Saturday night tristesse

Some of you will remember last saturday I´ve got the blues. The loneliness of the lone lawyer at the office with no more Jack Daniels in the bottle. Evangeline waiting to be played in the main client chair, just in front of me, and a wet mist that came with the high tide covering the big window (a Vincent painting rendition).
Two last teardrops of Old nº 7 went to aromatize one mini thick cigar and before playing I needed to share some vids with you. Jim Croce irrupted on my mind, alltough I didn´t played him since I was 20. Phyllis, Scott. Peggy, Jimmy, Ian, Bea Jo...,thanks for being with me commenting, posting lines of the lyrics, etc. I´ll sware you that I felt you so close.
And as I´ve said to you, just when the dawn was rising I finished the song I´ve posted on this blog. I know the lyrics ain´t superb but joint with music it was enough to drove me to my bed, cured and empty.
Drinking loneliness tube shots with you dear friends, is one of the plains that I like most. If you´re on the net, next saturday more (I know I will be blue).
Thanks again.

Maurindaa returns, AND HOW¡¡¡

Let´s listen to this fantastic Maurindaa song. The psychedelic bus is so proud to have artist like Maurindaa, Richie, Toni and Ed,...We´re on the trip to never ever land with great, great music. JUST CLICK IN THE TITTLE AND PLAY IT LOUD¡¡¡

Hope You Remember When (Cozmicfolkfan)

HOPE YOU REMEMBER WHEN

These words, bonita, are hard to find
And even I don´t know how it will work,
A screaming shout, a silent crying
Hard nights for a tipsy clown


I would like to be so proud
Burying the dried flowers you gave me,
And telling friends soberb and loud
That your flight doesn´t hurt me

but

I walked the streets tonight
Trying to feel the same, nena
Hope you remember when
Hope you remember when
Trying to feel the same, nena
Hope you remember when
Hope you remember when

The deceived hipster touched gold
First time you let me comb your hair,
Stoned and naked over the sticky floor
You were showing your distant way

Guess you like it, did you smile?
Darling you really have your tender
Believing you loved me, for a while
You were the sweetest of your gender

and

I walked the streets tonight
Trying to feel the same, nena
Hope you remember when
Hope you remember when
Trying to feel the same, nena
Hope you remember when
Hope you remember when

Sweet Maurindaa and the Witch Mercatoria

Maurindaa is a cyber friend of mine who rocks so fine. She plays guitar good and sings even better. You know she´s one of our favs. Maura is a hippie, so she´s on the bus and the bus is grated to take her with us to never ever land.
Witch Mercatoria is allways chasing dollars in the net. Her sons the ugly "dwarflawyers" had began a prosecution against Maurindaa, trying to forbide her posts of own covers with an interesed interpretation of the author rights.
We want to tell Mercatoria and the "dwarflawyers" that when an author sings own songs there´re two kinds of rights to protect. The one that´s born over the composition and another over the playing inself. The composition could be played, as we play Mozart and other partitures, and only if you earn money with the cover you´ve to pay to the author. The own interpretation is so personal and I can´t post Hotel California original Eagles cover as my own.
There´s a recognized right for everybody to make "art over art". Just remember Mozart Operas where he included popular tunes of his time that weren´t compossed by him (Non piu andrai, for example).
Maurindaa the bus is with you, we love your covers and if you like you can post your vids here.We are going to add Maurindaa´s blog: http://mysongtoyou.blogspot.com, to favs.
Peace & Love and KEEP ON ROCKING ¡¡¡

A Poem for Gram by DA Woods

Peggy Hanson además de ofrecernos sus magníficas camisetas (www.cypresscowboy.com) me mando este poema que había encontrado en la red. La foto de los FBB la copié del especial sobre el Country 2, de Carretera Sin Fin, enorme y genial, cuyo enlace tenéis en la parte izquierda en la Lista de Blogs (merece totalmente la pena).

I saw this nice GP poem online by DA Woods:

The flying brother,
who sang like no other,
a tortured soul inside.
Death at an early age,
a vacant stage,
Joshua tree county landslide.
Sin City blue,
mohair hair suit,
reaching for stardom.
Music kept alive,
an idol to thrive,
Goodnight and R.I.P. Gram.

On the comments, Richie Auriemma posted this, that we hang on the main page:
Ode to Gram
May we never forget
The music he made
None of us can regret
He died very young
Was not here very long
But he left us his fortune
Of beautiful songs
Out in the desert
The fire burned bright
But there was no family
Only demons in sight
Will Gram ever rest
Where does it all fit in
Its must be in that lonely
Ol' Hickory Wind

A Song for Gram (Cozmicfolkfan)

Hey you,
roadie pilgrim that follows that star in the western skies
Don´t forget it´s shining more brightly at the cold dawn
Keep your attention, just that moment, when the sun arise
Can you hear that voice singing above Mojave sands?

"Warm evenings, pale mornings with a bottle of blues"
Fine and mellow, shakes softly your stoned heart
And a million of Nudie rhinestones claim your dues
on each and every little drop of American dew.

Take care to manage that “deadly Denver bend”,
Although “we all got wheels to take ourselves away”
But your hands must be firm and your eyes open wide,
Farther along from Boulder it´s placed Cheyenne.

Me and not heading west “to grow up with the country”
So faraway over that deep blue Atlantic sea,
Where “truckers, kickers and cowboy angels”
Only could be found high on whiskey daydreams

But some sleepless nights when the sky is clear
My burning throat spread impossible tunes,
Flowing to the west, across the eternal Milky Way
Riding diligent on chords, sounding just for you

Reverbnation Country Chart

Echarnos un cable viendo el vid para que subamos en el chart ¡¡¡

Es puro folk-psicodélico (doy fe).

Richie Auriemma. The Sensational Liz Richie Band II

How precious is life? How golden is the time we keep?How do we love each other tomorrow? My answer for all 3 is simple: "allways". El autor de esta reflexión es mi amigo Richie Auriemma, a quien hoy dedicamos esta entrada del autobús lisérgico. De este autobús que sigue tirando millas dedicado a expandir lo que ya todos conocéis.

Richie es un gran poeta y un enorme músico. Me encantan sus canciones y me sobrecoge enormemente su forma de escribir. Ya hemos subido al blog "Loving me tonight". Subiremos más canciones y una selección de sus textos:

"Sometimes i think to myself, how much of my life evolves around music.Or how much does music evolve around my life? I guess I've struggled with that for years & finally I think I've finally had my major epiphany about it (Richie Auriemma)"

En este enlace tenéis sus canciones: "Enough" es una canción triste, muy personal en una clave musical de folk-psychedélico, que a mí personalmente me encanta y Richie domina. En la misma línea, pero más alegre "Tea". "Lean with me" habla de un sueño de Richie, es menos folk y más "rock", me recuerda a Paul Verlaine, pero esta es una opinión muy personal. Siguiendo esta línea "Feel" es puro "rock", mientras que "Blue Eyes Cryin´" es un blues. Como puede apreciarse, Richie domina abundantes registros.

http://www.soundclick.com/thesensationallizrichieband
(basta pulsar en el título de la entrada y os reenvia a soundclick).
Liz, su pareja le acompaña en la banda. Lo que significa Liz para Richie, nadie mejor que él para contarlo:

"I look at this woman & I freeze.Time stops.Every time.Every day.Its more than a "fire inside" or lust, or infatuation.Its actually quite simple.Liz=Love (Richie Auriemma)".

Sería bueno traerle por aquí. Esta preparando un CD donde el toca todos los instrumentos.Y es muy gratificante pensar que somos parte de su sueño:

"My dream is to make people happy with my music.Very happy, in fact".
Richie

Una gran canción