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Old thread but I haven't been here in...forever... so I figured what the heck. Joe Higgs is worth checking out. He taught Bob Marley how to play guitar and had his hand in a great many of the best reggae albums. An unsung superstar of the genre. I'm liking Groundation lately. They've been described as avant garde reggae, the entire album telling a story. The one that I have, Hebron Gate, kind of reminds me of The Moody Blues' Days of Future Passed. The Congos and The Mighty Diamonds are kings in their own right. Toots and the Maytals, The Upsetter... Alton Ellis was king of the mountain in Jamaica until Bob came along. On the more modern world stage, there is Lucky Dube from south africa, martin jondo from germany, Svenska Akademin from I don't know! Buju Banton's 'til Shiloh stands amongst the best reggae albums of the 90s, imo and theres about 2 dozen Marley's all with albums worth a listen. yeah, I like reggae. Roots reggae, mostly. Someone mentioned political reggae... hard to top Linton Kwesi Johnson there, the ORIGINAL don gorgon.

Umm that might make traffic bunch up a bit. :bigsmile: lol. this reminds me of a story my parents used to tell when they were still together and pretending to be happy. My mother was one of those innocent, religious girls growing up who, when she gets to college, turns into a wild woman. So, she took an art class while in school and, for her final project, decided to make a 6foot tall paper mache penis (the artistic symbolism being: all men are dicks). Macon, Georgia was a small town at the time and she had no transportation so she had to walk the project to school. So, apparently, my mother was strolling down the street with one of her friends, both wearing daisy dukes, while carrying a 6foot penis. As you can imagine, this got just a few stares. Ultimately, it ended up causing a 3 car accident. Its a funny story and funnier when my mother tells it. I know it has nothing to do with the topic (except in an ancillary way) but I wanted to share it as I was reminded of it. :psychofun: Enjoy your iPODs ladies! ;)

all marines? imus I dont know about.

I think that the confusion here comes from the fact that Waters developed the concept for the character "Pink". therefore, its logical for many to assume that he himself IS Pink when in fact Pink is certainly an amalgamation of characteristics of all the band members- but specifically of waters and barett.

they all are known to wear feathered boas from time to time! as an aside, I met liza minelli one time while visiting with my father at a sleepaway camp for adults. erm... thats a rehab camp actually. and since this is beatking, I will mentions that the "toxic twins" built a building at same rehab center after recovering there. its a building in the round, full of murals and all that and sits on a hill overlooking this entire little town. pretty sweet views for a buncha addicts.

3 ages of vito corleone. that reminded me of that old riddle about the guy crawling on 4 limbs in the morning, walking on two in the afternoon, and using 3 in the twilight. hell, pacino played michael so.....yeah, I got that wrong. they did all play "The Godfather" though!

yeah... I dont think they ever did sing any songs together... and this is what I meant by were together on Blue Valentine:

Im not too sure DAIC>... Blue Valentine is one album I believe they worked together on. and definetely WERE together on!

I must disagree here. you see, Moore is a talented documentary director and also more than capable of playing to the press as all can see. He is certainly self serving and sensationalist. that is not worth debating it is so true. BUT, I would argue that Moore could be making the same, if not more, money if he bought into the establishment, toed the party line, and produced similar documentaries- only this time, doing them from a conservative "align yourself with those in power" bent. in my mind, love the guy or hate him, it is the individuals choice. but, any man who has the courage of his convictions, the courage to produce such controversial documentaries and books in this time and political climate because that is what he believes deserves nothing but respect- even from his detractors. I mean, lets face it. he is making powerful documentaries with his books and movies. and sure he is getting rich. but dont you think that there might just be an easier way to acquire wealth than to expose such things (be they true or not, I dont mean to start a debate on that) as he does? because, quite simply, some of the things that he documents- if true- could quite easily get him mysteriously killed and he is (like it or not) smart enough to realize it.

never meant to imply that they were. in fact, I havent heard anything of smash since he developed that ill fated p2p program 3 or however many years ago and many people were giving him shit and otherwise discouraging him- once to the point that I believe he wanted to quit as I reacll. I said what I said as I was recalling how I was one of the few (that I recall) encouraging him at that point. so like I said, Im glad he's kept on at it. this just proves to all those naysayers from back when that he has what it takes.

cool, thanks for the info umma. wish you were here is one of my favorite post barrett albums (the others being meddle, the final cut, dark side, animals, etc. -well you get the idea) and have a cigar always had a special place in my heart. I guess I didnt realize that the question "which one's pink/" was referring back to have a cigar as I thought everyone in the thread was debating pink as barrett or waters (for the most part) as well as the wall's place in it. sorry for the mixup!

but.... there will be more to come, be afraid! :reallymad: actually, as reiteration, anyone wanting any "info" on the albums behind any of the song lyrics I post should feel more than free to pm me with their interest. this is perhaps my other favorite song by Waits... I do have tons of em though really: Tom Traubert's Blues Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley And I'm tired of all these soldiers here No one speaks English, and everything's broken, and my Stacys are soaking wet To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking A lot they can do for me I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open, And I'm down on my knees tonight Old Bushmill's I staggered, you'd bury the dagger In your silhouette window light go To go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me Now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her And the one-armed bandit knows And the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs, And the girls down by the strip-tease shows, go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me No, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say That the streets aren't for dreaming now And manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories, They want a piece of the action anyhow Go waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me And you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor, And the old men in wheelchairs know And Mathilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred, And she follows wherever you may go Waltzing Mathilda, waltzing Mathilda, You'll go waltzing Mathilda with me And it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace, And a wound that will never heal No prima donna, the perfume is on an Old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey And goodnight to the street sweepers, the night watchmen flame keepers And goodnight to Mathilda, too

this may be totally unrelated and perhaps even (gosh!) considered spam but my above use of the word consumate in relation to grief led me down a tangential path causing me to recall this poem by Bukowski. its another one of my favorite things. especially the last line. if I could just one line as well as that in my life I could die a happy man. Consummation Of Grief Charles Bukowski I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it becomes knobs upon my dresser it becomes paper on the floor it becomes a shoehorn a laundry ticket it becomes cigarette smoke climbing a chapel of dark vines. . . it matters little very little love is not so bad or very little life what counts is waiting on walls I was born for this I was born to hustle roses down the avenues of the dead.

hehe.... shawn, I seem to recall that a long time ago (on a website far far away) we were discussing this... or...uh... something like that! by far, the Cale version is better. unfortunately for me, I lost my version of it and can not seem to find the basquiat soundtrack on which John Cale's version appears.