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"i just happen to be here, and it's okay." -caetano veloso


"sing a simple song but keep the swing strong." -de la soul


"think straight, keep a clean plate." -joanna newsom


"keep a clean nose, watch the plain-clothes." -bob dylan


"keep your feet warm, but keep your clothes on." -harry nilsson


"it took me about three or four weeks to toilet train my cat, nightlife. most of the time is spent moving the box very gradually to the bathroom." -charles mingus


"think about something else. was art tatum talented?" -shoot the piano player


"she had a chihuahua named carlos that had some kind of skin disease and was totally blind." -tom waits


"he had a huge room with nothing in it except this huge vast hammond organ, right next door to the police." -david bowie


"he's got a mind like a sewer, and a heart like a fridge" -elvis costello


"you can't hold the hand of a rock 'n' roll man." -joni mitchell


"lou's jukebox spun for love and many other things, too – beauty, pain, history, courage, mystery" -laurie anderson


"hey there, hey now, well, you can make a pacemaker blink, easy thing, make a man's heart go bibbity boom. -john cale


"i’ve still got things inside me, sad things, happy things, that people don’t know about." -loretta lynn


"to try to maximize the relationship of listening to a record through promotion is like experiencing driving a car by reading about stimulus programs." -bonnie 'prince' billy


"after cheesecake with all of your friends and family, who's gonna front the bill? me... say you want to take first-class trips, well i want to work those first-class hips. yes i do." -r. kelly


"too much cheesecake too soon! old money's better than new" -roxy music


"my mother used to tell me about vibrations. to think that invisible feelings, invisible vibrations existed scared me to death." -brian wilson


"i could even find it in my heart to love mike love." -belle & sebastian


"i'm going to boogie my scruples away." -lowell george


"i'm a lunatic, and you are so super cool." - george jones


"i'm an idiot for you." -iggy pop


"i'm good and i'm bad and i'm happy and i'm sad and i'm lazy" -willie nelson


"i drive a rolls-royce, cause it's good for my voice." -t.rex


"i mean every letter in the words in the sentences of my quotes." -lil' wayne


"lyrics choochoo from my mouth like locomotion." - pato banton


"i'm dealing in rock and roll. i'm not a bonafide human being." -phil spector


"phil approached me with a bottle of kosher red wine in one hand and a .45 in the other, put his arm around my shoulder and shoved the revolver into my neck and said, 'leonard, i love you.' i said, 'i hope you do, phil.'" -leonard cohen


"they’d whisper at each other and look at phil and whisper at each other. finally this lady, tanked, comes over to phil and says, 'alright, sonny, what’s your problem?' and he said, 'premature ejaculation, what’s yours?'" -tom wolfe


"i bite my nails and if that fails i go get myself stoned, but when i do i think of you and head myself back home." -gram parsons


"i would say groucho marx, to name one thing, and willie mays, and the second movement of the jupiter symphony, and louis armstrong’s recording of potatohead blues, swedish movies, naturally. sentimental education by flaubert, marlon brando, frank sinatra, those incredible apples and pears by cézanne, the crabs at sam wo’s, tracy’s face." -woody allen


"where have you been all my life?" -emmylou harris, to my brother tommy


brian eno songs that will make good book titles for my 10-volume memoir, in order: here he comes, baby's on fire, golden hours, brutal ardour, taking tiger mountain, events in dense fog, through hollow lands, some of them are old, everything merges with the night, dead finks don’t talk


ry cooder albums that every man should own: into the purple valley, boomer's story, paradise and lunch


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#1 song on the white album (tie): long long long, happiness is a warm gun


"the only word is love." -john lennon


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"the moon is clear, the sky is bright, i'm happy as the horse's shite." -the pogues


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#1029: tabu ley rochereau - sorozo (c. 1977)

tabu ley rochereau, sometimes called the king of congolese rumba, le seigneur, the voice of lightness, and sometimes the elvis of africa, a nickname that doesn’t do justice to his music’s lilting sweetness or his work’s enormous scope, died yesterday at 76.

i’ve been listening to his albums and thinking about someone i admired even more, peter w. kaplan, who passed away the day before, nov. 29, at 59. working for him at the new york observer was as memorable, mystifying, and momentous as you may have heard.

what i missed after he left the paper almost half a decade ago was his tortoiseshell-framed view of the kingdom of new york: reporting under him meant doing your tiny part to help chronicle his cast of characters — madcap royalty, grotesque knaves, tragic beauties and plotting princes. they weren’t relics of the musty past, they were here in the city! sleeping together and falling out, failing up, making fortunes, suing each other, breaking laws and writing them, and it was up to us to get it all down. every week i wrote about their gilded castles, inheriting the new york real estate column manhattan transfers from tom mcgeveran, gabe sherman, and michael calderone, just three of the dozens of intimidatingly funny and smart observer journalists from that era.

when peter got very sick over the past months, i realized something that never occurred to me during my years as a staff reporter in his newsroom: he wasn’t just a chronicler of the kingdom, he was a member of it, and the best kind: royal but humble, weird, loyal, obscure, and funny. he wore the same khaki uniform everyday, he would appear suddenly at intersections in larchmont, where my brother and sister and i went to mamaroneck high school with his sons and daughter, he would wag his fists out in front of him with his pinkies pointed outwards to make a point about dolly lenz or waistlines or julian niccolini or harvard or ed koch or the apthorp or bob caro or grand central’s lower level or ian schrager or the hudson river. i wish i could see it again. i love tabu ley’s music, but we loved peter.

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who are you, peanut faircloth? i found you and your sweet tie and ears that look like mine while looking for a photograph of boudleaux and felice bryant, who wrote my favorite everly brothers song. you are the best.
update: it appears charlie “peanut” faircloth liked coffee, cigarettes, and tears, and was a beloved disc jockey in macon, augusta, nashville, muscle shoals and chattanooga (in that order), with friends like boudleaux and felice but also ernest tubb, hank snow, brenda lee, red foley, and elvis presley. he died in 2010, survived by his wife of 61 years, frances, and their four children, eleven grandchildren, and nine great-grandchildren.

who are you, peanut faircloth? i found you and your sweet tie and ears that look like mine while looking for a photograph of boudleaux and felice bryant, who wrote my favorite everly brothers song. you are the best.

update: it appears charlie “peanut” faircloth liked coffee, cigarettes, and tears, and was a beloved disc jockey in macon, augusta, nashville, muscle shoals and chattanooga (in that order), with friends like boudleaux and felice but also ernest tubb, hank snow, brenda lee, red foley, and elvis presley. he died in 2010, survived by his wife of 61 years, frances, and their four children, eleven grandchildren, and nine great-grandchildren.

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#1012: lefty frizzell - i love you in 1,000 ways (1967, road to nashville)

even lefty frizzell’s entry in the encyclopedia of country music sounds like a lefty frizzell song: “as time went by, frizzell suffered from an increasing drinking problem and a penchant for womanizing. such distractions certainly didn’t help his creative progress, but artists who were influenced by lefty’s work, and there were more than a few who became major, suggested that with a little luck lefty could have been a superstar.” one of them was merle haggard, who said: “hearing lefty’s voice was a turning point in my life. he delivered every line in a song like henry fonda. every break was authentic.” that’s true. if henry fonda was steinbeck, and merle haggard was a bottle of whiskey, lefty frizzell was the sky.

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#990: elvis presley (with scotty moore & d.j. fontana) - blue christmas (1968)

do you know that look in elvis’ eyes when he’s onstage with his childhood friends in his ‘68 comeback special? when d.j. fontana is thwacking an empty guitar case with his drum sticks, scotty moore is playing the case’s guitar as well as he did in 1955 when the three of them were still called the blue moon boys, and it all makes elvis so happy that he sings a wrong word after the chorus and has to muffle a vibrato giggle? that’s what i hope your holidays are like, friends, and your new year, too.

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don’t forget el’s last great disc, and click above for very high resolution

don’t forget el’s last great disc, and click above for very high resolution

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the king on the cover of griel marcus’ mystery train, images of america in rock n roll music, the best elvis cover since guralnick’s, thanks to ray johnson’s help.

the king on the cover of griel marcus’ mystery train, images of america in rock n roll music, the best elvis cover since guralnick’s, thanks to ray johnson’s help.

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have you ever read peter guralnick’s epic and biblical two-volume elvis presley biography, last train to memphis and careless love? it’s like a combination of tom wolfe’s beautiful story about phil spector, the first tycoon of teen, and the power broker. except whereas nobody but liars have ever gotten to the end of the power broker, you’ll finish both elvis books because they have the best writing about sad american men since arthur miller.
you may want to learn spanish with me so we can read this handsome-looking translation together.
more elvis is here.

have you ever read peter guralnick’s epic and biblical two-volume elvis presley biography, last train to memphis and careless love? it’s like a combination of tom wolfe’s beautiful story about phil spector, the first tycoon of teen, and the power broker. except whereas nobody but liars have ever gotten to the end of the power broker, you’ll finish both elvis books because they have the best writing about sad american men since arthur miller.

you may want to learn spanish with me so we can read this handsome-looking translation together.

more elvis is here.

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#831: big mama thornton and buddy guy - hound dog (1965)

i would stand on doc pomus’ coffee table in phil spector’s high heels and say that jerry leiber wrote the most quietly filthy and loudly adorable pop music of the 20th century’s soft midsection. where would we be without the verses of spanish harlem that sway like hips? the sashaying shuffle of kansas city? the molasses-sticky come ons in elvis’ love me, not to mention the hound dog that he butchered? leiber and the one-month-older mike stoller even produced stuck in the middle with you, because they could, and because no one else could’ve made music good for ear cutting. jerry leiber is dead at 78.

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#806: tony joe white - poke salad annie (1969)

the beach boys’ vegetables is a better and sweeter song, and it has paul mccartney chewing celery in the background, but as far as highly vulgar late-60s vegan-approvable rock songs go, poke salad annie gets extra points for crossing a certain invisible line of innuendo. it’s hard to put your finger on, but elvis presley said it well when he offered, “everybody calls it poke salad. and that’s poke! salad! poke! hut, two, three, four, hut, hut, two, three, four, hut, hut, two, three, four, yeah, ang, ang, ang, mom, mom, pop, pop, huh, huh, huh, bop, two, three, four, hut, hut, hut, two, three, four.” wonderful.

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#804: kevin ayers - falling in love again (1976)

i’ve never been this full-heartedly romantic or this half-liddedly druggy, but someone’s got to be and thank god it’s kevin ayers. the man slept with his bandmate john cale’s wife the night before this, prompting dear john to later say, “the bugger in the short sleeves fucked my wife, did it quick and split.” that’s the first line of guts, the first song on the album of the same name (the one with the outstanding elvis presley and jonathan richman covers.) kevin ayers had guts, and he also had the ability to make a piano explode by gently tossing a glass of champagne into it after he’s done playing: just watch.

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#796: billy swan - don’t be cruel (1975)

elvis presley filled a bath with warm cough syrup, washed for the first time in days, drank up the bathwater, dried off his pompadour, stepped out of the steamy bathroom, emptied eight prescriptions from dr. nick*, slowly dressed up as a wild west sheriff, opened his mouth, and that’s how he turned into a beautiful billy swan. 

really though, a girl played this for me for the first time very late one night last week and i thought i’d just about fall over. i once swore that john cale’s heartbreak hotel was the best elvis presley cover from 1975, but, friends, a man who can admit he was wrong about something important is a man indeed.

*dr. george c. “nick” nichopoulos, not dr. nick riviera

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the face john cale made when he found out he came in 2nd place in the 1975 elvis presley cover competition.

the face john cale made when he found out he came in 2nd place in the 1975 elvis presley cover competition.

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#696: gillian welch (with david rawlings) - elvis presley blues (2007, bbc)

who am i to complain, because when she opens her mouth poppies and the confederacy and rainbows come out, and when i open mine it’s not particularly excellent insights into old music videos and new york city financiers, but what’s been happening with gillian welch? she should not be singing back-up for mediocre decemberists songs on conan o’brien’s tbs show, she should get back to making albums about murderers, mephistopheles, morphine, mornings, and miners, which are the subjects of five of the first six songs on hell among the yearlings—the other being good ‘til now, the prettiest song of them all. and that album was a matchstick next to the candelabra of time (the revelator), which, start to finish, would have made hank williams moan like a baby, especially dear someone. the only thing she’s made since then is soul journey, which is okay, and has the world’s finest song about ohio beauty queens, but is now seven years old. bring it all back home, gillian.

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all i want for christmas is two or three strands of hair hanging down effortlessly from my expertly-coiffed pompadour onto a crystalline forehead.

all i want for christmas is two or three strands of hair hanging down effortlessly from my expertly-coiffed pompadour onto a crystalline forehead.

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#499: elvis - when my blue turns to gold again & blue christmas (1968)

when elvis presley took the stage for the first time in seven years to record his '68 comeback special,inviting along his original memphis bandmates scotty moore and d.j. fontana, even the reindeer dropped what they were doing to listen to their radios. when blue christmas came on in the middle of when my blue turns to gold, they quietly shed a few salty tears of joy. but when rca music executives spliced martina mcbrideinto the footage for last year’s elvis christmas duets album, santa claus got so sad that he died. the holidays are now gone forever.

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