I Read the News Today, Oh Boy

I’ve been making a conscious effort to not post about the Beatles as often to avoid being pigeonholed as a Beatles blog, but I simply can’t hide my love away any longer.  I love this song a little too much I think. It’s just so clever lyrically and musically not to mention beautiful. When the song changes halfway through and goes into the upbeat 4th and 5th verses it feels like a weird dream of adulthood and boring “real life.” But then the 5th verse ends with “somebody spoke and I went into a dream.” I think it’s speaking to how we dissociate our everyday existence from violent world news. We read the news and think it’s just a bloody dream.

Jesse Sings Wish You Were Here

OK this video is poor quality for which I apologize. The other night in Austin Jesse (Jesse Lacey of Brand New) did an acoustic cover of Wish You Were Here which is without doubt my favorite Pink Floyd song since I was little. How good does it sound? I’m seeing Brand New with Modest Mouse at the Greek on Thursday, and the excitement is bubbling up and spilling over. It will be my 4th and most likely last time seeing them because they’re breaking up (see my post). I just can’t wait. I’ve been obsessively reading recent setlists, and it appears that they’ve been playing super long sets with lots of Deja and ahhhh! Can’t wait. Hoping for a fun weird acoustic cover from Jesse.

Morning Songs

I was having this discussion
In a taxi heading downtown
Rearranging my position
On this friend of mine who had
A little bit of a breakdown
I said breakdowns come
And breakdowns go
So what are you going to do about it
That’s what I’d like to know
You don’t feel you could love me
But I feel you could

A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Dylan for Nighttime


Oh, I’m sailin’ away, my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?
No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean

Only Dylan could successfully write a really gorgeous and not at all corny question/answer song and not have it sound like it’s straight out of the bible!

Happy 4th of July!

It’s foggy here in San Francisco, but it doesn’t matter. We all know that the best rock songs can bring the sun out. So go sit outside with a portable speaker or a guitar, good food and good friends. While enjoying the food and fireworks take a few minutes to think about the Declaration of Independence and consider the progress we’ve made towards equality and the work we still need to do. But mostly just sit back and enjoy some good (American) music.

Here’s to peace, love and a more inclusive and compassionate (not greater) America!

Here, There and Everywhere

Here, There and Everywhere is my favorite love song Paul ever wrote if not my favorite love song of all time. Every lyric is beautiful, and it doesn’t rely on love song clichés.

I want her everywhere and if she’s beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share

It is so painfully romantic (but also painfully true) that to love someone is to need them everywhere. The idea of physically wanting them everywhere but also to share life with them because that is love is beautifully but simply articulated in the song. It resonates as so true, honest and perceptive.

UPDATE: I forgot about “I Will” at the time I wrote this post. Also I could never actually choose a favorite Beatles song of any category (love song or otherwise). Obviously would be a folly.