Holly Cole covering the song from Jungle Book.
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Jayne ,'Safe'
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Holly Cole covering the song from Jungle Book.
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Douglas Wolk reviews the RT box: [link]
I think he's probably right. The box is far too heavily skewed towards hardcore fans. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who has fewer than 5 or 6 of his albums.
I just got kicked out of the band I was going to play SXSW with this year. Over the phone. Less than a week before the gig. After putting quite a bit of work into learning that guy's songs exactly the way he wanted me to play them. If he'd let me quit 3 weeks ago when I offered to do so, I might have a positive opinion of the guy. But he didn't and I don't.
The lesson is: if you can't make up your mind before the last minute, you're kind of an asshole.
Jesus, Corwood, that sucks.
I'm pissed now, but it will pass. What a shitty band leader, though!
This might sound like sour grapes, but my wife would confirm that I really don't care much for his songs, which are all bland power-pop (and, seriously, his lyrics dropped into the worst possible category occasionally: "I hear stories of destruction and rumors of war/ every day is crazier than the day before." Really? Are destruction and war bad for children and other living things, too?). I was mainly playing in the band as a favor to a mutual friend, and planning to quit after this weekend. Which is the salient point: I was waiting until AFTER the big gig and LONG BEFORE the next show in late April to quit, because a) I have some fucking sense of propriety and b) I wanted to play SXSW, dammit.
That sucks!
That is indeed of the suck. And now you don't get a free wristband either, eh?
Nope, I get nothing. Except bitterness. Made worse by the fact that I felt like I was slumming in that band in the first place. Now I feel like the pale shadow of Robert Quine dismissed by the pale shadow of Matthew Sweet.
Egad, Corwood.