Dead Pizza

 

Been thinking about the musical heroes that have left us recently, David Crosby, Jeff Beck and most recently Burt Bacharach.  All had different impacts on my life and listening habits over my lifetime.   

But before I go into that explanation, need to offer this photo picked up from one of my friends.  It typifies my life as of this moment living with two small dogs that are completely food driven,  always peering directly at you when you consume any food.  I realize that this is a crappy segue, but my brain throws things out there and they have to be used.  As of now, Harry is perched in his couch bed and Pippa is still in her room.  There is no food out yet.

David was part of my teenage life with the Byrds on Ed Sullivan, displaying jangling twelve string guitar and Roger McGuinn's granny glasses, and a long fringed leather cape.  His was the middling harmonizing voice below Roger's high tenor.  Later with CSN, again in the middle of Steve and Graham, he was the glue that held the harmonies together.  As I have mentioned before, Suite Judy Blue Eyes was the defining song of my youth.  Was later mesmerized by his work with Graham Nash, simple songs with definitive lyrics.

One of my first post Beatle records was the album Jeff Beck Truth. Rod Stewart was in the band at this point.  Don't remember too many of the details of this recording but was shocked by the sounds coming out of his instrument.  Jeff played with his fingers only, no pick, again, amazing.

Burt in tandem with his colleague  Hal David wrote songs that I listened to on CKLW on my AM radio traveling to and from school.  He wrote songs for Dionne Warwick, Dusty Springfield  and many others.  In the sixties, his tunes were always on and we knew all the words.   Walk on By was always played at my high school dances (for a slow dance).  Pop music such as this kind of fell from favor in the decades that followed.  Then Elvis Costello and Burt discovered each other and had a mutual blending of lyrics and music. The meaningful recording Painted From Memory was the result.  This is one of my all time favorite records.  The song Toledo (about Spain not Ohio) is the best.  

Had this big plan to make pizza in the spectacular gas grill at our rental home. Had an action plan to use the high heat generated to make a pie like those made in wood fired ovens in NYC.  The plan failed completely, sadly the bottom was basically charcoal and not good.  Scraped the toppings off an put them on tortilla chips. Oh, well a learning experience.

that's it

all for now

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