I'm a live music junkie, and I try to upload some good original videos from concerts I go to. I also write a music blog with mainly concert reviews in it (click below to check it out).
6/25/14 - I removed many of my best Tom Waits videos today after yet another stupid copyright claim from someone who does not represent Tom Waits. This has happened multiple times now and I don't wish to endanger my entire account because his copyrights are (apparently) being controlled by random people around the world. Sorry if I removed one that you liked.
Oh, you who've done much damage Oh, you of little worth And of heavy pocket And of heavy lust And of dumb luck And of swollen tongue You have stole my daughter I have loaded gun I am of little vision You of little faith You of faulty genes You ought heed my way I who protect the kids I who make demands I who speak in tongues I am a proud, proud man With no money and no trinkets I made you a drink, sir I reckon you should drink it I got a daughter and she looks like me Well she oughta, she's got half of my genes And her mother is a Carpegian From the border, she's got good needs, I thought about the water I wrote you a song You got a pretty voice My daughter praises you I think you make her moist You who are not welcome You who gave her seed You who she calls at night You who she says she needs I have begun to hate you A Judas of our town Your name a subtle poison Bring all our good men down I must take some blame I guess I shoulda known I gave you so much trust Now I'm a proud, proud man With no money and no trinkets I made you a drink, sir I reckon you should drink it I got a daughter and she looks like me Well she oughta, she's got half of my genes And her mother is a Carpegian From the border, she's got good needs, I thought about the water Bind his hands and gag his mouth my friends It is time that we all make amends Bind his hands boys, bind his hands and sing Now listen up now, I got something to say I was an evil man I did some cruel things I sold my kids, flitted from my wife I done kill a man I done kill a man I done kill a man I done kill a man I walked right into town There was a man like me there A hanging on a long rope As the town folks stood in prayer Oh Hang 'em high Hang 'em high (YODEL) Hang 'em high (YODEL) Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high Hang 'em high I got a daughter and she looks like me Well she oughta, she's got half of my genes And her mother is a Carpegian From the border, she's got good needs, I thought about the water I got a daughter and she looks like me Well she oughta, she's got half of my genes And her mother is a Carpegian From the border, she's got good needs, I thought about the water I got a grandson, he looks like me Oh he oughta, he's got most of my genes (YODEL) I got a grandson, he looks like me Oh he oughta, he's got most of my genes (YODEL) And he looks like me !
Wow... this dude is sick. I'm watching for the facial content. I guess when you play across from Thile you just have "resting jazz face" the whole time. LOL.
Audio Psychogeograhy. Like each note a footstep. The pulse of cement and steel. Each structure expressing itself and it personality. Tribal blocks in unison with the soul of the city.
