"The Morning Hour": Moldy Peaches, Anyone Else But You

The morning hour of today should have been, actually was, one more time, the Kings of Leon, but- a kind of a relevant but-
throw in the mix a half hour waiting in the UCL hospital lounge among scaring posters about "you being the one who infects the person close to you in the next 2 minutes"
take out several litres of blood
add up sausages, scramble eggs, beans on toast
crappy weather
strange mood
a sublte headache

and the last thing you wanna hear for the day is KoL! so i started drifting, taking off from a friend's suggestion on Beirut, a couple of emails on Adam Green and- power of Youtube - I finally stumbled upon this beautiful love song, sweetly weird just as its singers (Kimya Dawson and Adam Green, aka The Moldy Peaches) and the movie whose soundtrack this was (Juno). I found the bit with the lyrics, worth every second of it.
And then i felt it, just right, this is the morning hour today!

I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you

"The Morning Hour": The Killers, The World We Live In

a few days ago I wrote about pushing an elephant... well, I came back from a long weekend in a rainy and turbulent Italy, the elephant was running all the way back against me... what a stampede...

I'm honestly short of words tonight, I'm watching Coffee and Cigarette for the second time in a row to keep me awake but I'm not doing that great. Luckily, there's a great bit with Bill Murray as a coffee junkie, that's just incredible.

"The Morning Hour": Cold War Kids, Hospital Beds

I'm pretty sure the first words I heard today from the radio were "Cheese sandwich", that at 7am in the morning are particularly suited for a sprint waking up. What's more strange is that the first thing I thought then was "Red Wine" and so I started humming "Red Wine, Success" from the Cold War Kids.

Though, since I got to pick, for the morning I went for Hospital Beds, my favourite song from their first album.
The song has a story, it is a story from the deep American country; from places miles away from the jet set, from the golden beaches of the West Coast and the Ivy League schools of the East. I can picture it through the photos of Robert Frank, through the gas stations of Ed Ruscha, through the pages of John Fante. Real people, daily problems, dull lives- but still worth a story!

"The Morning Hour": Sheryl Crow, All I Wanna Do

This ain't no country club, ain't no disco.

A spring break song today and Sheryl Crow again, in curious skinny jeans- star&striped butt.

Weather-wise, we are back to february again, and while a few morons on tv keep clapping their hands for the CNBC anniversary (a few youtube videos show how useless such a tv channel has proved to be in the years), a good and healthy thought is that it's friday afternoon and 6pm are fast approaching- ok, they could be faster...

There's some work waiting for me this weekend and I think I'll keep listening to this song just to keep up with it! It's also going to be a Garrett Pierce weekend, I hope he bodes well with photo-editing because I'd really need to pull up a few rabbits from the hat. Hoping for the best!

"The Morning Hour": Red Hot Chili Peppers, Give It Away

"The Morning Hour": Red Hot Chili Peppers, Give It Away
i guess this is the first time since I've been writing down The Morning Hour that a song is completely out of tune with my day and my mood; ah no, there's been a November Rain listened at 5am one morning.
Give It Away is the RHCP at their best, it's groovy, it's funky and very upbeat; but today I really can't listen to it.
The earthquake in Italy has proven to be much worst than a number on the Richter scale could indicate, and each single story from a victim makes that number even more meaningless.
There's a bright point in all this tragedy though: solidariety. The country, and the web actually, have mobilitated in no time with different ideas and ways to help, from money to blood, from blankets to a roof. It's great to see that Facebook users, among the thousands "doubtfully-useful" tests are also taking the time to carry messages in support of the victims or to raise money. At least, a glimpse of light!

"The Morning Hour": The Killers, Mr Brightside

It feels a bit strange to be writing The Morning Hour in the deep of the night... just a few hours before the next song will play and wake my ears to a new day... it feels also strange to be writing about a song and a group on which I wrote a lengthy article back in 2005, when I had the music column of OraD'Aria- good old groovy times! Closing the day on a slightly sad note... the link to my articles there seems to be out of order... bollocks!

the eyelids are getting heavier and the fingers more uncertain on the keyboard.. wrap it up man!

I've picked this acoustic version as I thought it may sound new to a few ones- I personally prefer the original version, it's punchier and the beat supports much better the panic mode of the average guy who finds out his girlfriend has been screwing somebody...

g'night!

“From Texas”: Billy Joel, Piano Man

Yesterday evening I was going to a grocery with a friend of mine, and his mp3 player started playing a nice song called “Piano Man” by Billy Joel.
He was surprised when I told him I didn’t know that song, although I knew the author and other songs by him.
Actually, to be sincere, I was confusing him with Roy Orbison (‘cause I was thinking of “Pretty Woman”, “Anything you want you got it” and “California blue”…yes, that moment Roy wasn’t existing in my mind)…I apologize to him.
Anyways, Chris continued complaining about the fact I didn’t know one of his most beautiful and famous song (together with “She’s Always a Woman to Me” e “Uptown girl”).

The song was written in 1973 and gives the name to the whole album, which has been his first real success.
It’s got the fascination of most of melancholic song, underlined also by the use of the mouth organ (that reminds me Bob Dylan).
It can be read as a complaining about the loneliness of one’s life, ‘cause ruts get you miss something (such as a wife, or any plan), taking as examples customers lives who’re drinking in the bar where the singer is playing the piano.
They seem to find a bit of consolation by listening to the song though.

What can I say? It is a sadly true song. You spend most of your time working, and you have to work if you want to survive, but it steals your free time and, with it, part of your life. And meanwhile time passes…