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Good stuff. This might be the GOAT.

That's pretty damned good right there!

Watch it live. Insane. The crowd puts it over the top!

Ireland was beautiful and amazing. We spent the last two nights in Dublin. Weekend. Entire city packed. Every pub overflowing. All I wanted at that point... took a little work to find. In the end, I learned just a little more about the power of music.

Weaving through alleys to get far enough away from the 'glut', to find that hole-in-the-wall pub. The one where there's some band playing, gathered around a table. Fiddle player and all. No singer. From song to song you may faintly hear the crowd singing the chorus. That's what I wanted, and that 's what I (finally) found.

Mixing some pop hits with Irish jigs and folk music... suddenly everyone is clapping along and keeping time. A bar full of locals, away from the insanity. Everybody happy and dancing. Guinness flowing, great spirits all around. And then it starts.


When it starts, it takes me a minute. I'm usually pretty quick to 'name a tune' I'm cocking my head to place it. Must be the fiddle, ah, wait, do I even know this song? I'm looking around to see some people staring ahead, some to the sky, all conversation has seemingly stopped. People look "troubled".

As it progresses, the singing becomes louder. The crowd in large numbers, singing loud and proud as we go. But there's concern on his face; and I shift my gaze to see a girl crying. This is happening just as my brain is catching up. Fumbling with my phone, I yell to my wife "yeah, The Cranberries, I knew they were from Ireland... says here, Limerick, Ireland."

"With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are cryin'"

In my head, I'm wondering what this "Zombie" song is really all about, but already know it's much deeper than I thought, evident from the reaction on some of these faces. The same hundred mile stare I'd seen a few times, especially in Belfast.

We met a northern family at dinner one night. After a great dinner (in which we exchanged numbers and addresses), the man spoke of "The Troubles". At times the conversation was incredibly uncomfortable. At times I was sad, sometimes for him, sometimes for the imaginary adversaries that had been planted in his head. My wife and had been warned before we left... "You don't ask about The Troubles, and if someone is talking about it -- you just listen". We listened. We heard pain, love, hatred, apathy, excuses and remorse. A whole lot of remorse.


"What's in your head, in your head?"

So loud you can barely hear yourself singing. The whole bar in unison, many with tears rolling down their cheeks.

Wow. What a night. What an experience. The power of passion in music! Little did I know. And in a strange and haunting way... I almost (Bob Seger voice) "wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then".


I didn't know what an uproar this song caused during "The Troubles".

I didn't know people were afraid it would cause more violence.

I didn't know the record label was initially hesitant to release "Zombie" as a single due to its political content.

I didn't know that record label offered her $1 million to leave it off the record. (this song was already causing a huge uproar being played live)

I didn't know she stood there, all 5'3" of her, ripped the check to shreds and left the office.

I never realized this song was condemning the mindless violence and the word "zombies" was used to describe soldiers and fighters who blindly follow orders without thinking.

More than all of this, I didn't have the scene in my head from what provoked her to write this song. I scene that now, I'll never get out. It haunts me so deeply that it's very hard to listen to this song.

I didn't know the song was inspired when Dolores learned about two children killed by a dumpster bomb. They were on their way to buy Mothers' Day cards.


This song didn't serve as a fuse, it served to extinguish a fire. It brought people together to see the mindlessness of war. Many people insist the song contributed to the IRA's ceasefire announcement in August 1994.

I didn't know any of this until I came home from Ireland and fired up this video. Listening and reading the Wiki page -- while tears rolled down my face.


RIP, Dolores O'Riordan. You stood tall in the face of horror. You wrote a song and refused a king's ransom to throw it away. In the end, your song changed the world.





Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are crying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, eh-eh oh, ya-ya

I lived in Hollywood, CA for 11 years many years ago, played music in a couple of bands. Never got that record deal. It was all glam rock when I moved out there. That was never my thing. My first band played hard rock/heavy metal, we tried to buck the system. It didn't work. Poison was not yet signed but all the rage. Guns N' Roses got signed, obviously, Jane's Addiction, etc. Great bands. But still? Most of the unsigned bands were glam bands. Style over substance. Ick.

I was so freakin' happy when grunge music came out. Finally, some good music again! The whole LA music scene changed in about three weeks, not exaggerating. I've never saw anything like that before in my life.

This song is badass. A little lengthy for my taste, but whatever. Lyrics are great.

Without further ado:

"I've been is this game for years- it's made me an animal..."
(The Notorious B.I.G. "10 Crack Commandments")

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Many folk might think that We Musicians are part of a 'lofty' breed... Artsy-craftsy, soft, sweet... members of The Getalong Gang.
Kumbaya, MF....


Please allow me to dispel that myth, in no uncertain terms.

We MF's are every bit as nasty, competitive, ruthless, and vicious as any other peer group.
Trust me.

In fact, we're much worse than most professions. Imagine the competitiveness of players on an NFL team. Then, play it out over a career that spans 40-50 years, instead of 10-15. In that much time, a person gets to hear (and hone) some of the most razor-thin cuts imaginable:

1. "I was told by all my teachers that there were specific places to put one's fingers on the strings..."
2. "This mf treats frets like suggestions..."
3. "His fingers play the viola like lightning- they never strike in the same place twice..."
4. "He drives that guitar like Stevie Wonder drives a car-"
5. "The difference between a sax solo and a lawn mower- the mower is tuned-up when you start it."
6. "She had a voice that could shatter Tupperware..."

7. A local radio personality hosted a weekly Jazz-related show. He was an amateur player of middling ability, who paid extra money to display vanity license plates that read: JAZMAN.
An anonymous member of the local Legit Jazz Community used an indelible magic marker to drop quotation marks around the JAZ part of his plate. Passive/aggressive on 'roids. yo.

8. "She plays the violin like Helen Keller."
9. " His solos are never more than a half-step off from the right notes..."

10. -and my favorite- overheard by me, at an intimate Jazz club, during a set break among players who were taking a break at the table next to me:
"What did you think of [insert player's name here]'s drum solo?

"It sounded like he kicked his entire kit downs 2 flights of stairs."


Don't f with us musicians.
We're all about The Real- and we don't play.

.02,
Clemdawg.

I have this reoccurring nightmare,I bolt straight out of bed,screaming "It's a Lie,it's a lie!
The stupid dog starts barking and the woman growls.I tell I'm sorry but it's a lie,there is no such thing as sugar magnolia.Only one thing gets me right again;

Buffalo Springfield

For What It's Worth

Toy Caldwell was the guitarist for Marshall Tucker band. People of a certain age probably remember the song Can't You See which he sang with MTB and played lead guitar on. He eventually left the band and struck out on his own. He recorded his first solo album then died in his sleep. He was a very talented guitarist that I don't feel ever got the credit he deserved.

That was both hilarious, and lotsa truth! “His fingers are like lightning, they never hit the same place twice!”

What a beautiful song this is. Super mellow. Love it:

George and the Destroyers are an excellent concert. My wife and I went to a "small" venue auditorium here in town maybe 4 years ago. Above one of the main halls here in town, maybe 12,000 seats is a smaller venue, the Walker theater, that seats maybe 900 people.

Great sound and all the seats are like stage front center at any large venue. It's about the only place I like to go anymore. I have tickets to see Marty Stuart next month and Asleep at the Wheel in April, a bucket list band for me. I would best describe them as a Texas Boogie, Swing band.

I was blown away the first time I heard that song.

CSN and then CSNY had a very distinctive sound.

Alison Krauss & Union Station are releasing their first new album in 14 years. Here is the first cut I've heard from it.....

I always love a ballad in 3/4 time.

When one comes on at a party, I like to sit back and count the seconds before everyone in the room begins to subconsciously sway in time to that ONE-two-three, ONE-two-three...
Most of the time, the conversation doesn't stop, the party's flow continues... but now, multiple bodies are moving/heads are nodding in sync with the 'audible wallpaper' in the background. It's subtle- and they don't even know it's happening as they do it. I love it. The power of music to move.

It's in all of us- the Universal Language that needs no translator.

Alison's purity of voice is what grabs people. It's clean, clear- and honestly evocative. Huge fan for years.

Nice share.

I have see Allison several times. I can't explain why but early in her career Chattanooga supported her. Ever since she always plays here, and starts many of her tours here.

She started the tour with Robert Plant here. Great concert. Here is a sample of a little rock-a-billy...hints of rock and a county back sound.

Sorry folks, that's damn good. If you don't like that, I can't help you. I like music that has some country licks mixed with a rock beat.

I loved their collaboration! A lot of good music came out of that.

New find.

From way back in time

Donovan........Mellow Yellow