rdiakun

To me, it’s a combination of the piano and the lyrics. It’s hard to put it into words, but my best stab at it would be to say that you can tell from both that he’s put a lot of thought into them, has something to say, and says it very eloquently. In many respects, that it even more true with the instrumental work than with the vocal work, although the lyrics are intensely thought-provoking and honest, too. Maybe that’s it — he plays a very honest piano where what he’s playing comes from a special place inside of him and speaks directly to me.

Thanks, Dave… that is one of the hardest things to put into words. I know I did a hideous job of it, but that may be the best I can do without further prodding.

Rich Diakun

Were there any kids in the class named Barney, Wilma, or, dare we suggest… Fred?

Remember what Wilma said…..

Jackie wrote:

I would love to hear that song! Guess I never outgrew my liking for parody.

It’s a good thing I put “or something like that”, as my memory wasn’t 100% correct about the words in the song.

Beacuse I love you sooo much, Jackie…. here ya go! http://members.cox.net/rdiakun/music/slickstones.mp3. Feel free (all of you) to download it and pass it around or blast it from your car stereo inthe parking lot at work or whatever you feel like doing. Heck, you can even sing along in the airport, if you dare!

– Rich

Oh yeah, that definitely sounds like you took the Dammitol.

Why does this remind me of an old parody radio ad I heard decades ago? The soof was “Grace Slick endorsing Flintstones Vitamins” because “I know a thing or two about pills.” They reworked the “White Rabbit” lyrics to be something akin to “one pill looks like Barney, one looks like Betty. And the ones that look like WIlma, they don’t do anything at all. Remember what the dino said, ‘Eat you Fred.'” Or something like that. I think I should scour the ‘net and see if there’s a copy of that lurking.

– Rich

Good luck, Monida, and any and all affected by this. I guess I feel kinda silly for whining about the non-event that was Hanna wiping out Bay Days. You’re getting “the real thing” there, and they can be scary. Please make safety you first priority, and we’ll all pray that you get through it safely and that everything is relatively intact when you get home.

Rich

bryandunn wrote:

You get the prize for being first in the know. Seeing it on the Bay Days site and the local paper sites. Will be posting to the official site soon as I get more info. Now I have shirts without a home…

Worse that that, I didn’t get the chance to meet everyone…

I’m thinking, weather permitting of course, that the TapHouse is still on?

I could go for that… assuming Dominion Virginia Power and their iffy lines cooperate.

– Rich

P.S. This sucks.

daverich wrote:

ok,- so i’ll have to tame down my antics or i’ll be out on my ear at baydays!

so, no flashing the locals, and I guess throwing bottles of urine in the air is frowned upon? – oh and would stage-diving be a problem?

Seriously though,- I always thought you’d be ok as long as you didn’t wear a Marc Cohn t-shirt?

Kind Regards

Dave Rich

What would they do, Dave? Tell you that you can’t come to BayDays again? Considering that you’re one of the “locals” who would be there, that might crimp your future style!!! 😈

– Rich

I try not to associate with heathen like that

I do agree with you that Bruce’s overall popularity is a victim of what is andn isn’t presented on radio. I guess that’s pretty much true all across the music business. To some people, he might be in the “Where Are They Now?” category, whereas there are those of us who are hooked on the music he makes and anxiously wait for the next release/tour like a bunch of crack addicts waiting for the next fix. (“Wow!”, he though to himself, “this is really quite disjointed. Get to the freaking point, man. That is, of course, assuming you actually have one! Jeez! And what’s with the crack analogy?”) I’ve long since come to terms with the fact that I am no longer a member of what is known in the radio biz as “the prime demographic.” The music business is no longer concerned with my tastes and preferences, and I’m actually quite good with that. I have the time and attention span to learn to appreciate good music, even if it isn’t the flavor of the month, and to seek out more good music. I’ve got all the stinky little pop tunes I could ever want in my MP3/CD/LP collection (Yes… I actually have an MP3 of Tin Tin’s one hit, “Toast And Marmalade For Tea”, so I do have a soft spot for stinky little pop tunes), so I don’t need any more of the formulaic garbage that sells product to the prime demographic. From Hornsby, I get something more than “songs” – I get intelligent and well-thought-out “music”, and I find it stimulating both intellectually and emotionally. And there’s plenty to “just tap your toes” to, as well. (“Yo, Rich,” said that voice in my head again, “Do you actually have a point, or are you just foaming at the keyboard?”) I guess it just boils down to where you are in your life, what you’re looking for from music, what your tastes happen to be, and what turns you on. Like I said earlier, I try not to associate with heathen who don’t dig Bruce’s music I much prefer the heathen that DO dig his music!

– Rich

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