Wesley ,'Chosen'
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.
From the comments on the WFMU blog:
"I refuse to believe the Ezrin story. Can you back it up?"
No, if I could've backed it up, I would have done so instead of citing where I read it. There are numerous references to this tale online, but I couldn't find any in which Ezrin himself is quoted. I also couldn't find any in which Ezrin denies it.
I find it hard to believe too, but... hmmm....
It's repeated in several Mojo articles and all the half-dozen or so books I've read about Lou Reed. Hell, even if it isn't true, it should be.
It's one of the many reasons I hardly ever listen to Berlin, which is icy-beautiful but thoroughly unpleasant.
This. So definitely this, though "Lady Day" is a great song. Since it opens the album (aside from a brief overture) it's real easy to just listen to the one song, rather than plunge into the whole pit of despair that is BERLIN.
New mix this morning for Li'l Sphere's daycare:
Baby-a-Go-Go:
All baby-approved in advance!
All baby-approved in advance!
That'll get their diaper-clad asses moving!
Free your mind, and your diaper-clad ass will follow.
Everytime he hears "Land of A Thousand Dances," Li'l Sphere starts clapping his hands and trying to sing along with the "na na na" part, which is awe-inspiring.
Speaking of asses...would it be a pain in yours to get me a copy of that baby mix, Corwood? I think the twins in my life need it.
Not at all! Please re-send your address info to haydenchilds at gmail dot com. I guarantee delivery before they turn 16.