certainly would have liked to have been friends with Holly. He claims he saw Holly play in Duluth three days before the plane crash. Maybe it's true. ; )

"What I got out of Buddy," Dylan has said, "was that you can take influences from anywhere. Like his 'That'll Be The Day.' I read somewhere that it was a line he heard in a movie, and I started realizing you can take things from everyday life that you hear people say. That I still find true. You can go anywhere in daily life and have your ears open and hear something, either something someone says to you or something you hear across the room. If it has resonance you can use it in a song."

Dylan also says Holly was hovering around the recording of Time Out Of Mind.

"While we were recording, every place I turned there was Buddy Holly. You know what I mean? It was one of those things. Every place you turned. You walked down a hallway and you heard Buddy Holly records like 'That'll Be the Day.' Then you’d get in the car to go over to the studio and 'Rave On' would be playing. Then you'd walk into this studio and someone's playing a cassette of 'It's So Easy.' And this would happen day after day after day. Phrases of Buddy Holly songs would just come out of nowhere. It was spooky. [laughs] But after we recorded and left, you know, it stayed in our minds. Well, Buddy Holly's spirit must have been someplace, hastening this record."

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Hairball is heavily into the meth now. He was up there in the Tower last night pounding away on his twit machine until 1 a.m., screeching that Zed Crud should go to the jail, after being disqualified as a candidate in the Iowa caucuses, which would then make him, The Hairball, the corn-people winner!

He also heaped praise on Karl Rove, for anti-Zed mouthings Rove emitted on the Ted Baxter show. This after months of twit-machining that Rove is a "total fool," a "total dummy," a man with "ZERO credibility," "a loser," "dopey," "so biased," a "moron," an "irrelevant clown" who "sweats and shakes nervously."

Speaking of sweating and shaking nervously, informed sources claim that after leaving off his twit machine, The Hairball took his pipe and his stash down to the Tower basement, where he proceeded to tinker with the innards of several of his automobiles, on into the dawn.

of my youth in Germany, raised in the North and Berlin by a conservative, protestant (not very religious, but culturally anchored in German Lutheran protestantism) family. I was nineteen, when I ran, right after highschool and for the first time on my own as a student, coincidentally into what became much, much later my former and lately deceased husband. He was seventy when he died. Back in the late sixties, he was unfortunately too black for my Northern family folks. As you might imagine that caused some troubles. Actually it changed my outlooks and pathways I went through in my life for good. No escape from that. It was so to speak, relating to your OT, my "Southern" experience, German-style.

But it was through him I got to know much of the music I learned to love for the next decades (seventies and eighties), Fats Domino, Chuck Berry, Ray Charles, Mahalia Jackson, Aretha Franklin, yep all of them and some more whose names I have forgotten. We had some records, all of them lost, due to moving through countries and continents. I still hope one day I will find them in the left-overs of boxes, which hopefully I will one day be allowed to go through.

I was raised learning the piano, being exposed to classical music only, like all of my siblings and cousins. Only two of my cousins kept playing after highschool. I liked classical music, but not Wagner. I remember well, listening to it while doing homeworks in middle and highschool. But then, at university, boom, everything changed. The blues, soul, rhythm, a bit of rock'n roll and jazz came into my life, very little, but with some force. We loved Fats Domino and Chuck Berry a lot. I adored Mahalia Jackson and Aretha Franklin and Porgy and Bess.

I remember, after I got my first job as a professional after graduating from university and having been fired after six month on the last day of my probatory period, I wanted a lawyer to defend my rights (ha.ha). My father pointed me to a lawyer (who was very good) saying about him that he is a great lawyer, all flamboyantly intellectually and culturally a lovable filou, but totally honest. He is into jazz and all that crazy music from America, my father said... So, that's how it was in those days...

So, in a way, even my father had a vague appreciation for some "Southerness" when it came to people being open minded enough to listen to music. Hard to detect, but it was there...at least enough to be a little bit foregiving to him for me later on in life.

What a strange thing for me to go towards my own seventies and reading a blog which brings me back and closer to so much music I have had never heard before. Though I know nothing about it, I appreciate it much and really like the blues, especially the old one.

Thanks for EB and the OT and all the good stuff in there.