Showing posts with label Eric Clapton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eric Clapton. Show all posts
Friday, November 18, 2011
I Want to Hate This
but those awesome "I Don't Knows" and that dress save it.
Lose the orchestra, though.
I'd like to see Shirley with Eric Clapton.
I'd like to hear Eric Clapton play Goldfinger.
I wonder if Eric Clapton has ever covered Powderfinger?
I think I might like to hear Shirley Bassey do Powderfinger.
My spirits are clearly lifting!
Something Therapy begins to work.
I can't believe I've never heard this.
I love the vocals.
Musicians and back up singers can be taken out back and whooped along with Bassey's and Frank's though.
Best I. Don't. Know. ever.
Fun fact from Google searching: "Harrison had the first line, "Something in the way she moves," but had trouble coming up with the second. He considered "attracts me like a pomegranate," before coming up with "attracts me like no other lover."
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Most Exctiting Organ Ever
Tonight I saw that dumb cell phone commercial with Eric Clapton about a million times. Every time it reminded me that I'll never love Eric Clapton even though I try and then my mind drifted to the George Harrison happy spot and one of my favorite performances ever .. Billy Preston at The Concert for Bangladesh. It was there that I can across this great "disembodied hands" video.
(posted by BlackSciFi ... I can't wait until Friday when I have time to poke around and look/listen to a bunch of other stuff he's posted.)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thanks, Freddie

Eighteen years ago today Freddie Mercury died. I don't know why that is one of the dates I always remember. November 24? Freddie Mercury died. One of my oddest memories of a November 24 was emailing with a guy in 2003, setting up a home-made lasagne dinner date for the following week. I remember thinking as we chatted back and forth "hey, Freddie Mercury died today" but deciding not to mention it. I didn't know the guy very well and the night we met we talked about Bell Bottom Blues and the album Zuma.
Busting out the Freddie Mercury before a first date seemed risky .... I don't think these days I'd hold back. Love me, love lasagne, love Queen.
My friend J. says I should not even bother with a Battle of the Jumpsuits because Freddie automatically wins. I'm not saying he won't win but I think his competitors deserve a shot. In honor of Freddie's passing then, I will pull together my Jumpsuit Warriors this evening.
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