Showing posts with label the beast in me. Show all posts
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Friday, February 21, 2014

"The Beast in Me," sans commentaire

Nick Lowe
Written for, and about, Johnny Cash, his ex-step-father-in-law (for genealogy experts!)




The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bonds
Restless by day
And by night, rants and rages at the stars
God help, the beast in me

The beast in me
Has had to learn to live with pain
And how to shelter from the rain
And in the twinkling of an eye
Might have to be restrained
God help the beast in me

Sometimes 
It tries to kid me that it's just a teddy bear
Or even somehow managed 
To vanish in the air
And that is when I must beware 
Of the beast in me
That everybody knows
They've seen him out dressed in my clothes
Patently unclear
If it's New York or New Year
God help the beast in me
The beast in me



Performance from the 1994 Montreux Jazz Festival

American Recordings is the 81st album by the country singer Johnny Cash. It was released in April 1994 (see 1994 in music), the first album issued by American Recordings after its name change from Def American, the album being named after the new label. In 2003, the album was ranked number 364 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.
Cash was approached by producer Rick Rubin and offered a contract with Rubin's American Recordings label, better known for rap and heavy metalthan for country music. Under Rubin's supervision, he recorded the album in his living room, accompanied only by his guitar. For years Cash was often at odds with his producers after he had discovered with his first producer, Sam Phillips, that his voice was better suited to a stripped-down musical style. Most famously he disagreed with Jack Clement over his sound, Clement having tried to give Cash's songs a "twangy" feel and to add strings and barbershop-quartet-style singers. His successful collaboration with Rick Rubin was in part due to Rubin seeking a minimalist sound for his songs.
The songs "Tennessee Stud" and "The Man Who Couldn't Cry" were recorded live at the Viper Room, a Sunset StripLos Angeles nightclub owned at the time by Johnny Depp. "The Beast in Me" was written and originally recorded by Cash's former stepson-in-law Nick Lowe.[1]
The video for the first single, the traditional song "Delia's Gone" (directed by Anton Corbijn, featuring Kate Moss), was put into rotation on MTV, and even appeared on Beavis and Butt-head, Beavis asking if Cash was Captain Kangaroo. The album was hailed by critics and many declared it to be Cash's finest album since the late 1960s, while his versions of songs by more modern artists such as Tom Waits and Glenn Danzig (who penned a song called "Thirteen" specifically for Cash, in just twenty minutes) helped to bring him a new audience. American Recordings received a Grammy forBest Contemporary Folk Album of the Year at the 1994 Grammy Awards. The album cover was photographed whilst Cash was visiting Australia, at Werribee near Melbourne.[2]



Thursday, October 17, 2013

CRPS Update: The Things at the End of My Legs

Some people with CRPS undergo seasonal shifts.  For instance, I change from a reddish warm weather version of the disease marked by massive edema to a thinner blue that heralds colder weather.

Remember the Flip video camera that I dropped in the sink full of sudsy water while documenting the care and general abuse of a PICC line?  Well, the camera has come back to life.  Sort of.  It sometimes works perfectly but not when I use it with a purpose in mind.

For instance, wanting to document the beginning shift from red edematous skin to purplish shades of Fall, the camera began to record as it should but then refused, flat out REFUSED, to allow me to end the recording, short of simply powering it down.

I was hoping that weirdness wouldn't be noticeable but, of course, it is.  Nonetheless, here's the result.  I''m also documenting the excellent, fast healing of my toe and the lower right leg gouge from a few weeks back. As usual, despite the visual ickiness of the right leg -- at least in comparison to the left -- it is the left that leaves me screaming in the night. Weird stuff.

The music is The Beast in Me, sung by Nick Lowe.  Appropriate, I think.






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