Brains and Beauty
I have been all over the map, thinking of what to play today.
(Really? You think about this? asks you. "Have you read my blog?" answers me).
I like this little memey thing we've started, plus it's superfantastic to know that if I haven't anything to post about of a Friday, all that's expected is a video. But then there's the whole not-being-confined-to-the-80s (the greatest era in music) thing and that just opens up so many possibilities that sometimes I'm giddy.
Or I can just do what I've been doing lately, which is play the song that has randomly emerged from the mooshy lobes of my brain. (That "I had XYZ song on my mind all day" phenomenon actually fascinates me a bit. I understand how all those songs get filed in there. The brain is really just like an iPod: stuff gets downloaded and sits there until required. But what is with that random shuffle button? Who pushes it and why does sometimes that mean that the song on my mind is something by Toto?)
This song is sung by one of the most beautiful men in the universe. He was fathered by one of the most important musicians of my lifetime, a man who also happened to be quite a feast for the eyes back in his youth. The son has a smoother voice than the old man but he certainly shares his father's gift for making stories into songs.
Or I can just do what I've been doing lately, which is play the song that has randomly emerged from the mooshy lobes of my brain. (That "I had XYZ song on my mind all day" phenomenon actually fascinates me a bit. I understand how all those songs get filed in there. The brain is really just like an iPod: stuff gets downloaded and sits there until required. But what is with that random shuffle button? Who pushes it and why does sometimes that mean that the song on my mind is something by Toto?)
This song is sung by one of the most beautiful men in the universe. He was fathered by one of the most important musicians of my lifetime, a man who also happened to be quite a feast for the eyes back in his youth. The son has a smoother voice than the old man but he certainly shares his father's gift for making stories into songs.
The Wallflowers "One Headlight"
Labels: Jukebox Friday, musical types
cobbled together by Moi at 6:40 AM
23 Comments:
His eyes cut right through to your soul! Go Jakob! Mama likey.
I don't think I can pull that off...
Love,
Julie
The apple didn't fall far from the tree with that boy..
I too have always found those eyes of his mesmerizing.
Happy Iwanski Fest All
Oh, thanks! That's one of those songs that I keep a great great memory wrapped up in. So this was like that moment when you take out your Christmas ornaments, before you actually have to do all the work of hanging them.
Don't they just, Julie?
Sure didn't, Doralong. Plus, I love the fact that his mother is Sara...she of one of the most beautiful songs a man ever wrote for a woman.
E: Yay! Iwanskifest is here!
Totally get that image, Booda. LOL.
Love me some Jakob.
I love that song. In fact, that album. Which I will dig out of its case as soon as I get home.
Do people still say "album"? Or is it officially "cd" now?
HAH HAH to Julie!
Yes, great song, hot man, a Hammond organ and Iwanskifest. pft. As if life gets any better.
Yes, CB, "album" is still appropriate because an album is a collection of things. If you call it a "record" you might get laughed at, though.
Hat, truly. I'm just sitting here waiting for the UPS man to bring the Box o' Gout and it makes me all trembly and butterfly-y. Butterfly-y. Yeah, that doesn't work.
KA: I want to put him in my pocket.
Ok, and I'm sorry but while we're all agreed that Jakob Dylan is dreamy how come no one laughed at my Toto line? I thought that was some pure comic genius right there.
I hate when I'm not as amusing as I think I am.
I don't get the Toto joke. Are you being mean? Cuz I happen to like Toto. Maybe that's why I don't get it. Maybe my mind is filtering out the being mean to Toto joke. I wonder what else my mind filters out? So...who's the President, these days? And isn't it awesome that being fat is the new thin? I like pie.
Yeah, it occured to me that the reason no one commented is cuz they all love Toto. But that can't be right, can it? Rosanna, Rosanna.
I should hold the line and move to Africa.
But creating your own reality, that's a nice little strategy. In my little world, Steve Martin is waiting for me, my kitchen floor is always clean and The Child always responds to everything I saw with, "Heavens, Mother Dear Darling, I cannot believe how blessed I am to have you as a parent. Every word from you lips is more precious than honey. Your wisdom and insight astonish me. Oh, my darling mother, how I love you".
Oh yeah, and I'm thin, too.
I'll stop laughing any second now.. OK probably not.
Gee, I like that place.. Antonio Banderas is waiting for me, my kids are both in graduate school with full scholarships and my skin and my butt both look like they did when I was 23.. Nice place to visit!
Oh well, back to reality, 2 spare kids in the house and a roast to carve up.. but that was rather a nice little break from reality for a moment there indeed.
Um...you actually are thin. Wait a minute here! Are you telling me that your imagined reality and your actual factual reality have merged into tangeable thinness? (whips out latest quantum physics book) HOLY CRAP!
You know what I like Dora and Hat? Both of you. A lot.
Hat there was a good reason you only saw the front from the neck down.. ask Tate.
Know what Lorraine? I like you and Hat both a lot too ;)
Yay us! (claps hands with glee)
Did you catch the NPR story on Friday with the music therapist? He says that musical memory, unlike our conscious memories, is stored deep in the cerebellum, which explains why many autistic savants are musical geniuses and why Alzheimer's patients who can't remember their own name can sing ditties from their youth without missing a lyric.
Oh, and I'd forgotten all about the Wallflowers. Good for Jakob, joining a band rather than totally and obviously cashing in on that last name. Are you going to see that new movie starring Richard Gere, Cate Blanchett, as Christian Bale as Bob Dylan in various stages of his career. Looks weird but with the distinct possibility of rocking the house.
Odd how we both had Dylan kicking about the mooshy lobes of our noggins.I came this close to posting a video of pops.
..and doesn't everyone look wonderfully thin in here today!
i forgot until just this very moment how in love with that dude i used to be. come to think of it, the whole band was pretty dang hot.
No, I didn't, Red. Best go look it up, eh, because that's my answer right there. And I'm sure I will see the movie. At some point. When it's on Netflix. Cuz I'm a slacker.
Sling, see that there? Great minds and all that. Plus, you know, beauty.
Monica, I think one would have to be a stone not to be moved in a variety of ways by the beauty that is Jakob Dylan.
Lorraine, beauty and brains is a sublime combination. And Jakob Dylan is pretty hot too.
Yes, he moves me alright!
Hope you are having a super day!
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