Saturday, December 14, 2013

Blow Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind Hear Me Calling: Shakespeare vs. Steve Miller


Blow, blow, thou winter wind 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man's ingratitude; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly. 

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, 
That does not bite so nigh 
As benefits forgot: 
Though thou the waters warp, 
Thy sting is not so sharp 
As a friend remembered not. 
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly. 

As interpreted by Steve Miller Band

In the winter time
When all the leaves are brown
And the wind blows so chill
And the birds have all flown for the summer
I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'
In the winter time
When all the leaves are brown
And the wind blows so chill
And the birds have all flown for the summer
I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'
I'm callin', hear me callin', hear me callin'
In the winter time
In the winter time
When all the leaves are brown
And the wind blows so chill
And the birds have all flown for the summer
I'm callin', hear me caling...hear me calling....






Saturday, October 12, 2013

Rick Friel's 365 Albums: Bob Dylan's Debut Self Titled Album


Photo by Anna Knowlden 



What an amazing summer, I've been as busy filming the bands as they have playing and it has been a job on its own keeping up! This summer we got to see Rick reunite with his 80's band Shadow with Mike McCready, with a free live performance at Easy Street Records, and this month for Halloween his Queen Tribute Band Hallowqueen is playing at Seattle's Showbox Theater in downtown Seattle, there is a link below for the event and for tickets...one thing is for certain about Rick, he's nowhere near to winding down, I think he just picked up his second wind and is going to be around and entertaining us for years to come! Today we bring you another one from the archives from his memory lane of albums, Bob Dylan's debut self-titled album released in March of 1962. 

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Vincent Prices Adventure in the Supernatural



Originally released on vinyl, this is a great find for the Halloween Holiday season


Put another log on the fire, and enjoy


Friday, September 20, 2013

Gypsy: Lyrics by Stevie Nicks

So I'm back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was to the gypsy that I was

And it all comes down to you
Well you know that it does, well
Lightning strikes maybe once maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see you're a gypsy
You see you're a gypsy

To the gypsy
That remains
She faces freedom
With a little fear
Well I have no fear
I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love

She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see you're a gypsy
You see you're a gypsy

Lightning strikes
Maybe once maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Oh oh well it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes
Maybe once maybe twice
Oh
I still see your bright eyes bright eyes
And I've always loved you
And it all comes down to you
It all comes down to you


Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Asturian Myth of Xana



MOUROS

According to Galician mythology and Asturian mythology, the Mouros are a race
of supernatural beings which inhabited the lands of Galicia and Asturias since the
beginning of time. For unknown reasons they were forced to take refuge under the
earth, and now they are usually seen by people in the surroundings ofcastros and
long barrows.
The Mouros work with gold, silver and gem stones with which they make up
enormous treasures that are protected by cuélebres. The Mouros do not usually go 
out of their dwellings, except for taking food, and also in special dates like 
Midsummer.
Galician anthropologists had formed the theory that the Mouros are the opposite
character of traditional galician peasant.

The Thing That Stalks The Fields



Who doesn't love a good ghost story? 
How wonderful it is to have them read to you also!
Gotta love youtube! enjoy....


The White Wolf: A Fall Time Fire Side Story

   She snapped awake out of a deep sleep, screaming aloud in terror. In her nightmare, a large white wolf had been chasing her around and around the house, gaining on her with every step until it finally pounced on her and ripped out her throat.    She lay shaking for hours, unable to sleep after such a terrifying dream.          But morning finally arrived, and the day was completely normal. Celia forgot all about her dream, until the moment her parents reminded her that they would be going out that night to celebrate their anniversary. Celia turned milk-white. In her dream, the white wolf had come to kill her while her parents were out celebrating their anniversary! She started shaking and begging them not to go.   Her parents were astonished at her behavior, and finally shamed her into staying home alone that night.       Fearfully, Celia locked herself into the house as soon as her parents left, checking every door and every window. She tried to laugh it off as she got into bed, and finally she shook off her irrational fear and fell asleep.         Celia snapped awake suddenly, every muscle tense. She heard the tinkling of falling glass from a broken window, and the snuffling sound of a snout pressed to the floor. It was the sound of a hunting wolf. A werewolf. Real wolves did not break into houses when there was plenty of game outside. She could hear the click-clicking of the creature’s claws on the wooden floor. The musky, foul smell of wet animal fur combined with the meaty breath of a carnivore, drifted into the room.      She could hear the werewolf’s panting right outside her bedroom. Then her body was out of bed and she sped through the bathroom and down the back stairs. She heard a soft growl and then the sound of animal feet pursuing her as she raced down the steps and tore open the back door. A glance at the window beside her showed a reflection of the werewolf leaping down the last few steps behind her.     Celia’s  feet screamed in protest as she ran painfully across the sharp gravel driveway toward the tool shed with its shovels and baseball bats. Anything she could use as a weapon.  But the huge, red-eyed wolf was suddenly between her and the toolshed, stalking toward her. The cold wind pierced her skin as she turned and fled around the side of the house. She gasped as the white wolf howled and took off after her. She could hear the terrifying sound of the creature’s pounding feet.      Faster, faster, she commanded her legs, panting desperately against the fear choking her. She would run around the house and back down the driveway, she thought with the clarity of sheer horror. She felt the wolf snap at her back leg and felt the sting of teeth. She put on speed.      The wolf veered away from her suddenly, and she felt a rush of hope. She couldn’t hear the wolf now, couldn’t see it in the cloud-darkened night. She kept running around the house, heading back toward the tool shed. To her intense relief, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road in front of her house.  Her parents were back and would save her from the wolf!        Then her heart stopped in panic as she turned the last corner and saw the shape of the white wolf as it stood balanced on the porch railing right in front of her. It sprang upon Celia, huge teeth tearing into her flesh and ripping out her throat.  She fell under the weight of its body, hot blood spilling all over the ground, and died seconds after she hit the ground.  One minute later, her parent's car pulled into the driveway, its headlights blinding the white wolf as it pulled toward the house.  Frightened, the wolf backed away from its kill and then ran away.



Dancing With The Devil: A Texas Ghost Story


The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

The Bells: A Mexican Ghost Story...Not To Be Confused With An American Ghost Story, Which Do Not Have Any Mexicans In It

There once was an evil priest who did not fear God or man.......
 His duties for the church included counting the offerings and ringing the bells to summon people to Mass. But his heart was filled with greed, and he began to take advantage of the good people of his parish. The priest stole money out of the offerings to keep for himself, and when he had filled a chest full of gold, he killed a man and buried him with the chest so the murdered man's ghost would guard it. Anyone who tried to dig for the treasure would be devoured by the skeleton of the murdered man.
The evil priest planned to return to Spain with his ill-gotten treasure, but he fell ill with a fever a week before his ship was scheduled to leave. On his deathbed, the priest repented of his crime. He swore to his confessor that his soul would not rest until he returned the gold to God. The priest died before he could reveal the place where the treasure was buried. As he gasped out his last breath, he said: "Follow the bells. They will lead you to the treasure."
The Padre who attended the dying priest did not heed his words. But the sweeper who was working in the hallway at the time of the evil priest's death was struck by the notion of buried treasure. He was very poor and wanted a better life for himself and his family, so the sweeper determined to take the treasure for himself. Each night for a week, he took a shovel and dug in the monastery gardens, searching for the priests treasure. He found nothing.

Armadillo's Song: A Bolivian Legend

There once lived an armadillo who loved music more than anything else in the world. After every rainfall, the armadillo would drag his shell over to the large pond filled with frogs and he would listen to the big green frogs singing back and forth, back and forth to each other in the most amazing voices.
"Oh," thought the armadillo, "Oh how I wish I could sing."
The armadillo would creep to the edge of the water and watch the frogs leaping and swimming in a frantic green ballet, and they would call back and forth, back and forth in beautiful, musical tones. He loved to listen to the music they made as they spoke, though he didn't understand their words; which was just as well - for the frogs were laughing at this funny animal that wanted so badly to sing like a frog.
"Don't be ridiculous," sang the frogs as they played. "Armadillos can't sing."

Black Magic: An Exerpt From Scary Massachusetts

Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town.  Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.  Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors.  Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery.  No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry 

Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.
When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a  clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.

A Somewhat Cheesy Poem by Bob Marley



Only once in your life,
I truly believe,
you find someone
who can completely
turn your world around.

You tell them things
that you’ve never shared with another soul
and they absorb everything you say
and actually want to hear more.

You share hopes for the future,
dreams that will never come true,
goals that were never achieved
and the many disappointments
life has thrown at you.

When something wonderful happens,
you can’t wait to tell them about it,
knowing they will share in your excitement.

They are not embarrassed
to cry with you
when you are hurting
or laugh with you
when you make a fool of yourself.

Never do they hurt your feelings
or make you feel like
you are not good enough,
but rather they build you up
and show you the things about yourself
that make you special and even beautiful.

There is never any pressure,
jealousy or competition
but only a quiet calmness
when they are around.

You can be yourself
and not worry about
what they will think of you
because they love you for who you are.

The things that seem insignificant to most people
such as a note, song or walk
become invaluable treasures kept safe
in your heart to cherish forever.

Memories of your childhood come back
and are so clear and vivid
it’s like being young again.

Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life
where before it was infrequent
or didn’t exist at all.

A phone call or two during the day
helps to get you through a long day’s work
and always brings a smile to your face.

In their presence,
there’s no need
for continuous conversation,
but you find you’re quite content
in just having them nearby.

Things that never interested you before
become fascinating
because you know
they are important to this person
who is so special to you.

You think of this person
on every occasion
and in everything you do.

Simple things bring them to mind
like a pale blue sky, gentle wind
or even a storm cloud on the horizon.

You open your heart
knowing that there’s a chance
it may be broken one day
and in opening your heart,
you experience a love and joy
that you never dreamed possible.

You find that being vulnerable
is the only way to allow your heart
to feel true pleasure that’s so real
it scares you.

You find strength in knowing
you have a true friend
and possibly a soul mate
who will remain loyal to the end.

Life seems completely different,
exciting and worthwhile.

Your only hope and security
is in knowing that
they are a part of your life.

~ Bob Marley



Saturday, July 20, 2013

Rick Friel's 365 Albums: 7 Year Bitch




Photo by Anna Knowlden

With everyone in Seattle is still reeling from the amazing month of non stop grunge this month, I bet Rick has got some really great perspectives on some of the Sub Pop bands that graced The Emerald City recently. We all got to see Mudhoney on the Space Needle, and were treated to an all day free Sub Pop Jubilee for their 25th anniversary, and last night Safeco saw its first show, the one and only Sir Paul McCartney joined by Dave Grohl and Krist Novaselic from Nirvana! So the grunge beat goes on and Rick has been playing out a lot as well, and we will be covering that as well, for now here is another trip down memory lane on Rick's 365 albums. 



What if Selene Vigil was as big as Beyonce? Wait. Hear me out. Imagine. Think I'm crazy? Two words: Kurt Cobain. He was just as unlikely. Came out of nowhere & changed the world. Saved rock. Again. He means so much to people all over the globe. OK. Well, I wish Selene was as big as Beyonce.
It would be a better world. Instead of billions of girls singing "Bootylicious" they'd be chanting "Dead Men Don't Rape". What an effect that would be. I'd rather them memorize :
You ain't got the right tellin' me I'm uptight
And I'm not obligated to give in 'cuz you're frustrated
No, my revenge is death, 'cuz you deserve the best
And I'm not turned on by your masculinity
Dead men don't rape
I don't have pity not a single tear
For those who get joy from a woman's fear
I'd rather get a gun and just blow you away
Then you'll learn first hand
Dead men don't rape
You're getting sucked into society's sickest
Don't go out alone you might get raped!
But not by a dead man 'cuz
Dead men don't rape. 



"Single Ladies" or "No Fucking War"?

It's a butterfly effect. All of this has deep meaning. If only.

"Diva or Lorna"

I'm not saying no Beyonce in the world. I would just like a world where their roles are reversed. Imagine a powerful role model like Selene that girls can look up to. Be like. Know every word on "Sick 'em". Parents naming their kids Selene. You say I'm a dreamer?

"Halo" or "You Smell Lonely"

It can be a better world. There will be a Selene one day that will rise up out of the muck. And the world will change.
I just hope I'm alive to see it.


This album is even cooler because Dave Hawkes shot the cover! Yes Dave from Jodie Watts.




Monday, June 24, 2013

When I'm Down: Music & Lyrics by Chris Cornell




I have played this song for many a friend who did not know who it was, did not recognize the voice of Soundgarden, and each and every person fell in love with it, if you have not heard it then please lend us your ears....

Monday, June 17, 2013

Rick Friels 365 Albums: The Monkees ' Pool It! '



Photo by Anna Knowlden 

Much thanks to Rick Friel again for letting us share his personal series, ' 365 Albums' and with no further introduction, please read this wonderful recollection of a summer gone wrong and the music that gave it it's own soundtrack...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Rick Friel's 365 Albums: Foghat Live





Photo by Anna Knowlden 

Musician, writer, cherished friend to many of our hometown grunge hero's here in Seattle, and all around swell guy, Rick Friel's views on music speak for many of us 70's kids!

Saturday, May 4, 2013

Patti Smith Poem For Sam Shepard From The Creem Archives 1971

the murdered boy 
the murdered boy 
the murdered boy 

Oh I was bad 
didn't do what I should 
mama catch me with a lickin' 
and tell me to be good 
when I was bad twice times 
she pushed me in a hole 
and cut off all my fingers 
and laid them in a finger bowl 

My mother killed me 

Patti Smith's Epic Revue From Rolling Stone of Todd Rundgren

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Karma, Free Will, and Destiny


The question of karma, destiny and free will has baffled the scholars and philosophers since the beginning of time and plays an important role in trying to explain the role in society and human behavior. This is a very complicated and difficult subject to deal with. However, I am trying to throw some light as I understand it myself.
 It is the most misunderstood and misinterpreted subject in the philosophy of life. However, the ancient sages were very clear in understanding this subject and have tried to elucidate us through their teachings.
The quest for knowledge, truth and happiness is as old as life itself and all the choices we make are aimed at attaining this happiness and avoiding unhappiness. Astrology seeks to guide one in this natural urge towards greater fulfillment by revealing one's past karma.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

How The Grunge Girl Was Born:The First 50 Years of Northwest Female Singers 1957-2007

Haven't you ever wondered whats in the water in the Northwest that makes young girls break their parents hearts by becoming performers instead of going to college? And what the real history is regarding female performers and just how did  the Seattle scene get to be so awsome? The charmed life of the women who followed their dreams is a complicated and intricate story with many stories woven  in between.
The realm of rock 'n' roll (despite its many liberating attributes) is also, alas, a notoriously sexist one -- a place always vastly outnumbered females as active players and where an exclusionary "boys' club" environment has often allowed for everything from misogynistic lyrics about girlfriends, to unwarranted jokes about women musicians' skill levels, to the maltreatment of certain fans ("groupies"). However, any notion that all female rockers are merely a cute sideshow -- e.g. 1960s American bands like: the Angels,
Bedwells, the Blondettes, Candy and the Kisses, the Charmettes, the Cherries, the Cheese Cakes, the Darlings, the Dolls, the Kittens, the Pets, the Pin-Ups, the Playmates, the Poni-Tails, the Pristines, the Surf Bunnies, the Sweets, the Tiaras, the Trinkets, and the Yum Yums -- to the real deal, is woefully misguided.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Samsara: 5 Years, 25 Countries, 100 Filming Locations


Samsara: 5 Years, 25 Countries, 100 Filming Locations movies documentary
Samsara: 5 Years, 25 Countries, 100 Filming Locations movies documentary
Samsara: 5 Years, 25 Countries, 100 Filming Locations movies documentary
Samsara is the first film by director and cinematographer Ron Fricke (Koyaanisqatsi,Baraka) in nearly 20 years. Following in the footsteps of his earlier work, it will be completely devoid of dialogue and text, relying solely on compelling visuals shot on 70mm film.
Samsara is a Sanskrit word that means “the ever turning wheel of life” and is the point of departure for the filmmakers as they search for the elusive current of interconnection that runs through our lives. Filmed over a period of almost five years and in twenty-five countries, Samsara transports us to sacred grounds, disaster zones, industrial sites, and natural wonders. By dispensing with dialogue and descriptive text, Samsara subverts our expectations of a traditional documentary, instead encouraging our own inner interpretations inspired by images and music that infuses the ancient with the modern.
I am ridiculously excited to see this film. It opens in the U.S. on August 24th in a few cities and then has a larger release on September 7th so check release dates. Do yourself a favor and watch the trailer above full-screen.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

The Centrifuge Brain Project: A Documentary About Impossible Amusment Rides


The Centrifuge Brain Project: A Documentary About Impossible Amusement Rides roller coasters humor documentary
The Centrifuge Brain Project: A Documentary About Impossible Amusement Rides roller coasters humor documentary
The Centrifuge Brain Project: A Documentary About Impossible Amusement Rides roller coasters humor documentary
In this brilliantly fun mockumentary from German filmmaker Till Nowak, a man named Dr. Nick Laslowicz from the Institue for Centrifugal Research (ICR) recounts his “achievements in the realms of brain manipulation, excessive G-Force and prenatal simulations,” stating unequivocally that “gravity is a mistake.” What follows is a series of increasingly terrifying and equally absurd roller coasters that fling passengers into the sky in an attempt to theoretically improve their cognitive function. Pulling no stops, the fictional ICR has a fully active Facebook page and website, though in reality the film has wonnumerous awards in screenings around the world in the last year. (via the creators projectswissmiss)

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Sex Magick, Drugs, And Jimmy Page The Full Interview With Jimmy Page and William Burroughs

Rock Magic: Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin, And a search for the elusive Stairway to Heaven by William Burroughs, original interview from Crawdaddy Magazine, June 1975.

Truly A Man Of Golden Words A Look At Elton John's Lyricist Bernie Taupin

The cover of one of Taupin's few solo records.
This year will mark the 46th anniversary of Elton John and Bernie Taupin's songwriting partnership. The two signed their first record deal together, with their parents having to co-sign because both men were minors at the time. The partnership has spawned countless songs at this point, and has been one of the most productive in music history.
Taupin's lyrics have, in fact, struck such a chord with people that he is a major celebrity himself. Everyone knows his name and knows he's the man who writes Elton's songs. How many other songwriters who aren't typically performers can the average person name?
Out of all those songs, some have, admittedly, been bad, but today we tried to take a look at the very best to come out of this legendary duo.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Guitars, Girls, and Gentle Weeping

The Scorsese Documentary Revisited on George's Birthday



Martin Scorsese's epic three-and-a-half-hour documentary, "George Harrison: Living in the Material World," is a tender exploration of what sets George Harrison apart, both in his work and life.

The Importance of Being Dhani Harrison


 The Son of The Quiet Beatle Finds His Voice
'My dad (George Harrison) treated me like an adult - I got involved, he taught me how to make records from an early age. I grew up in a recording studio,' said Dhani Harrison

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Truly an artist that rocked


Patty Smith and the Cosmic Sylvia Plath Connection


Last fall marked the 35th anniversary of Smith's Horses, her landmark debut album, which helped usher in the punk rock era. She observed the occasion by playing two sold-out shows at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in New York (and blowing critics away), and by releasing Auguries of Innocence, a slim book of verse robed in a modest gray dust jacket without any accolades from fellow authors.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Words and Music by Jim Morrison


          Poetry in Motion by The Lizard King




American Prayer - Although it went platinum, this is the album that producer Paul Rothchild called " The Rape of Morrison" Should it have been scrapped and never heard? Well that's just crazy talk, anyone who loves the Doors and has been influenced by Jim Morrison has to greatly appreciate that these kind of projects and recording are " here for a reason".

Thursday, February 7, 2013

David Bowie and William S. Burroughs in conversation

William S. Burroughs and David Bowie in conversation



In 1974 William S. Burroughs and David Bowie got together for a little chat, documented by Rolling Stone. Here’s a particularly weird part where Burroughs and Bowie talk about the alien and reptilian nature of Andy Warhol:

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Sharon Tate gives Merv Griffin a tour of London’s Carnaby Street, 1966



Sharon Tate gives Merv Griffin a tour of London’s Carnaby Street, 1966

Charles Bukowski tells his worst hangover story: ‘The strangest thing just happened…’

Charles Bukowski tells his worst hangover story: ‘The strangest thing just happened…’

Donald Trump was sent the best tweet of 2013


 Donald Trump was sent the best tweet of 2013



Deadspin is my new hero. I hope everyone replies to Trump the same way on Twitter, no matter the topic, until he does fuck off.

The Cat Offers Itself


The Cat Offers Itself

How Burroughs’s Beloved Marigay Was Saved from Viral Feline Leukemia Using Ancient Ojibwa Herbs

By Yony Leyser

William S. Burroughs holding his cat Ginger in the backyard of his home in Lawrence, Kansas.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Hunter S. Thompson, The Art of Journalism No. 1


Hunter S. Thompson, The Art of Journalism No. 1

Ganhdi Proverb




There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything.

I feel It, though I do not see It.
It is this unseen Power which makes Itself felt and yet defies all proof,
because It is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses.
It transcends the senses....
That informing Power or Spirit is God....
For I can see that in the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth, truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists.
Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light. He is love.
He is supreme good.
But he is no God who merely satisfies the intellect
If He ever does.
God to be God must rule the heart and transform it.
~ Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
(Young India, October 11, 1928)