Re: Dead Skunk & Other Stuff
Hey Gnu Bee - I'm sorry that you couldn't listen to it - I imagine it has everything to do with the copyright laws. Rhapsody has to pay a hefty sum to RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America). I suspect that their license only covers US usage (international usage would be much higher) and since their revenues a primarily derived from US advertisers, it doesn't make finacial sense to pay extra money to reach a new audience that none of their advertisers are willing to pay for...and in the balance, there are a lot of people without access to it.
Again - I'm only guessing but based on what I know about the industry and business model, this is probably what's happening.
Now about one of my favorite songwriters - Louden Wainwright.
Unfortunately, "Dead Skunk" is the song most notably associated with Louden Wainwright http://www.lwiii.com/about.php.
HOWEVER - if you get a chance - a good compilation of his stuff is on a CD called "Career Moves" - just him and his guitar live at a famous club called "The Bottom Line" in NYC.
His music is compelling, thoughtful, sentimental but above all, funny with a very dry sense of humor. Please check it out if you can.
Here is a sample of some of his lyrics:
Happy Birthday, Elvis
Copyright ?1993 Snowden Music, Inc.
Happy birthday, Elvis; You're not really dead.
It's a lie, it's just a crock, Something some people said.
I heard a cassette of you speaking On a telephone;
From a bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne.
Happy birthday, Elvis; Fifty-eight years old today.
It isn't true, you didn't die, No matter what they say.
The colonel just decided You should drop out of sight
After the Bicentennial--The timing was just right.
(Bridge
Happy birthday, Elvis; You're alive in '93.
They took away the body, But who the hell was he?
Who was that tall fat man They buried in your place?
Just another imitator; Plastic surgeons did his face.
Happy birthday, Elvis; You still love to ball.
Somebody said she spotted you In a Memphis mall.
Check out the checkout counters; Read what the tabloids say:
Aliens abducted you, But somehow you got away.
Happy birthday, Elvis; I for one will not shed tears.
You'll be back for the millennium; That's in seven measly years.
And if you're blue and lonely, Pick up that telephone,
Down in that bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne.
And for anyone who has ever lived throught he brother-sister dynamic...this one is REALLY good...
The Picture
Copyright ?1992 Snowden Music, Inc.
There are pictures on the piano, Pictures of the family,
Mostly my kids but there's an old Picture of you and me.
You were five and I was six In 1952;
That was forty years ago- How could it be true?
We were sitting outside drawing At a table meant for cards,
And it must have been in autumn, Falling leaves in the front yard,
With a shoebox full of crayons, Full of colors oh so bright,
In a picture in a plastic frame,
A snapshot black and white.
You were looking at my paper, Watching what I drew;
It was natural: I was older, Thirteen months more than you.
A brother and a sister, A little boy and girl,
And whoever took that picture Captured our own world.
A brother needs a sister To watch what he can do,
To protect and to torture, To boss around-it's true;
But a brother will defend her For a sister's love is pure,
Because she thinks he's wonderful When he is not so sure.
In the picture there's a fender Of our old Chevrolet
Or Pontiac-our dad would know, Surely he could say;
But dad is dead and we grow old; It's true that time flies by;
And in forty years the world has changed As well as you and I.
Thank God for my wife, the midge nymph and those hapless Iowa Hawkeyes!
Took them forever to let Fox News in up there.
Originally Posted by DShock
Eric,
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