So Blurbomat linked to Charlie Haden, whom I looked up because I need something to listen to while I do distasteful work. This gentleman seems to have led a full life, and has produced some very hip children:
"His son Josh Haden is a bass guitarist and singer. He recorded with 1980s punk band Trecherous Jaywalkers (who recorded for SST Records), and is presently a member of Spain. His triplet daughters, Petra, Tanya and Rachel Haden, are all musicians. Formerly of that dog., Petra was a member of progressive folk group The Decemberists, Rachel was a founding member of rock band, The Rentals, and Tanya is married to actor Jack Black." -wikipedia
Playing 6 Degrees From Kevin Bacon must be really boring in that family. "Yeah, Judy went with him and Kyra to Aspen last week. You didn't get a postcard?"
While listening to Mr. Haden's collaboration with Pat Metheny, Beyond The Missouri Sky, via my father's account with a Russian underground music emporium, I discovered that he has a song called The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
I am in love with the kind of bullshitty shroom-dream kind of poetic stylings that title implies. Who sits down and writes a title like that? Who can stare the prospect of being a cliche straight in the face and say "Ah, fuck it. This is deep and the world needs to hear my thoughts." Or perhaps these poetic stylists have an impenetrable denial built up against any possiblity of their being full of shit. Where do they get this denial? May I have some, please?
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