Music
Give Me Music or Give Me Death
I don’t fret about death much. But sometimes I wonder: when my time comes, which song will send me off?
I don’t fret about death much. But sometimes I wonder: when my time comes, which song will send me off?
I could not get the weird juxtaposition of the iconic song from my formative years and the woman on the stage out of my head.
A hard rain’s gonna fall. A harsh wind’s gonna blow. And impossible decisions are gonna need to be made.
No one has called me “Pops” to my face yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
A young colleague recently showed me a graphic meant to accompany a client’s social media post. It dealt with clean water in underdeveloped areas. Prominently featured was a blue bus. I shook my head. “Makes me think of Jim Morrison,” I said, assuming the underlying narcotic use suggestion was obvious. “We don’t wanna go there.”
I could have been speaking Swahili. Blank look. “Who?”
I had a great time researching and writing the story about Duke Ellington’s concert in Fargo, and cool to get the shoutout from local columnist Bob Lind years later
A bunch of bands have written songs that include North Dakota in some way. Flyover country? You decide.
From Pink Floyd to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, there have been a lot of colors along the way.
Rock isn’t dead. It’s old and wrinkled, sure, but alive and well and still playing at Moondance Jam. Really. Saw it with my own eyes.