Saturday, March 21, 2015

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Your Song, Levon, Sad Song

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"we've never been on the same room when we write a song ... he gave me this lyric and I went into the living room, sat down at the piano and read the lyric, and I was blown away by the fact that a 17 year old could come up with something so vehement and beautiful and i wrote the song quickly, and I wouldnt have had the life i had, the career I had, if it wasnt for this song..."


It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

"one of the brilliant thing about writing to Bernie's lyric is that he's a story teller ..."

The graphics were fantastic and he sang most of his famous songs, including my favorite Levon but skip Sad Song.

The voice a bit rough but booming. Ray Cooper awesome percussionist. Not bad for the old men!

Quite enjoyed the show.

See the show images.


Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

ow, that hurt

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Selfie at the PT, took facing the mirror so my left arm looked like my right arm. Arm wrapped in a thick pad, encased in hot wax to relax the tendons, preparing the arm for vigorous painful massage that followed. Ow! Sigh!


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