When I post music I think of how my (now) old friend Travis might be giving me the hairy eyeball, that is, if it doesn’t meet his standards – whatever they are. In the old days he listened to rock tunes of yore, but has since branched out. He turned me onto Amy Winehouse long before her meltdown.
This Devendra guy reminded me, at first, of Travis. Not of the music he might like, but of him. Then I watched Summertime (From the comments: “I could have done without the dancing hippy stripper dude though … think I got brain damage from watching that.†) and this interview and I realized that there is virtually no similarity other than, perhaps, looks, though Trav’s dad might argue with even that.
What I finally figured out is that Devendra is like every third person I met while living on Beacon St. back in the early Seventies. And that, I think, is a good thing.
*****
Travis, you might be interested to know that Benny is still hitchhiking to work from in Cambridge to Townsend. I drove by him in Acton the other day and saw him rousted by some jackbooted jackass.
adam
Childlike. Duh. His band is like a multi-faceted circus mirror of him, all facial hair and clothing affectation variants. The skinny backup singer who’s a cross between Boy George, Mick Fleetwood and an erstwhile Mexican bandido extra out of a spaghetti western fascinates me …
Lyrics a nice counterpoint to “Man That I’ve Become” (Michael, could not find a good link to Nick Lowe singing this song — can you?)
jennifer
The man who complains when we leave out punctuation leaves out subjects and verbs instead.
michael
; )
michael
Nick Lowe
Man That I’ve Become
Theres a kind of man
that you sometimes meet
Worlds passing him by
on wing-ed feet
he walks around
with his senses numb
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
The kids all know him
’cause when they play
he comes and shoos
them away
he’s irritated
by everyone
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
The friends he had
are ‘so-called’ now
they all slipped
away somehow
he’s had the blues
much more than some
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
He wont go to church
cause his faiths all gone
The sweet singing of the choir
will only drive him home
as for comfort
he hasn’t got a crumb
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
He wont go to church
its too loud for him now
the sweet singing of the choir
is nothing but a row
his hearts a prune
when it once was a plum
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
Jen
Great song. Best lyric: I need you to recongize my friends, cause they’re there even though you don’t see them.
And why did the cape go out of fashion? So cool in a rock star.
BirdBrain
Excellent song, lyrics,drums, guitar riffs….and makeup.
michael
When I post music I think of how my (now) old friend Travis might be giving me the hairy eyeball, that is, if it doesn’t meet his standards – whatever they are. In the old days he listened to rock tunes of yore, but has since branched out. He turned me onto Amy Winehouse long before her meltdown.
This Devendra guy reminded me, at first, of Travis. Not of the music he might like, but of him. Then I watched Summertime (From the comments: “I could have done without the dancing hippy stripper dude though … think I got brain damage from watching that.†) and this interview and I realized that there is virtually no similarity other than, perhaps, looks, though Trav’s dad might argue with even that.
What I finally figured out is that Devendra is like every third person I met while living on Beacon St. back in the early Seventies. And that, I think, is a good thing.
*****
Travis, you might be interested to know that Benny is still hitchhiking to work from in Cambridge to Townsend. I drove by him in Acton the other day and saw him rousted by some jackbooted jackass.
adam
Childlike. Duh. His band is like a multi-faceted circus mirror of him, all facial hair and clothing affectation variants. The skinny backup singer who’s a cross between Boy George, Mick Fleetwood and an erstwhile Mexican bandido extra out of a spaghetti western fascinates me …
michael
Me too.
smiling
Lyrics a nice counterpoint to “Man That I’ve Become” (Michael, could not find a good link to Nick Lowe singing this song — can you?)
jennifer
The man who complains when we leave out punctuation leaves out subjects and verbs instead.
michael
; )
michael
Nick Lowe
Man That I’ve Become
Theres a kind of man
that you sometimes meet
Worlds passing him by
on wing-ed feet
he walks around
with his senses numb
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
The kids all know him
’cause when they play
he comes and shoos
them away
he’s irritated
by everyone
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
The friends he had
are ‘so-called’ now
they all slipped
away somehow
he’s had the blues
much more than some
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
He wont go to church
cause his faiths all gone
The sweet singing of the choir
will only drive him home
as for comfort
he hasn’t got a crumb
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
He wont go to church
its too loud for him now
the sweet singing of the choir
is nothing but a row
his hearts a prune
when it once was a plum
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become
If you know him
thats the kind of Man That I’ve Become