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, ma, i'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind it's gates
But even the president of the united states
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, ma, i can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say god bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But i mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, ma, if i can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, i scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, i have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, ma, it's life, and life only.
 
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