Fritz

In memory of...

Tiger got to hunt,

Bird got to fly;

Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?"

Tiger got to sleep,

Bird got to land;

Man got to tell himself he understand.

1st album:

My parents gave it to me as I sat in the back seat of our car. we had just returned home from a long trip. I was so overwhelmed that I burst into tears.

1st concert:

Crowded House - Hordern Pavilion, Sydney, 1987. I was in year 10. Loved every moment.

Oh man. I just picked up "Welcome to the Monkey House" yesterday to re-read.

So it goes.

Kinky Friedman reacts to the 2006 election results

"The people have mumbled."

Whoever denied it supplied it.

Love it.

Oh my baby baby I love you more than I can tell

I dont think I can live without you

And I know that I never will

Oh my baby baby I want you so it scares me to death

I cant say anymore than I love you

Everything else is a waste of breath

I want you

Youve had your fun you dont get well no more

I want you

Your fingernails go dragging down the wall

Be careful darling you might fall

I want you

I woke up and one of us was crying

I want you

You said young man I do believe youre dying

I want you

If you need a second opinion as you seem to do these days

You can look in my eyes and you can count the ways

I want you

Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget

I want you

Since when were you so generous and inarticulate

I want you

Its the stupid details that my heart is breaking for

Its the way your shoulders shake and what theyre shaking for

Its knowing that he knows you now after only guessing

I want you

Its the thought of him undressing you or you undressing

I want you

He tossed some tatty compliment your way

I want you

And you were fool enough to love it when he said

I want you

I want you

The truth cant hurt you its just like the dark

It scares you witless

But in time you see things clear and stark

I want you

Go on and hurt me then well let it drop

I want you

Im afraid I wont know where to stop

I want you

Im not ashamed to say I cried for you

I want you

I want to know the things you did that we do too

I want you

I want to hear he pleases you more than I do

I want you

I might as well be useless for all it means to you

I want you

Did you call his name out as he held you down

I want you

Oh no my darling not with that clown

I want you

Youve had your fun you dont get well no more

I want you

No-one who wants you could want you more

I want you

Every night when I go off to bed and when I wake up

I want you

I want you

Im going to say it once again til I instill it

I know Im going to feel this way until you kill it

I want you

I want you

Neil Young - The Old Laughing Lady - live on the street in Glasgow, Scotland

Priceless.

Nice acoustic version.

I haven't thought for too long but I have come up with:

Dark End Of The Street

We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning

Any other ideas would be appreciated!

well i felt like i was born today

so i took it upon me to go away

to gather my thoughts and go away

where i could (be used by) somebody

now over the hill, like always you know

were billy and frankie and henry and joe

and they beat and broke me hard and slow

to prove i was nobody

and no one i was and so i remained

knocked-out in a hut, no mother, no name

and filled up my heart with one and the same

that grand dark feeling of emptiness

and was it a friend that turned me loose

or was it a girl come to baste my goose

or was it my great god who laid on his finger

and started my clock anew

ah no, it was rain

ah no, it was gunning

it was point break and buckle

and singing and cunning

that skinned me, re-skinned me

and started me running

and i never looked back from then on

and now i am learning bit by bit

about to make and model shit

the muddy bowl i live in it

and all the mucks that tire us

and im afeared if i dont have

a piglet, lamb, or little calf

ill chop my humanness in half

and be as worm or virus

but kids ive had and they are sung

upon folks ears my babes are hung

rhythmically they live among

and grow but dont get old

not in a box, not in a void

not if their voice is never heard

nor if no one repeats a word

but if their tune is told

then we can age and fall away

to meet again some golden day

and fill it in our happy way

in starlight and in gold

Made the trek into the Enmore this morning and lined up on the pavement. Probably haven't done that since Bowie's Glass Spider Tour (1988 perhaps?)

Anyway, got 9 tix front row in the lounge section. Don't quite know what this means but it looks pretty damn good on the seating chart. Roll on April.

for some reason reminded me of...

A couple of things:

* I think sped up versions of songs may sometimes be a result of the adrenalin that comes from playing live.

* Variations on songs would have to result from bands not wanting to get bored with their own material. Playing on the road for months at a time you're gonna want to mix it up a little.

As a fan, I have to say that nothing excites me more to watch any band who see thier songs as constant works in progress and who think along the lines of 'what can we do with this song this time?'

Froggie, Whiskeygirl et al.

Something to be aware of...the press release says tix are available from Febraury 19 but Wilcoworld lists them as being available from January 19th with a link to Ticketek.

Keep yer eyes peeled.

Oh man. A wonderful pedal steel player. In a couple of weeks our band is playing at an alternate country music festival outside Tamworth, Australia.

Now I know who to dedicate Sin City to when we play it.

Rest in peace, Sneaky Pete.

Here he is with Garth Hudson.

Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz

If that ain't love then tell me what is

Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time

But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon

In a booth in the corner with the lights down low

I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow

Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me

I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon

Next day we knew last night got drunk

But we loved enough for the both of us

In the morning when the night had sobered up

It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon

Well sloe gin fizz works might fast

When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass

Hey bartender before you close

Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go

And a pitcher to go [repeat]

Well, they've gotta record an album!

No, they need to come to Australia.

good. they need to get off the road for a while, finish the album, work on some side projects, repair the cracks that are likely forming in their marriages, etc.

No, they need to come to Australia.

Yeah, I'm cool with the break. In fact, I think it would be smart if they hold off on touring until right after the album release...the longer they're out, the more exciting it'll be when they return to the stage... Maybe Loose Fur could play a few shows (one can dream).

No, they need to come to Australia.