How I Fell in Love with The Brian Jonestown Massacre

It was a bright and sunny evening - the golden hour - perfect timing for joyful music, accompanied by various lively birds. Bedtime coming for them. And then these tones that had the power to take me back to a time in experimental audiophile cultural history I barely missed, but recognized all the same. Lovely, meandering, mysterious accented touch of melody and space time. 1992 to 1963... zip zoom flash.

This is one of the only professionally done videos for BJM's "When Joker's Attack," and there's a funny 11th hour story that goes with it, including such hijinks as losing the barely budgeted tape by driving away with it on top of the car, looking for an address to try to make it right, finding the wrong place with this distinctive woman hanging out alonem though she didn't live there, and agreeing to make a new quickly crafted video based on her.

Below that one is one of "The Dandy Warhol's" more psych-rock-synth-countrified songs from the recent album since I love both bands, and not because they're both linked in the documentary, "Dig!" From their Odditorium: "THE LEGEND OF THE LAST OF THE OUTLAW TRUCKERS AKA THE BALLAD OF SHERIFF SHORTY from the Beat The World release ...Earth To The Dandy Warhols dir. Mike Bruce ©2008 The Dandy Warhols dandywarhol.com.

These are my first embeds. Enjoy! If it's not you're style... or even should it be so, in either case... thanks for stopping by!


The Ambassador of Morning

Welcome to my first ever blog. Woohoo! Someone told me it would be neato. And that's a quote. This name is from the Pink Floyd song, Echoes... on Meddle. I always wanted to make a t-shirt, but it's only here instead. Thirty-six years later. Coincidence? I think not.

"Echoes (Waters, Wright, Mason, Gilmour) 23:27 

Overhead the albatross 
Hangs motionless upon the air 
And deep beneath the rolling waves 
In labyrinths of coral caves 
An echo of a distant time 
Comes willowing across the sand 
And everything is green and submarine. 

And no one called us to the land 
And no one knows the where's or why's. 
Something stirs and something tries 
Starts to climb toward the light. 

Strangers passing in the street 
By chance two separate glances meet 
And I am you and what I see is me. 
And do I take you by the hand 
And lead you through the land 
And help me understand 
The best I can. 

And no one called us to the land 
And no one crosses there alive. 
No one speaks and no one tries 
No one flies around the sun.... 

Almost everyday you fall 
Upon my waking eyes, 
Inviting and inciting me 
To rise. 
And through the window in the wall 
Come streaming in on sunlight wings 
A million bright ambassadors of morning. 

And no one sings me lullabyes 
And no one makes me close my eyes 
So I throw the windows wide 
And call to you across the sky...."