Walking Down a One Way Street

Do You Believe in Love? icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 06 from the Picture This LP by Huey Lewis and the News icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
“Do You Believe in Love?” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Tell Me a Little Lie icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Picture This LP)
“Tell Me a Little Lie” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12
The Only One icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the Picture This LP)
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Hell Hath No Fury… I’m Like a Lot of Men

The Scaffolder’s Wife icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the Kill to Get Crimson LP by Mark Knopfler icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
“The Scaffolder’s Wife” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Mark Knopfler "Kill to Get Crimson" album cover. [Formatted]

Punish the Monkey icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the Kill to Get Crimson LP)
“Punish the Monkey” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12
Behind with the Rent icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the Kill to Get Crimson LP)
“Behind with the Rent” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Time has Been a Little Cruel

A Place Where We Used to Live icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 04 from The Ragpicker’s Dream LP by Mark Knopfler icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

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This empty kitchen is where I’d while away the hours
Just next to my old chair, you would usually have some flowers
The shelves of books—even the picture hooks—everything is gone, but my heart is hanging on

If this old neighborhood survived us both alright, I don’t know that it withstood all the things that took our light
You on the stair, I can see you there
Everything is gone, but my heart is hanging on

Once there was a little girl
Used to wonder what she would be
Went out into the big wide world
Now she’s just a memory
There used to be a little school here
Where I learned to write my name
Time has been a little cruel
Time has no shame

It’s just a place where we used to live

Now in another town you lead another life
And now upstairs and down you’re someone else’s wife
Here in the dust there’s not a trace of us
Everything is gone, but my heart is hanging on

It’s just a place where we used to live

Riot Volume

Rock ‘n roll and heavy metal concerts are terrible. They have always been terrible and they’re getting worse. They’re so loud you can’t hear anything except a prescribed hours-long barrage of semi-dizzying percussive blasts, which are caused nearly as much by the guitars, bass, and vocals as by the drum set. If a person doesn’t wear ear plugs, his ears are ringing for the next two or three days—perhaps longer. If he does wear ear plugs, everything comes across sounding muffled and unarticulated.

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How the hell did it become acceptable practice to wear ear plugs to music performances anyway? Isn’t that the same as strapping on leg braces before going skiing, or ordering non-alcoholic beer at a brewpub? Don’t people go to concerts to experience the music? If the vast majority of people cannot properly experience the music, with or without earplugs, how could they possibly be enjoying themselves?

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There are also a lot of sweaty, stinky SOBs at these concerts too… and the tickets can be absurdly overpriced. Here’s a prime example: it costs between $145 and $366 to see a geriatric version of AC/DC icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12. This is a band that hasn’t released a good rock ‘n roll album since around the time John Lennon was assassinated, yet people are willing to blow a car payment and risk a case of tinnitus for one more chance to “hear” classic songs from a bygone era resurrected in a live setting. Crikey!