Yesterday was Elvis Presley's birthday. I have nothing prepared. I'll just say this. 1956 Elvis, G.I. Elvis, Elvis movies..."Clambake" and "Change Of Habit" included...fat Elvis, Vegas Elvis, druggy Elvis, peanut butter and bacon Elvis, country Elvis, and especially '68 "Comeback" Elvis... it's all great Elvis. Why? 'Cause he's fucking Elvis. So, Happy Birthday, Elvis Aron Presley. Just about everyone wants to be you, whether or not they say so. (Except maybe Josh Groban.)
And while I've got you, how come nobody named Elvis before Elvis did anything to make the world refer to him as just Elvis?
Saw Glen Campbell on Saturday night. The "Goodbye Tour" hit NYC's Town Hall. I was there.
I saw Glen Campbell.
His guitar playing was off the hook. Not just flashy, but tasty and creative. He knew exactly what he was doing
Got a ride home.
His voice, near perfect.
The band, which consisted of Glen's kids, shouldn't have been the band. I'm sure there was a reason, as Ashley, his 20-something year-old daughter kept a keen eye on him, and helped him plenty, guiding him, cueing lyrics, and just reminding him who and where he was, throughout what was probably a difficult night...like most nights, I assume...for a man in his condition. My friend referred to them as "functional." I guess that's fair. I believe Glen deserved better for his farewell tour. Am I being petty?
Aside from that, I've got nothing.
I wouldn't have missed it for the world. A fantastic night. He had me at "Gentle On My Mind," an opening that I will never forget. It was hard to ignore the Alzheimer's. At times, Glen's behavior left you squirming to find a way to help. We can only imagine what he's feeling.
Jimmy Page turns 68 today. I won't bore you with another 50 words on why the mighty Zep is important or why there's more to this band than just their first two records, or how brilliant their improvisational skills were when performing live. No. I won't waste 50 words on stuff you already know just because it's Jimmy's birthday. It's not like he's reading. Instead, take a listen to the short piece music above from the otherwise forgettable "Death Wish II" soundtrack. I've always loved his playing on this.
Speaking of birthdays...The Dame, Miss David Bowie, turned 65 yesterday. I won't begin to expound on just what kind of Bowie fan I am. The photo below should give you an idea of how he affected me in the late 70s. My gift to you.
There is a lengthy Bowie post in our future. Until then, here is a monster performance from October of 2002, one of my very favorites. Just look at this set list. I mean, the fucking "Bewlay Brothers."
It's a long show, so it's broken into 3 zips.
Life On Mars
Ashes To Ashes
Look Back In Anger
Speed Of Life
Be My Wife
I'm Afraid Of Americans
5:15 The Angels Have Gone
I've Been Waiting For You
Heathen (The Rays)
I Would Be Your Slave
A New Career In A New Town
Everyone Says "Hi"
The Bewlay Brothers
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