We live in the Garden of Eden, yeah
Don’t know why we want to tear
The whole thing to the ground
We live in the garden of Eden, yeah
Don’t know why we want to tear
The whole thing down – New Ryders of the Purple Sage
This just randomly fell out of a book. Now I know where I was Friday June 19th '87. Good to see that I was definitely at the Right Place at the Right Time....
I'm slipping.. MSG 46 years ago yesterday. Sick Scarlet > Fire...
Mississippi > Franklin's
Mama Tried > Mexicali
Peggy O
Cassidy
Loser
Promised Land
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Scarlet Begonias > Fire,
Estimated > Eyes >
D/S >
Black Peter,
I Need a Miracle > Bertha > Good Lovin'
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U.S. Blues
David Bowie's Last Letter
I will die… I know there are only a few months left until the end of my earthly journey…
What should I do? Despair, sink into depression, reject the idea of death, and pretend the illness doesn’t exist?
Or should I decide to defeat death… I decide it with my soul because only the soul and the heart give me the inspiration to compose music, as I’ve done for 50 years…
I count the hours I have left, and as the doctors tell me, I can predict, within a certain margin, the date of my death. The release of my last work is scheduled for January 8, 2016, my 69th birthday.
I work day and night; I have the time to compose, perfect, perform, record in the studio, and make videos… I do it as quickly as possible because I don’t want my face to show the mark of death, which mockingly is cutting down my body without me being able to defend myself…
But I challenge you, death… To hell with it if I don’t challenge you!
I challenged and conquered the world of fans in the '70s with the pride of ambiguity… I loved men and women; I was a man, a woman, an alien, and finally, a celestial body.
What can you do, death, against my eternity, my genius, my madness, my creativity, my music that will live forever?
I am Lazarus, torn from the scars. I will die in the body, but I will live forever through my music.
I lived long enough to receive birthday wishes. I thought I wouldn’t make it to see my album released… I survived January 8… And you, my dear killer, lost!
Just think, if you hadn’t knocked on my door, I would have created 24 works; I would have managed to live to 100, and instead, thanks to you, I have 25!
You know… I will be free as a bird.
You must read this...
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Hell in a Bucket
Cold Rain and Snow
Little Red Rooster
Tennessee Jed
Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again To Lay Me Down
Let It Grow
II
He's Gone > Looks Like Rain > Terrapin Station > Drums > Space > I Will Take You Home > The Other One > Wharf Rat > Throwing Stones > Good Lovin' > U.S. Blues