What are you listening to?

Clairy Browne & the Bangin' Rackettes!

I caught them in a Heineken tv ad recently, and had to look them up. Holy crap!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irNtyaNHq5A

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4300VYBWt4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTn5-yJCECI

Oh my I had one of that but I ran like hell ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN7yYWGViyI&feature=endscreen

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=StOWOSZD9w8

I was at ozzfest in 2004 on Long Isl. Great time. Sabbath, Priest, Slayer, good times.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFt3OqmGSbI&feature=my_liked_videos&list=L LMLcA4DqmnqCoz2nEYfYYdQ

New theme song for SUSA? Perhaps. Does this guy not sound like Freddy Mercury?

(Maybe I posted this before? But search doesn't find it.)

Anyway, here is TANK! by The Seatbelts (Yoko Kanno). You may know it as the opening credits to the epic Cowboy Bebop. Probably not. ;)

In any case, this some seriously awesome jazz. That sax player is smokin'! I'm surprised the sax didn't spontaneously combust at the end. The video quality is crap, not that it matters at all. You will NOT be able to get that riff out of your head. And that's a good thing. :cool:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-TAxm00jOg

P.S. This proves that the Japanese *do* have soul.

Mercedes Sosa - Thanks to life or Thanks Giving (Violeta Parra)

Thanks (Thanks Giving) to life , which has given me so much.
It gave me two beams of light, that when opened,
Can perfectly distinguish black from white
And in the sky above, her starry backdrop,
And from within the multitude
The one that I love.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me an ear that, in all of its width
Records— night and day—crickets and canaries,
Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms,
And the tender voice of my beloved.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me sound and the alphabet.
With them the words that I think and declare:
"Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and the light shining.
The route of the soul from which comes love.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet.
With them I have traversed cities and puddles
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
And your house, your street and your patio.

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder,
When I see the fruit of the human brain,
When I see good so far from bad,
When I see within the clarity of your eyes...

Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me laughter and it gave me longing.
With them I distinguish happiness and pain—
The two materials from which my songs are formed,
And your song, as well, which is the same song.
And everyone's song, which is my very song.

Thanks to life (Thanks Giving)
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Thanks to life

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=WyOJ-A5iv5I#!

I am earing this wonderful Spanish Music made for a Chilean composer (Violeta Parra). Nice very old song and nice words.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QJSwF8p_ug

Everyone has their obsession
Consuming thoughts, consuming time
They hold high their prized possesion
That defines the meaning of their life

(chorus)
You are mine (x2)
You are mine, all mine
You are mine (x3)
You are mine, all mine
You are mine

There are objects of affection
That can mesmorize the soul
There is always one addiction
That just cannot be controled

(chorus x2)

You are mine
You are mine
You are
You are
You are mine (x4)

Everyone has their obsession
Consuming thoughts, consuming time
They hold high their prized possesion
They hold high their prized possesion...

(chorus)

One of the most sad songs ever, and probably the best rendition of it, by one of the best bands ever.

Quote:

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And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZqN1glz4JY


When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

I am listening to little silly willy favorite music but willy is very wrong the music was made for me.

Willy do you know that yesterday the Boinc community was all together? Do you know who asked for you?

No one willy, no one asked for you.

Now your favorite music.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mQZmCJUSC6g

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0d87N9GIW2I&feature=related

30 September 1791 – The first performance of The Magic Flute, the last opera by Mozart to make its debut, took place at Freihaus-Theater auf der Wieden in Vienna, Austria.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlhbFk2GbcY

Pure genius, here is The Music