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C2C (once known as Coups2Cross) is an electronic/urban music group based in France who use their turntables as musical instruments. They’re winners of multiple awards for their style and abilities – including their sense of humor.

Sometimes I go this way…get happy…it’s Sunday…

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It was a concert ripe for appreciation…if not a bit of snark.

The show was hard to avoid since it was on every other channel from cable to regular broadcast. They made a lot of noise and hopefully many donations for Sandy relief.

But I couldn’t help wondering whether there was more gray hair on the stage or in the audience. And Roger Waters definitely gets the Clint Eastwood Empty Chair Award for wandering the stage grinning at the audience for several minutes before he finally picked up the microphone.

Bon Jovi – leather shirts and medallions? Really? By the way guys, drop the skinny jeans and too short shirts. Muffin tops really affect the mood.

Why was Adam Sandler’s guitar taken away before he started? Why didn’t they leave the guitar and take Sandler away? Who suggested that he add his own crazy bar mitzvah bad-boy lyrics to Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah?

By 9:30 I’d had it and my daughter switched over to one of her Wives of New Jersey reality shows. I knew the Stones were coming on but figured I’ll DVR it and come back tonight. But the thought scares me.

Okay –  it was for an excellent cause. But dang – couldn’t they at least get the guy from the Fillmore East to do the amoeba light show instead of those mashup graphics in the back? Heck – he’s gotta be somewhere in New Jersey in one of those gated retirement communities…

If you must, The Daily Beast has a collection of best moments

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I’ve gotta take my nap now…

Eric Clapton performs at 12-12-12 benefit concert for Sandy victims and survivorsClapton – always at his best…
Image © Lucas Jackson / Reuters

…and I’m in that kind of mood…sound up, please…

25 years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the whole world’s MADE UP OF this brotherhood of man
FOR whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take A deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
What’s goin’ on

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Just so you know…I had a major crush on Linda Perry…she’s the one in front under the steampunk hat and goggles…I’d give it up for Brunette and Brutal any day…I am such a boy…

From the director’s comments:

this film is a celebration of sigur rós’s music and the benefit it is having in the elevation of consciousness that is happening with humankind. people are finding strength in love, care, and respect for themselves, each other, and the world we live in.

for the last twelve years meditation has been a way of life for us. going within, releasing emotions, moving through negativity, judgment, discouragement, and the fears that are so often in the mind.

in meditation we are able to feel and move through our emotions allowing us to drop deeper within our hearts. from this depth of heart we are finding more acceptance, compassion, love, gratitude, passion, clarity, intuitive thinking and much much more.

Sigur Rós has funded a dozen film makers, asking them to create these moving images from the impressions they have of the music found in the album, Valtari.

These additional videos can be found on the group’s website

Wide River to Cross
There’s a sorrow in the wind
Blowing down the road I’ve been
I can hear it cry while shadows steal the sun

But I cannot look back now
I’ve come too far to turn around
And there’s still a race ahead that I must run

I’m only halfway home, I’ve gotta journey on
To where I’ll find, find the things I have lost
I’ve come a long long road but still I’ve got some miles to go
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross

I have stumbled, I have strayed
You can trace the tracks I made
All across the memories my heart recalls
But I’m still a refugee, won’t you say a prayer for me?
‘Cause sometimes even the strongest soldier falls

I’m only halfway home, I’ve gotta journey on
To where I’ll find, I’ll find the things I have lost
I’ve come a long long road but still I’ve got some miles to go
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross

I’m only halfway home, I’ve gotta journey on
To where I’ll find, I’ll find the things that I have lost
I’ve come a long long road but still I’ve got some miles to go
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross
I’ve got a wide, a wide river to cross

Levon Helm
May 26, 1940 – April 19,2012

Discovered this band on Nan’s blog this morning – and found a session they played with Carlos Santana. Great heartbeat from Tinariwen and a lead from Carlos…

[..and a h/t to Steve Layman for reminding me…]

Back in the day when women were women and men were…..Santa?

Factoids via last.fm:
“Santa Baby” is a 1953 Christmas song written by Joan Javits (the niece of Senator Jacob K. Javits), Philip Springer, and Fred Ebb.[1] Although Tony Springer[2] is listed as co-writer, he was a legal fiction created for purposes of membership in the performing rights organization BMI.

The song is a tongue-in-cheek look at a Christmas list sung by a woman who wants the most extravagant gifts like sable, yachts, and decorations from Tiffany’s.

Living several lives here and trying to unscramble all these eggs…problem is that bits of one end up in the other.

General pandemonium at work, end of the year crises, projects in final stages or in flames, and trying to keep clients and company from losing their minds.

Heard this one on the radio yesterday morning and it stuck with me all day. Should help you get thru…check out the cassette player in the dash at the opening…cars and girls…convertible as time capsule…

 

 

One Republic, Marching On…has a little bit of a U2 feel…

For those days we felt like a mistake,
Those times when loves what you hate,
Somehow,
We keep marching on.

For those nights when I couldn’t be there,
I’ve made it harder to know that you know,
That somehow,
We’ll keep moving on.

There’s so many wars we fought,
There’s so many things were not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We’re marching on,
(We’re marching on)
(We’re marching on).

For all of the plans we’ve made,
There isn’t a flag I’d wave,
Don’t care if we bend,
I’d sink us to swim,
We’re marching on,
(We’re marching on)
(We’re marching on).

For those doubts that swirl all around us,
For those lives that tear at the seams,
We know,
We’re not what we’ve seen,

For this dance we’ll move with each other.
There ain’t no other step than one foot,
Right in front of the other.

There’s so many wars we fought,
There’s so many things we’re not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We’re marching on,
(We’re marching on)
(We’re marching on).

For all of the plans we’ve made,
There isn’t a flag I’d wave,
Don’t care if we bend,
I’d sink us to swim,
We’re marching on,
(We’re marching on)
(We’re marching on).

Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right,
We’re marching on.

We’ll have the days we break,
And we’ll have the scars to prove it,
We’ll have the bonds that we save,
But we’ll have the heart not to lose it.

For all of the times we’ve stopped,
For all of the things I’m not.

We put one foot in front of the other,
We move like we ain’t got no other,
We go when we go,
We’re marching on.

There’s so many wars we fought,
There’s so many things we’re not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We’re marching on,
(We’re marching on)
(We’re marching on).

Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, left, right,
Right, right,
We’re marching on.

Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, left, right,
Right, right,
We’re marching on.

I was just reminded of this song – from the Cirque du Soleil show of the same name. Sound up, please… :

[English translation of lyrics in green…]

Your world is yours
not mine, Quidam.
Your dreams are yours.
You may have touched the stars
but they weren’t moved.
And if you reach for me
I may not choose
to hold your hand.
I might smile
or I might turn away.

An ordinary man, Quidam.
I’m everyman.
I’m anyman.

Quidam, Quidam
La nuit recule.
D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.
Du creux de toi
C´est bien le mal
Qui dresse tes silences.

(Quidam, Quidam
the night withdraws.
From one dream to another you dance.
From the void in you
comes the evil
which draws your empty words.)

There’s nothing left.
There’s nothing right.
There’s nothing wrong.
I’m one. I’m two.
I’m all yet none of you.
The truth, the lie,
the tear, the laughter,
the hand and the empty touch.
Here I am alone
waiting for the curtain call.

An ordinary man, Quidam.
I´m everyman. T’es l´inconnu.
I´m any man. T´es l´étranger.

(An ordinary man, Quidam.
I’m everyman.You’re the unknown.
I’m anyman. You’re a stranger.)

Quidam, Quidam
La nuit recule.
D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.
Du creux de toi
C´est bien le mal
Qui dresse tes silences.

(Quidam, Quidam
the night withdraws.
From one dream to another you dance.
From the void in you
comes the evil
which draws your empty words.
)

Bailo en este lienzo de dolor.*
Funàmbulo sin mapa ni brùjula.
La dulce locura mi sòlo refugio.
Nazco en la sombra del payaso.

(I dance in this linen cloth of pain.*
Wandering without map or compass.
Sweet madness [is] my only refuge.
I am born in the shadow of the clown.)

Quidam, Quidam
La nuit recule.
D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.
Du creux de toi
C´est bien le mal
Qui dresse tes silences.

(Quidam, Quidam
the night withdraws.
From one dream to another you dance.
From the void in you
comes the evil
which draws your empty words.)

Quidam, Quidam
to the shores of the dream.
At the threshold of shadow, you dance.
[All] around you
forms the evil
which draws your empty words.

Quidam, Quidam
La nuit recule.
D´un rêve à l´autre tu valses.
Du creux de toi
C´est bien le mal
Qui dresse tes silences.

(Quidam, Quidam
the night withdraws.
From one dream to another you dance.
From the void in you
comes the evil
which draws your empty words.)

* lienzo de dolor possibly an allusion referring to the pain that Jesus went through.

Pseudo-translated words:
Creux – meaning “hollow”, translated to “void”.
Silences – meaning “silences”, translated to “empty words” (believed to be implied)
Funàmbulo – meaning is uncertain, translated as “Wandering”
C’est bien le mal – an expression, literally meaning “It’s well the evil” that means “comes the evil”, translated once as “forms the evil”.

(Lyrics translation by Michael Forest Meserv from the English/French/Spanish mixed original…)

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