Unabashed Musings

Judah Friedlander and a drunk version of myself outside the Comedy Cellar.

Judah Friedlander and a drunk version of myself outside the Comedy Cellar.

How do you know your best man has got your bachelor party set up to ruin you?

How do you know your best man has got your bachelor party set up to ruin you?

Richie Havens On NPR's Weekend Edition

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Richie Havens has died. He was 72. Hear an archival interview and session with the folk icon on NPR’s Weekend Edition from 2008.

I never saw a solo musician as gripping as Richie Havens on stage; just him and his guitar, pouring out his soul, making us all yearn to match his passion. Mr. Havens, you will be missed.

She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.

She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.

This is all I need.

This is all I need.

Life is is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. - Albert Einstein

Life is is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving. - Albert Einstein

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The Yeah Yeah Yeahs lay down the law at last night’s Webster Hall show. 

Sounds familiar…


It’s about time someone said so…

nprmusic:

flavorpill:

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs lay down the law at last night’s Webster Hall show. 

Sounds familiar…

It’s about time someone said so…

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A bumper sticker is a perfect way to voice sexual dissatisfaction.

A bumper sticker is a perfect way to voice sexual dissatisfaction.

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
- John Steinbeck

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
- John Steinbeck