Rod Stewart, Jan. 10, 1945
I could really do without all the latter-day Sinatra stuff. But what a singer — and rocker, whenever he wants to be.
Rooster hair, soulful
Rasp and croon aged well. Rod, we
Still think you’re sexy
Rod Stewart, Jan. 10, 1945
I could really do without all the latter-day Sinatra stuff. But what a singer — and rocker, whenever he wants to be.
Rooster hair, soulful
Rasp and croon aged well. Rod, we
Still think you’re sexy
Jan. 9: Jimmy Page (1944), Joan Baez (1941), David Johansen (1950)
Made lead balloon fly
All the way up to heaven
Rock on, Jimmy Page
For justice and peace
Joan Baez always sings out
With amazing grace
David Johansen
A Doll, a chameleon
Still funky but chic
Elvis Presley, Jan. 8, 1935 — Aug. 16, 1977
Happy birthday, King
Wish you were still drawing breath,
Exhaling magic
Why do we recall
The end, not the beginning
When something’s over?
Yes, I do it, too
Remember deaths of Elvis,
JFK, Dad, Mom
The life of a dream
— Hero, loved one, pet, romance —
Always ends too soon
But making dreams real
Is still our hope, our work, with
Their inspiration
Their memories, lessons,
Melodies, words inform life’s
Never-ending song
Happy birthday, King
Seems the magic can live on
In each one of us
From Aug. 16, 2011:
Can you remember
The day Elvis died back in
’77?
Elvis changed it all
Genie of youth, rebellion
Out of the bottle
Many hated, feared
What he symbolized, said he
Really couldn’t sing
Long list of haters:
Ed Sullivan, Steve Allen
And Frank Sinatra
Elvis proved ’em wrong
They came around, whether
They meant it or not
Elvis changed it all
But then what? Life isn’t easy
Even when you’re King
Elvis was the pup
Who caught that car, didn’t know
What to do with it
Ill managed, ill used
Bad movies, material
Tarnished the King’s crown
Elvis made comebacks,
Proved he still had it, and yet
Something was missing
No one who really
Loved and reached him, could lead him
To reality
The King died alone
On his throne, you couldn’t write
A sadder punchline
Talent, tragedy
How often they are married
In this crazy world
My aunt passed this year
She loved Elvis like the sun
She never forgot
The King is dead, long
Live the King, in every heart
Ever touched by him
January 6th
A birthday constellation
Heavenly to chart
Wilbert Harrison
“Kansas City” fame, and sang
“Let’s Stick Together”
Doris Troy, co-wrote,
Sang “Just One Look,” soul classic.
Backed up Stones, others
Van McCoy, hustled
Through disco, helped Aretha,
Gladys Knight, the Pips
Sandy Denny, sang
Folk with Fairport Convention,
Led Zep’s “Evermore”
Troubled Syd Barrett
Pink Floyd leader till life got
Too psychedelic
Kim Wilson, singer
For Fabulous Thunderbirds
Plays a mean harp, too
Need some hard-rock chords?
AC/DC’s Malcolm Young
Says, “Turn it up, man”
Kathy Sledge, sisters
Reminded each one of us
We are fam-uh-lee
63°
Today’s forecast high, oh yeah
Goodbye coats, hello sunroofs
I get the feeling
We’ll pay for this day later
Right now, I don’t care
Sometimes happiness
Is yes or no; today it’s
Matter of degrees
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Iris DeMent, Jan. 5, 1961
Sweet Iris Dement
Sweet are the melodies she’s
Given to the world
Songs of questioning,
Mystery, longing, belonging
And finding her voice
It’s a unique voice
A term often used lightly
In her case it’s true
Give me two, three notes
I can tell you it’s Iris
I love that voice
At close of “True Grit”
Knew it was Iris singing
It just had to be
Haven’t heard new songs
From her in years, but Iris
Is writing again
Can’t wait to hear ’em
‘Cause when she misses a note
My heart skips a beat
Michael Stipe, Jan. 4, 1960
Michael Stipe told me
What to write but I couldn’t
Understand the words
R.E.M.’s first work
Was like that, so propulsive
Yet inscrutable
Just when the mumbling
Was getting old, Stipe started
Enunciating
Words didn’t always
Make linear sense, but band
Had some things to say
The way they said it?
Unique. Trace scenes and connect
Hearts, feelings like dots
They did it somehow,
Though, without actually
Drawing any lines
Lost their religion
Found shiny happy, and damned
That radio song
Rocked out on “Monster”
Laughed at apocalypse, all
In a day’s work song
Felt gravity’s pull
But had one last disc to make
“Collapse Into Now”
End of R.E.M.
As millions of fans know it
And Michael feels fine
Sir George Martin, Jan. 3, 1926
George Martin heard sounds
From Beatles’ imaginings
Etched them in vinyl
Produced classical,
Comedy records alike
Then signed the Fab Four
Wasn’t sure at first
Vocals, humor convinced him
They were worth a shot
Thought “From Me to You”
A good start, called “Please Please Me”
“Your first number one”
Beatles’ talent reigned
But Martin added touches,
Arrangements that helped
Strings on “Yesterday,”
Keys on “In My Life” got them
To go for baroque
“I Am the Walrus”
“Penny Lane,” “Strawberry Fields”
“Eleanor Rigby”
Last time all four lads
Were in studio at once?
This date, ’70
Happy birthday, George!
What say later we meet at
Pablo Fanque’s Fair?
Roger Miller, Jan. 2, 1936 — Oct. 25, 1992
Why is it jokesters
Aren’t taken seriously?
Laughter’s important
Take Roger Miller
It’s the man’s birthday today
Do you think he’s great?
From “King of the Road”
To “Big River,” Roger wrote
A wealth of classics
“England Swings” took us
On a trip across the sea
Snapshots whistlin’ by
Some were great nonsense
Like “You Can’t Rollerskate in
“A Buffalo Herd”
But he wrapped true pain
In tossed-off titles: “Dang Me”
And “Atta Boy Girl”
“Husbands and Wives” summed
The price of pride perfectly
Forgiveness failing
And he made death’s chill
All too real with “One Dying
“And a Burying”
Roger’s mama died
When he was 1; his daddy
Split up the siblings
Aunt and uncle raised him
He worked the farm, learned fiddle
Dreamed and wrote some songs
Served in Korea,
Ducked jail for stealing guitar
“Clash of ’52”
Sarge told him to hit
Nashville; played with Minnie Pearl
And wrote with George Jones
Detour as fireman
Wife and kid to feed but soon
Nashville pulled him back
Wrote hits for others
“That’s the Way I Feel”
And “Billy Bayou”
And then the time came
He recorded his own hit
“You Don’t Want My Love”
“When Two Worlds Collide”
Was even bigger, but he
Threw it all away
’62 and 3
Were two years lost to excess
But then he rallied
’64 comeback:
“Dang Me” and “King of the Road”
Just two of the hits
That was Roger’s peak
But the rest of his career
Had some fine moments
“Big River” hit big
In ’85, reminded
Folks of Roger’s gifts
The stogies got him
Age 56, the cost of
An unfiltered life
Now his CDs rest
Between “Mellencamp,” “Mitchell”
In my collection
Great company, yes
And I reach for Roger first
For a laugh, or cry