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term="zbb"/><title type='text'>Backsell Jukebox</title><subtitle type='html'>All The Music You Never Thought You Needed&#xa;&lt;br&gt;&#xa;&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/BackSellJukeBox&quot;&gt;http://twitter.com/BackSellJukeBox&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="erv woolsey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="george strait"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i can still make cheyenne"/><title type='text'>I Can Still Make Cheyenne // George Strait</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;allowfullscreen&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/XQY2m7xS8Sk&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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He left that phone dangling off the hook&lt;br /&gt;
Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look&lt;br /&gt;
Then he just walked away&lt;br /&gt;
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line&lt;br /&gt;
With a little luck he could still get there in time&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I Can Still Make Cheyenne&quot;, written by Aaron Barker and Erv Woolsey, performed by George Strait, from the album &lt;i&gt;Blue Clear Sky&lt;/i&gt;, 1996

A man works his life on the road to make a living as a rodeo cowboy. After not making the &quot;short-go&quot;, the final round in bullriding, he calls his love back home to tell her he is coming to be with her, possibly never returning to the sport. A female, possibly a wife or girlfriend back home, worries for his safety everyday given the inherant dangers of bullriding. Fed up with the constant stress of wondering if he is ok, she finally confesses over the phone that she is leaving him for another man. The man makes his own confession that, though it pains him to, he will still try to make Cheyenne. This is a reference to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cfdrodeo.com/&quot;&gt;Cheyenne Frontier Days&lt;/a&gt; in Cheyenne, Wyoming, USA, the largest rodeo in the United States and possibly one of the largest in the world. By giving up such an important event to be with her, he made one of the biggest sacrifices a cowboy could make.
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To those who may not be familiar with Westerns and western culture, this is quite a sad song if you can&#39;t relate. Rodeo is a HUGE sport, and those who attempt it tend to make it their lives. Only the toughest can do it, and even then few can stay long enough to get good at it. He was willing to give up a dream just to be with the woman he loved and she turned her back on him. And rightfully so. The lines &quot;Don&#39;t bother coming home.../There&#39;s somebody new and he sure ain&#39;t no rodeo man&quot; shows the pain she has felt for the life her man choose to lead. She&#39;s through with the heartache of caring for a man see never sees and never knowing if he&#39;ll ever come home again should a bull trample his head. Ouch.

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Her telephone rang &#39;bout a quarter to nine&lt;br /&gt;
She heard his voice on the other end of the line&lt;br /&gt;
She wondered what was wrong this time&lt;br /&gt;
She never knew what his calls might bring&lt;br /&gt;
With a cowboy like him it could be anything&lt;br /&gt;
And she always expected the worst in the back of her mind.
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He said, &quot;It&#39;s cold out here and I&#39;m all alone,&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t make the short go again and I&#39;m coming home.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I&#39;ve been away too long.&lt;br /&gt;
I never got a chance to write or call&lt;br /&gt;
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ll be home soon and honey is there something wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, &quot;Don&#39;t bother comin&#39; home.&lt;br /&gt;
By the time you get here I&#39;ll be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s somebody new and he sure ain&#39;t no rodeo man.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry it&#39;s come down to this.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s so much about you that I&#39;m gonna miss.&lt;br /&gt;
But it&#39;s alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;

He left that phone danglin&#39; off the hook&lt;br /&gt;
Then slowly turned around and gave it one last look&lt;br /&gt;
Then he just walked away&lt;br /&gt;
He aimed his truck toward that Wyoming line&lt;br /&gt;
With a little luck he could still get there in time&lt;br /&gt;
And in that Cheyenne wind he could still hear her say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

She said, &quot;Don&#39;t bother comin&#39; home.&lt;br /&gt;
By the time you get here I&#39;ll be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s somebody new and he sure ain&#39;t no rodeo man.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
He said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry it&#39;s come down to this.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s so much about you that I&#39;m gonna miss.&lt;br /&gt;
But it&#39;s alright baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta go now baby, if I hurry I can still make Cheyenne.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;But it&#39;s written in the starlight&lt;br /&gt;
And every line on your palm&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re fools to make war&lt;br /&gt;
On our brothers in arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Brothers In Arms&lt;/i&gt;, written by Mark Knopfler, performed by Dire Straits, 1985, from the album “Brothers In Arms”&lt;br /&gt;
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A powerful melodic combination of poetic symbolism and meaning with intertwined instrumentation and emotion that soothes in its quietness and tranquility, yet inspires a larger meaning and for a new outlook in one&#39;s life. If each individual part is taken on its own, the song still remains beautiful and strong. The lyrics read like poetry. The emotions remain with you after the song fades. The music sets you at ease. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Brothers in Arms&lt;/i&gt; is inspired by the Falklands War, a &#39;limited war&#39; between Argentina and the United Kingdom during 1982 lasting 74 days. It was a result of an endless dispute over the sovereignty of the Falkland Islands and South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands near the southeast tip of the South American continent. The ruling military government, the &lt;i&gt;Proceso de Reorganización Nacional&lt;/i&gt; or National Reorganization Process, diverted public attention from poor economic performance in the nation (a possible sign of poor leadership, thus the people would lose faith in their leaders) and exploited feelings of the Argentinians towards the islands.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Map showing the British route south toward the Falklands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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This, compounded by the United Kingdom&#39;s reduction in military capacity in the South Atlantic, encouraged the invasion. On April 2nd, 1982 then-dictator Leopoldo Galtieri gave authority for Argentine forces to invade and overtake the Falkland islands, which were still under British authority at the time. After fierce naval and air battles, the British were able to secure the islands and cause the Argentinians to surrender. A total of 904 people were killed in the conflict, with 649 casualties on the Argentine side. By June 14th, 1982 the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;status quo ante bellum&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &quot;the state in which things were before the war&quot; was restored. To this day Argentina still maintains that the Falklands are Argentine territory and have included this claim in reformation of the country by adding it into the new Argentine constitution on 1994.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Soldiers from the 101st Airborne Division pose at the end of a patrol near Wynot, Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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But interpreted more broadly, this song tells a story of any soldier fighting for something he may or may not believe in. It speaks of the uncooperative nature of humanity and our innate desire to have more than our fellow man and to be filled with greed. The poisoned souls of greedy men would rather threaten, maim, or kill their own people in the name of believed progress or to maintain a status quo instead of working with one another for a common goal. We wish to hurt and fear those whom we deem different than the norm, yet it is often the case those who are different than us are those whom we choose not to understand because psychologically throwing a punch is easier than extending a hand to shake in agreement. Firing a rifle is cheaper and easier than working with one another past language barriers and cultural contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;
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A peaceful life in the country or a quiet small town must ask of a young man his life and his body to fight for his country, his fellow man, or to save people in need. This journey into an unknown and deadly world of conflict may arise from voluntary enlistment or through a government conscription program that tears able young men out of their homes, family and friends. A communication breakdown between two parties causes armed conflict in which man is set against man, brother set against brother. A gun is thrust into their hands and they are sent to a country they&#39;ve never heard of to kill someone who may have done them no wrong. They fight because they know what they are doing is right. To think otherwise of the reality of the situation and what they have been trained to do, to carry out an agenda of power through murder and destruction, would set a man against himself and cause untold amounts of psychological trauma and self-hatred. Both sides fight for the same reasons, yet neither often knows exactly why, but fight with the same diligence and gung-ho attitude as their supposed enemy. It is not uncommon for these young men to disagree with the reasons for conflict and the actions their government may take. Nonetheless, they are forced to fight or face both legal detention and societal repression should they abandon their country to return to the simple life they had before there was conflict and aggression by laying down their weapon in a time of war.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me, this is a song that has the entire package. It is both intellectually and artistically valuable and tells a story while presenting an idea of peace that will endure over generations, while not being too preachy in its message.&lt;br /&gt;
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Check out this cool guy playing a piano cover:
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The lyrics in full: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
These mist covered mountains&lt;br /&gt;
Are a home now for me&lt;br /&gt;
But my home is the lowlands&lt;br /&gt;
And always will be&lt;br /&gt;
Some day you&#39;ll return to&lt;br /&gt;
Your valleys and your farms&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;ll no longer burn&lt;br /&gt;
To be brothers in arms&lt;br /&gt;
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Through these fields of destruction&lt;br /&gt;
Baptisms of fire&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve witnessed your suffering&lt;br /&gt;
As the battles raged higher&lt;br /&gt;
And though they hurt me so bad&lt;br /&gt;
In the fear and alarm&lt;br /&gt;
You did not desert me&lt;br /&gt;
My brothers in arms&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s so many different words&lt;br /&gt;
So many different songs&lt;br /&gt;
We have just one world&lt;br /&gt;
But we live in different ones&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the sun&#39;s gone to hell&lt;br /&gt;
And the moon&#39;s riding high&lt;br /&gt;
Let me bid you farewell&lt;br /&gt;
Every man has to die&lt;br /&gt;
But it&#39;s written in the starlight&lt;br /&gt;
And every line on your palm&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re fools to make war&lt;br /&gt;
On our brothers in arms&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Image credits:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Department of History, United States Military Academy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Department of the Army&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2922075357090788229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/07/brothers-in-arms-dire-straits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/2922075357090788229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/2922075357090788229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/07/brothers-in-arms-dire-straits.html' title='Brothers In Arms // Dire Straits'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/Wu4oy1IRTh8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-5142607371733928609</id><published>2012-07-11T14:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T14:05:59.101-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1982"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a taste of yesterday&#39;s wine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="country"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dave kirby"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="george jones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="merle haggard"/><title type='text'>The Brothers // Merle Haggard and George Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/58Pz6P2iLmE?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;420&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;

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&lt;i&gt;
I wonder he&#39;d be right now&lt;br /&gt;
If he was not a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;
And if he was just a little more like me&lt;br /&gt;
He wouldn&#39;t be in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;
Reaching for the stars&lt;br /&gt;
And wishing things were like they used to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;
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&quot;The Brothers&quot;, written by Dave Kirby, performed by Merle Haggard and George Jones, from the album &lt;i&gt;A Taste of Yesterday&#39;s Wine&lt;/i&gt;, 1982

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The song is told from two separate perspectives: One (George Jones) from the brother who went off to make music in Nashville and one (Merle Haggard) from the view of the family he left, possibly another brother as the title suggests. The brother loaded up with guitar, his dream, and probably a good pair of boots and left Colorado to chase his hope of becoming a music star. He made his way to Nashville, Tennessee, the home of country music boasting the &lt;a href=&quot;http://countrymusichalloffame.org/grand-ole-opry/&quot;&gt;Grand Ole Opry&lt;/a&gt;, the Country Music Hall of Fame, and an annual economic income of about $6 billion per year thanks to the second largest music production center in the US behind New York. After a few years he still has not found any attention from the record labels and is becoming tired and somewhat regretful of his choice. When the brother writes home he only speaks of others in the family and not of his own success, and not out of modesty. Life has been going to same depressing way for years now with nothing new to report. His letters have become more and more vicarious over the last few months and he has begun speaking of his regrets more and more. He writes back a letter to his mother asking how everything is going back home and if his brothers are doing well. One brother, a construction worker named Joe, is out in Colorado and has drawn admiration because of how hard he works for his money. The other brother, Sonny, has been trying to buy a ranch for a few years now, if he he has finally closed a deal on it Sonny&#39;s dream with come true. The unnamed brother is jealous of the successes his siblings have had and wishes he could just come back home, but is too embarrassed to come back until he and his guitar get lucky and finds his own success to be proud of.
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The second perspective is as much worried about the future as the first, but for a different reason. The family knows how long it has been and that if he was going to get lucky it would&#39;ve happened long ago. They know he doesn&#39;t want to return home without his dream and devoid of hope he&#39;ll ever make it but they also know the fear he has of never making it big is keeping him away longer than he needs to be. He has run out of money and probably doesn&#39;t have &quot;a nickel in his jeans&quot;. His songs are &quot;getting faded&quot; because either he has not written anything new because he is banking on the songs he brought to Nashville or he has lost the energy and ambition to put any emotion into the songs he knows in his heart are not working for him anymore. The family wants him to know that anytime he wants to come home from reaching for the stardom he&#39;ll never find he can depend on them to help him back onto his feet and into something where he can make something of himself.

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&lt;i&gt;

Several years ago&lt;br /&gt;
He gave up everything that mattered&lt;br /&gt;
And rambled off to Nashville, Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;
With a pocket full of country songs&lt;br /&gt;
And his old guitar&lt;br /&gt;
He thought that&#39;s where&lt;br /&gt;
He was supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

But the family&#39;s still here waiting&lt;br /&gt;
And his songs are getting faded&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s probably not a nickel in his jeans&lt;br /&gt;
But if he don&#39;t get good enough&lt;br /&gt;
To sing his way back home&lt;br /&gt;
He knows that he can always count on me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Momma, is Joe still drivin&#39; them old nails&lt;br /&gt;
Out in Colorado?&lt;br /&gt;
Lord, I always thought a lot of him.&lt;br /&gt;
You know, maybe someday me and this old guitar&lt;br /&gt;
Just might happen to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll get a chance to go back and visit my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;
Did Sonny get that ranch he always wanted&lt;br /&gt;
Out by Boulder?&lt;br /&gt;
I used to want to be a cowboy, too.&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m still stuck here in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;
Writing songs and getting older.&lt;br /&gt;
But mostly I was thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

I wonder he&#39;d be right now&lt;br /&gt;
If he was not a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;
And if he was just a little more like me?&lt;br /&gt;
He wouldn&#39;t be in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;
Reaching for the stars&lt;br /&gt;
And wishing things were like they used to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom, is Joe still drivin&#39; them old nails&lt;br /&gt;
In Colorado?&lt;br /&gt;
I always thought a lot of him.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe someday me and this old guitar&lt;br /&gt;
Is gonna happen to get lucky&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;ll come back and visit my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;
Momma, did Sonny get that ranch that he always wanted&lt;br /&gt;
Out by Boulder?&lt;br /&gt;
I used to want to be a cowboy, too.&lt;br /&gt;
But, Momma, I&#39;m still stuck here in Nashville&lt;br /&gt;
Writing songs and getting older.&lt;br /&gt;
But mostly I been thinking about you.&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;i&gt;
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys&lt;br /&gt;
Painted wings and giants&#39; rings make way for other toys&lt;br /&gt;
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more&lt;br /&gt;
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Puff, the Magic Dragon&quot; written by Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow, 1963, based on a poem from 1959, performed by Peter, Paul and Mary; from the album &lt;i&gt;Moving&lt;/i&gt; 
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A young boy, Little Jackie Paper, spends his days by the sea with his imaginary friend, a dragon named Puff. The little boy has the time of his life playing games and just being a kid with his magical friend. But, we all must grow up sometime and Little Jackie Paper grew up and left Puff behind along with his childhood. Puff is depressed at being left all alone and in place of choosing to find adventures with a new friend simply hides away in his cave never to be seen again (The original poem had a final verse where Puff meets someone new, but whatever. It&#39;s more sad this way).
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Leonard Lipton was a 19-year-old student at Cornell University who was inspired to write a short poem about a pet dragon after reading Ogden Nash&#39;s &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.eecs.harvard.edu/%7Ekeith/poems/Custard.html&quot;&gt;Custard the Dragon&lt;/a&gt;&quot;. Lipton was friends with a housemate of Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary fame and used Yarrow&#39;s typewriter to put down the poem on paper. After writing what was a much longer version than in the song, it was forgotten about until Yarrow called Lipton about crediting him for the song they would later record (and would reach number 2 on the Billboard charts).
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Yes, you&#39;ve heard it before. Yes, it is a kid&#39;s song. And, yes, it is 
terribly sad. And, no, it isn&#39;t a song about drugs. It&#39;s about a dragon. Who 
presumably does drugs. Can you imagine smoking with
 a dragon? And he&#39;d just talk about other dragons he&#39;s smoked with? 
Whoa. It&#39;s a 
song almost everyone knows from somewhere. It&#39;s a song you may have sung
 in your class as a kid. I have known about this song since I was very young, but 
never really understood the last verse until I was in college. It&#39;s a song most people hear as a happy song 
about a funny dragon and a young boy who are best friends. Yet it is one
 of the saddest songs ever written because it deals with something every
 grown-up has had to reflect on at some point: the end of being a kid. (Personally, I was never a kid. I was sold to the factories at age 3 and when my caretakers perished in a fire at age 6, I went of to the Mojave Desert to raise myself. There, a pack of Jack London-esque wolves took me in and raised me as their own. After a few years they accepted me as their leader and I become &lt;i&gt;El Rey de los Lobos&lt;/i&gt;, the King of the Wolves. But that&#39;s another thing altogether.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,&lt;br /&gt;
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,&lt;br /&gt;
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. Oh &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail&lt;br /&gt;
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff&#39;s gigantic tail,&lt;br /&gt;
Noble kings and princes would bow whene&#39;er they came,&lt;br /&gt;
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name. Oh! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys&lt;br /&gt;
Painted wings and giants&#39; rings make way for other toys.&lt;br /&gt;
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more&lt;br /&gt;
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,&lt;br /&gt;
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.&lt;br /&gt;
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave,&lt;br /&gt;
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,&lt;br /&gt;
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea&lt;br /&gt;
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6194850795802536010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/07/puff-magic-dragon-peter-paul-and-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/6194850795802536010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/6194850795802536010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/07/puff-magic-dragon-peter-paul-and-mary.html' title='Puff, the Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-7427373251920190214</id><published>2012-06-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T11:00:05.162-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2000"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fade to æther"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="historical"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="james taylor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mark knopfler"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sailing to philadelphia"/><title type='text'>Sailing to Philadelphia // Mark Knopfler</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;360&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/OrLdKYRBOEE?rel=0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now you&#39;re a good surveyor, Dixon&lt;br /&gt;
But I swear you&#39;ll make me mad&lt;br /&gt;
The West will kill us both&lt;br /&gt;
You gullible Geordie lad&lt;br /&gt;
You talk of liberty&lt;br /&gt;
How can America be free&lt;br /&gt;
A Geordie and a baker&#39;s boy&lt;br /&gt;
In the forests of the Iroquois&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&quot;Sailing to Philadelphia&quot; written by Mark Knopfler and James Taylor, performed by Mark Knopfler and James Taylor, from &lt;i&gt;Sailing to Philadelphia&lt;/i&gt;, 2000&lt;br /&gt;
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First released on the album of the same name, &lt;i&gt;Sailing to Philadelphia&lt;/i&gt; tells the story of two men, Charles Mason and Jeremiah Dixon, both English surveyors who were chosen to draw the border between Delaware, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and West Virginia in the American colonies during the 1760&#39;s. There was dispute over what land fell to what state on the Maryland-Pennsylvania border, and where exactly the borders were drawn. In 1760&#39;s the Proprietor of Baltimore in the Province of Maryland was forced to accept an agreement stating that the border was to be marked by the latitude 15 miles south of the southern most house in Philadelphia. At this point, parties of both sides called for Mason and Dixon to survey the newly established boundaries near the aforementioned four colonies.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mason-Dixon line, as it was and still is often called, became an unofficial marker for the boundary between the declared slave states and free states in the late 1700&#39;s and early 1800&#39;s until the end of the Civil War and the creation of the Thirteenth Amendment in 1865. I&#39;m sure of of my American fans know all of the Amendments by heart, right? Didn&#39;t think so. Needless to say, it abolished slavery. FUN FACT: Mississippi didn&#39;t ratify the amendment until 1995, 130 years later, and that was only symbolically. Git-r-dun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s the scene: I go &lt;a href=&quot;http://last.fm/&quot;&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt; to listen to the radio and tell myself 
for the thousandth time I need to make an account. I type in &#39;Mark 
Knopfler&#39; into the search, radio comes on. Lo-and-behold, it is a duet 
with James &quot;chicken choking motherfucking&quot; Taylor. I must have listened 
to this song thirty times over in a row on a repeat that night. That was
the only song I listened to for over two hours. 
Anyway, like I said, another great by Knopfler with full lyrical 
quality, musical quality, and vocal quality and of course his way of 
playing his more quiet songs off in the the æther. Its a song that 
doesn&#39;t seem to end, or more it finishes but has no ending like it could
 go on forever. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;
I am Jeremiah Dixon&lt;br /&gt;
I am a Geordie boy&lt;br /&gt;
A glass of wine with you, sir&lt;br /&gt;
And the ladies I&#39;ll enjoy&lt;br /&gt;
All Durham and Northumberland&lt;br /&gt;
Is measured up by my own hand&lt;br /&gt;
It was my fate from birth&lt;br /&gt;
To make my mark upon the earth...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He calls me Charlie Mason&lt;br /&gt;
A stargazer am I&lt;br /&gt;
It seems that I was born&lt;br /&gt;
To chart the evening sky&lt;br /&gt;
They&#39;d cut me out for baking bread&lt;br /&gt;
But I had other dreams instead&lt;br /&gt;
This baker&#39;s boy from the west country&lt;br /&gt;
Would join the Royal Society...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are sailing to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;
A world away from the coaly Tyne&lt;br /&gt;
Sailing to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;
To draw the line&lt;br /&gt;
The Mason-Dixon line&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now you&#39;re a good surveyor, Dixon&lt;br /&gt;
But I swear you&#39;ll make me mad&lt;br /&gt;
The West will kill us both&lt;br /&gt;
You gullible Geordie lad&lt;br /&gt;
You talk of liberty&lt;br /&gt;
How can America be free&lt;br /&gt;
A Geordie and a baker&#39;s boy&lt;br /&gt;
In the forest of the Iroquois...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now hold your head up, Mason&lt;br /&gt;
See America lies there&lt;br /&gt;
The morning tide has raised&lt;br /&gt;
The capes of Delaware&lt;br /&gt;
Come up and feel the sun&lt;br /&gt;
A new morning is begun&lt;br /&gt;
Another day will make it clear&lt;br /&gt;
Why your stars should guide us here...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are sailing to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;
A world away from the coaly Tyne&lt;br /&gt;
Sailing to Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;
To draw the line&lt;br /&gt;
The Mason-Dixon line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;image credit: Post-Gazette&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After over a year and no updates I&#39;m resuming this blog again. I enjoy it too much not to. I had walked away because of school and other &#39;life issues&#39; but since then I&#39;ve heard some great music I want to tell people about. I&#39;ve noticed that when I talk about certain songs with my friends now I can relay the entire history of the song, the release date, the history of the band, and if it is a song that has a rich story behind it I can teach a little bit and even learn something myself. The BS Jukebox won&#39;t be updated tri-weekly like before but rather when I can get around to writing a longer and more substantial piece about the music. As always, there is the email address ( backselljukebox@gmail.com ) where you can send me a song you really like and if it isn&#39;t complete crap (or rather &quot;not my brand of crap&quot;) then I&#39;d love to feature it here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7427373251920190214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/06/sailing-to-philadelphia-mark-knopfler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7427373251920190214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7427373251920190214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2012/06/sailing-to-philadelphia-mark-knopfler.html' title='Sailing to Philadelphia // Mark Knopfler'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/OrLdKYRBOEE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-8688569020378876321</id><published>2011-02-28T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T14:00:51.933-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="as she&#39;s walking away"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colder weather"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="highway 20 ride"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music rants"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zac brown band"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zbb"/><title type='text'>Colder Weather // Zac Brown Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/H2Q-6wQXV90&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When I close my eyes I see you&lt;br /&gt;
No matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;
I can smell your perfume through these whispering pines&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m with your ghost again&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a shame about the weather&lt;br /&gt;
But I know soon we&#39;ll be together&lt;br /&gt;
And I can&#39;t wait till then&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t wait till then&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Colder Weather&lt;/i&gt; written by Zac Brown, Wyatt Durrette, Levi Lowrey, and Coy Bowles; performed by Zac Brown Band, 2010, from &quot;You Get What You Give&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the newest song so far featured here on the BackSell Jukebox. A frightening number of young people tell me there is no good music today. I want to tell them that they&#39;re only listening to the images of music (Lady Gaga, Bieber, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cbsnews.com/8301-504083_162-20017098-504083.html&quot;&gt;Bruno &quot;I do cocaine&quot; Mars&lt;/a&gt;, etc.) that are merely talentless hacks used by a failing industry to create ephemeral bleeps and bloops that sound good in the moment and appeal to humans on a very shallow, unemotional, and uninspiring level designed merely to gain massive stacks of bills and greens for said struggling industry in an attempt to regain lost income because they do not want to adapt to new technology and would rather everyone repurchase their entire music library every couple of years to fit the new DRM requirements instead of allowing some sort of right-to-listen agreement that carries over to any other medium or technology...um, got away from myself there...images of music instead of people who want to make music regardless of fame, but these young people are too busy walking into water fountains while texting. My point has something or other to do with product-music versus artistic expression... somethingsomething.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a good example for people who think there is no good music today. &lt;i&gt;Colder Weather&lt;/i&gt; is one of the best songs performed by ZBB. If you liked this song, check out: &lt;i&gt;Highway 20 Ride, As She&#39;s Walking Away&lt;/i&gt; and/or &lt;i&gt;Free&lt;/i&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/8688569020378876321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/colder-weather-zac-brown-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/8688569020378876321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/8688569020378876321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/colder-weather-zac-brown-band.html' title='Colder Weather // Zac Brown Band'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/H2Q-6wQXV90/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-1680550210038679801</id><published>2011-02-14T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T23:10:26.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At The Grammys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74tdPu0GBqLqmKLKJl9AspNU-eNgG4qYzzxJeeFVL-lOkKODMnboSfC6TYmxjFXcfAUqrn7zqPfT0C5q0hvGam8USt4a-cPBSOgAg86jgf1KazyJV68BI8U1kuT1rVaymiLVzp-9PU_M/s1600/The_52nd_Annual_e6fc.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74tdPu0GBqLqmKLKJl9AspNU-eNgG4qYzzxJeeFVL-lOkKODMnboSfC6TYmxjFXcfAUqrn7zqPfT0C5q0hvGam8USt4a-cPBSOgAg86jgf1KazyJV68BI8U1kuT1rVaymiLVzp-9PU_M/s320/The_52nd_Annual_e6fc.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My dissection of last night&#39;s Grammophone Awards and Celebration Night Spectacular:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Album of the year – Arcade Fire, The Suburbs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never heard it yet, I&#39;ll have to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Record of the year – Lady Antebellum, Need You Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have this album, while I don&#39;t think its album of the year its still pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Song of the year – Need You Now (Lady Antebellum, performers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No. Too whiney. The winner should have been &lt;i&gt;F*** You&lt;/i&gt; by Cee-Lo Green&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Best new artist – Esperanza Spalding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness it wasn&#39;t Drake or Bieber. Anything but that. Seriously, give it to Hannah Montana before these jackwipes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best female pop vocal performance – Lady Gaga, Bad Romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I rarely listen to &quot;pop&quot; as it is usually just bouncy noises and dance routines. (Good word of advice: It there is a dance routine involved, its not a good song to begin with unless its a musical. There is no dance to go with Hey Jude, and there never should be.) Therefore, these categories did not qualify for me (DNQ). Computer voices and repetitve sounds designed to sound good for the 2 minutes of the song is not good music to me, with exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best male pop vocal performance – Bruno Mars, Just the Way You Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DNQ&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best pop vocal album – Lady Gaga, The Fame Monster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DNQ&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best traditional pop vocal album – Michael Buble, Crazy Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DNQ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Best electronic/dance album – La Roux, La Roux&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love La Roux. This is one of the few awards that made sense last night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best solo rock vocal performance – Paul McCartney, Helter Skelter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its P-C! If we want to shave some time off of the next few Grammy shows, just give him Grammys 5 years in advanced, for whatever category he wants. Do not question him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best metal performance – Iron Maiden, El Dorado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iron Maiden is still a band? Huh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best rock song – Angry World (Neil Young)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Still good after all these years. You go Neil.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best rock album – Muse, The Resistance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never liked Muse, personally. But maybe they&#39;ve improved.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best alternative music album – The Black Keys, Brothers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At first, I heard &quot;Black-Eyed Peas&quot; and shot my TV with a angry look, and shed a single tear. Luckily, I heard wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best urban/alternative performance – Cee Lo Green, F*** You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love this song. Does that me crazy? Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best R&amp;amp;B song – Shine (John Legend and the Roots)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Legend + Roots = Heaven in music.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best rap solo performance – Eminem, Not Afraid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No. Rap is shit these days. Someday I&#39;ll talk about Rapper&#39;s Delight..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best rap song – Empire State of Mi--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best rap al-- Damnit, no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best female country vocal performance – Miranda Lambert, The House That Built Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Great song that I will feature it in a &quot;Country Music Won&#39;t Kill You&quot; Week.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best male country vocal performance – Keith Urban, Til Summer Comes Around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fantastic song. I don&#39;t like much of Urban&#39;s stuff, but this song changed my mind about his work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best country song – Need You Now (Lady Antebellum, performers)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all mistake when we&#39;re drunk and stupid. Drunk to be stupid? Stupid, so get drunk? Anyway, its a good song but Free and If I Die Young deserved this award, to be shared for equal awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best country album– Lady Antebellum, Need You Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; OK, not best album, but under country it was the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best contemporary jazz album – The Stanley Clarke Band, The Stanley Clarke Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I need to listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best Americana album – Mavis Staples, You Are Not Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Best contemporary blues album – Buddy Guy, Living Proof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, I&#39;m worried for the music industry. But it was still a good night of music. Strange, yes. But still good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone else watch? What did you think?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/1680550210038679801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-at-grammys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/1680550210038679801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/1680550210038679801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-at-grammys.html' title='A Night At The Grammys'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74tdPu0GBqLqmKLKJl9AspNU-eNgG4qYzzxJeeFVL-lOkKODMnboSfC6TYmxjFXcfAUqrn7zqPfT0C5q0hvGam8USt4a-cPBSOgAg86jgf1KazyJV68BI8U1kuT1rVaymiLVzp-9PU_M/s72-c/The_52nd_Annual_e6fc.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-7595758143899680228</id><published>2011-02-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T23:09:45.183-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1974"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joe cocker"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love songs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you are so beautiful"/><title type='text'>You Are So Beautiful // Joe Cocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/wlDmslyGmGI&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Such joy and happiness you bring&lt;br /&gt;
Like a dream&lt;br /&gt;
A guiding light that shines in the night&lt;br /&gt;
Heavens gift to me&lt;br /&gt;
You are so beautiful to me &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;You Are So Beautiful&lt;/i&gt; written by Billy Preston and Bruce Fisher, performed by Joe Cocker &lt;br /&gt;

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For all those celebrating V-Day today (although this is a bit late as of posting, my auto-fire post didn&#39;t work because of my own silliness) I bring you what has to be one of the most played songs of February 14th. This live version done for a concert in Germany truly shows how strongly a man can feel for a woman. The lyrics speak for themselves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7595758143899680228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-so-beautiful-joe-cocker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7595758143899680228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7595758143899680228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-so-beautiful-joe-cocker.html' title='You Are So Beautiful // Joe Cocker'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/wlDmslyGmGI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-3677389663974863054</id><published>2011-02-14T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T23:54:16.045-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1978"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blueberry pie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="linda ronstadt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="someone to watch over me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stardust"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what&#39;s new"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="willie nelson"/><title type='text'>Someone To Watch Over Me // Willie Nelson</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/53hv6F6h0Mk&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Although she may not be the girl some&lt;br /&gt;
Men think of as pretty,&lt;br /&gt;
To my heart she carries the key&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Someone To Watch Over Me&lt;/i&gt; written by George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin, performed by Willie Nelson, 1978, from &quot;Stardust&quot;, Written in 1926 for the musical &lt;i&gt;Oh, Kay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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This is one of those songs that has been recorded and interpreted and reinterpreted by multitudes of artists. These include Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald as stated before, Roberta Flak, and Amy Winehouse. A great singer named Linda Ronstadt covered the song for her 1983 album &quot;What&#39;s New&quot;, a collection of jazz songs from the 1920&#39;s, 30&#39;s, and 40&#39;s which she referred to as &quot;little jewels of artistic expression&quot;.
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I consider Ronstadt&#39;s version second to Willie Nelson&#39;s version, which is like saying I consider blueberry pie second to warmed-up blueberry pie. I think that makes sense.

Willie Nelson&#39;s version for the album &lt;i&gt;Stardust&lt;/i&gt; is the best there is. His choice to change the original lyric &quot;Although I may not be the man some/ Women think of as handsome&quot; to &quot;Although she may not be the girl some/ Men think of as pretty&quot; brings a new viewpoint to the song, this time centered more on the girl in mind. It gives the song a more genuine feel as the singer seems to care more about the girl and who she is and rather than what he is to her. His relaxed style of singing brings a heartfelt warmth to the song that no other artist can. Like this song was made for him. 
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Happy Valentine&#39;s Day, all you lucky singles!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3677389663974863054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-to-watch-over-me-willie-nelson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/3677389663974863054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/3677389663974863054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/someone-to-watch-over-me-willie-nelson.html' title='Someone To Watch Over Me // Willie Nelson'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/53hv6F6h0Mk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-6872382702187704158</id><published>2011-02-11T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T19:42:58.576-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="double meaning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="garth brooks"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the dance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tony arata"/><title type='text'>The Dance // Garth Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;390&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0XFHASLS6G8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;start=105&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/0XFHASLS6G8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;start=105&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And now I&#39;m glad I didn&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;
The way it all would end the way it all would go&lt;br /&gt;
Our lives are better left to chance&lt;br /&gt;
I could have missed the pain&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;d have had to miss the dance &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Dance&lt;/i&gt; written by Tony Arata, performed by Garth Brooks, 1990&lt;br /&gt;
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A song with a double meaning, both as a love song and a song for a person that has died for something they believed in, &lt;i&gt;The Dance&lt;/i&gt; is one of the most moving and woeful yet inspiring songs I have ever listened to. Here, Tony Arata performs his song live. But below is the version Garth Brooks made famous.&lt;br /&gt;
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I absolutely love this song. I can listen to it a thousands times a day for years, and still feel the same emotion and power of the lyrics.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/6872382702187704158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance-garth-brooks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/6872382702187704158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/6872382702187704158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance-garth-brooks.html' title='The Dance // Garth Brooks'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-7719671112094514750</id><published>2011-02-11T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:00:05.678-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1978"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bee gees"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="too much heaven"/><title type='text'>Too Much Heaven // The Bee Gees</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/XIwPHSGurJ0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ev&#39;rything we are will never die&lt;br /&gt;
Loving&#39;s such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;
Oh you make my world.. a summer day&lt;br /&gt;
Are you just a dream to fade away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Too Much Heaven&lt;/i&gt; written by the Bee Gees, performed by the Bee Gees, 1978&lt;br /&gt;
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From the song&#39;s Wikipedia article: &quot;The recording process was the longest of all the tracks on &lt;i&gt;Spirits Having Flown&lt;/i&gt; [the album on which the song appears] as there are nine layers of three-part harmony creating 27 voices, though the high falsetto voices are the most pronounced in the final mix:&lt;br /&gt;
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* Barry on falsetto lead three times&lt;br /&gt;
* falsetto high harmony three times&lt;br /&gt;
* falsetto low harmony three times&lt;br /&gt;
* Barry on natural voice lead three times&lt;br /&gt;
* high harmony three times&lt;br /&gt;
* low harmony three times&lt;br /&gt;
* Barry, Robin and Maurice together on lead three times&lt;br /&gt;
* high harmony three times&lt;br /&gt;
* low harmony three times&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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27 voices. We all miss you, Brothers Gibb.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=bpl&amp;asins=B001KQK2BA&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;&quot;align=&quot;left&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7719671112094514750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-much-heaven-bee-gees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7719671112094514750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7719671112094514750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-much-heaven-bee-gees.html' title='Too Much Heaven // The Bee Gees'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/XIwPHSGurJ0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-3334437634997884521</id><published>2011-02-10T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:56:58.152-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1968"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the band"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the weight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel songs"/><title type='text'>The Weight / The Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/XY_5JOEmFK0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I picked up my bag, I went lookin&#39; for a place to hide;&lt;br /&gt;
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin&#39; side by side.&lt;br /&gt;
I said, &quot;Hey, Carmen, come on, let&#39;s go downtown.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
She said, &quot;I gotta go, but m&#39;friend can stick around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The Weight, &lt;/i&gt;written by&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; Robbie Robertson&lt;/span&gt;, performed by The Band, 1968&lt;br /&gt;
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Songs that makes you feel gooooood. A perfect song to include in any travel playlist, &lt;i&gt;The Weight&lt;/i&gt; describes one man&#39;s adventures in a small town in Pennsylvania. A man who cannot direct him to a hotel, Carmen and the Devil, dying Luke and his young bride, and Chester and the dog he is willing to trade for a room all have awkward conversations with the man.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000TE1IIU&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Featured in Easy Rider, this song would forever set the tone for every motorcycle video ever.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/3334437634997884521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/weight-band.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/3334437634997884521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/3334437634997884521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/weight-band.html' title='The Weight / The Band'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/XY_5JOEmFK0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-5839410180335732183</id><published>2011-02-10T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:56:47.827-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1968"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="neil diamond"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shilo"/><title type='text'>Shilo / Neil Diamond</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/UvF_88ss8qA&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shilo, when I was young&lt;br /&gt;
I used to call your name&lt;br /&gt;
When no one else would come,&lt;br /&gt;
Shilo, you always came&lt;br /&gt;
And we&#39;d play&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Shilo,&lt;/i&gt; written and performed by Neil Diamond, 1967-1968&lt;br /&gt;
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Imaginary friends. Shilo was always there for the man in this song, always a thought away. No one could take Shilo from him, not even the narrator of the song. I hear this song as though Shilo was a dog, a family pet that was always there to play. The dog never yelled, it never spoke harshly, and it never expected more than a bowl of food and a stick flying in the air. A human friend with the mind of a dog. Truthfully, it is more of a cat as my family did not have dogs growing up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000W18IAG&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This is the original recording of the song, I believe, not the  rerecording. I prefer this version because it feels more introspective  and Diamond&#39;s voice seems more emotional.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5839410180335732183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/shilo-neil-diamond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/5839410180335732183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/5839410180335732183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/shilo-neil-diamond.html' title='Shilo / Neil Diamond'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/UvF_88ss8qA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-9183010400645985691</id><published>2011-02-10T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:56:27.976-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1978"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="52nd street"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="billy joel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honesty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="melancholy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="triumphant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="until the night"/><title type='text'>Until The Night / Billy Joel</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIEkcMfvX2c&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I&#39;ll have my fears like every man&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll have your tears like every woman&lt;br /&gt;
Today we&#39;ll be unsure&lt;br /&gt;
Is this what we believe in&lt;br /&gt;
And wonder how can we go on&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Until The Night&lt;/i&gt;, Written and performed by Billy Joel, 1978.&lt;br /&gt;
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Off of Joel&#39;s album 52nd Street, this track is the second best song after &lt;i&gt;Honesty, &lt;/i&gt;and easily one of the best songs by Billy Joel. The melancholy feel and sound leading up to the triumphant choruses warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve decided to try out Amazon Associates. These are referral links to purchase the songs or albums or other cheap tricks. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B00137TLGS&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Is this too annoying? Make me seem...I don&#39;t know, commercial and/or greedy? I mean, I&#39;d like people to listen and buy these songs for their own pleasure to match that which they have given me. I&#39;ll try it out for a few days or so.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/9183010400645985691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/until-night-billy-joel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/9183010400645985691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/9183010400645985691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/until-night-billy-joel.html' title='Until The Night / Billy Joel'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/wIEkcMfvX2c/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-2816772293688334347</id><published>2011-02-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:56:11.059-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2005"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brandi carlile"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="closer to you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cutiepatootie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hanseroth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel songs"/><title type='text'>Closer To You / Brandi Carlile</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/CNYOea9eRPo&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&#39;m staring out at endless rows of green&lt;br /&gt;
There are miles of hay like I have never seen&lt;br /&gt;
Just when you think you&#39;ve had enough and&lt;br /&gt;
your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;
I just want to be closer to you&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Closer To You&lt;/i&gt;, written by Brandi Carlile and Phil and Tim Hanseroth, performed by Brandi Carlile in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;
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She writes great songs, sings beautifully, and is as cute as a button! I&#39;ll be honest, I only looked up her albums because of how she looks, but I bought her music because of what those albums contained. Anyway, here&#39;s a live version of the song. Her live performances blow her albums out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;
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This song has always, and always will, remind me of traveling aimlessly for hours in my car. No direction, no bearing, no stereo. But as much as I want to keep driving forever and leave it all behind me there is always that spark, that purpose, or that person that keeps drawing me back.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Fun mini-game: &quot;Count The Clichés!&quot;)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/2816772293688334347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/closer-to-you-brandi-carlile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/2816772293688334347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/2816772293688334347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/closer-to-you-brandi-carlile.html' title='Closer To You / Brandi Carlile'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/CNYOea9eRPo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-7288549109671501010</id><published>2011-02-09T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:55:51.861-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1976"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fleetwood mac"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lindsay buckingham"/><title type='text'>Go Your Own Way / Fleetwood Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/6ul-cZyuYq4&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loving you isn&#39;t the right thing to do &lt;br /&gt;
How can I ever change things that I feel? &lt;br /&gt;
If I could, maybe I&#39;d give you my world &lt;br /&gt;
How can I, when you won&#39;t take it from me?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;----- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Go Your Own Way&lt;/i&gt;, Written by Lindsay Buckingham, performed by Fleetwood Mac in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Buckingham, the male lead of Fleetwood Mac, wrote this song in regards to his bandmate Stevie Nicks after a recent break-up. It would eventually peak at number 10 on the Billboard Hot 100. While some see this song as repetitive, I see it as one of those rare songs where the title is half the lyrics but you never seem to mind. Every verse that is repeated seems different than the last, and for anyone who has ever been through a separation with a lost love you almost want to scream it out, FINE GO THEN. I DON&#39;T CARE, GO YOUR OWN WAY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/7288549109671501010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-your-own-way-fleetwood-mac.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7288549109671501010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/7288549109671501010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-your-own-way-fleetwood-mac.html' title='Go Your Own Way / Fleetwood Mac'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/6ul-cZyuYq4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6091975550949450223.post-5333518957051594460</id><published>2011-02-09T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:22:19.301-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1968"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="glen campbell"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jimmy webb"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the dance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wichita lineman"/><title type='text'>Wichita Lineman / Glen Campbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;390&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/QTfwcLdP5Xk&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I Need You More Than Want You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And I Want You For All Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;And The Wichita Lineman Is Still On The Line&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;----- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Wichita Lineman&lt;/i&gt;, written by Jimmy Webb, recorded by Glen Campbell in 1968.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lonely telephone company worker, or &#39;lineman,&#39; feels the pain of his long days away and yearns for his absent lover to return. Phrases such as &quot;singin&#39; in the wire&quot; and &quot;hear you through the whine&quot; reference the interference and whine heard during land-line telephone conversations. This elicits an idea of why the lineman&#39;s lover is gone, as there might have been a communication problem between the two lovers and the &quot;whine&quot; of their differences got the best of them. The organ accompaniment is what really makes this song beautiful, in my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;
On my iPod&#39;s &quot;Top 100 Most Played Songs&quot; smart playlist, I&#39;ve apparently listen to this song almost twice as many times as the song in second place, &lt;a href=&quot;http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/dance-garth-brooks.html&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Dance by Garth Brooks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. How this is possible, I may never know.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/feeds/5333518957051594460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/wichita-lineman-glen-campbell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/5333518957051594460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6091975550949450223/posts/default/5333518957051594460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backselljukebox.blogspot.com/2011/02/wichita-lineman-glen-campbell.html' title='Wichita Lineman / Glen Campbell'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11859348497243932497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfgCfIz3xXNbMjD1_tVLUZ40BRcid2IovChdXVHIyA0XhiJy1-TtINPAQqkbW27HPSS-EhTlRCXLzrAnTVFOqYC8BiwdemgZ9MQWyCyP0lbv9j7GcC_uXcDzYw9NMifA/s220/hai.PNG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/QTfwcLdP5Xk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>