Goodbye To Another Year

                               



                                 

Who'd we Lose?

This'll be my last post for 2017. Show me some love for those we lost this year.

Wandering Aimlessly

Since It's That Time Of Year...

...I'm only going to put up a Sunday thread this week.  Play what you will... songs about the Solstice, the Saturnalia, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Christmas, and songs about everything or songs about nothing at all.

How Old Folks Dance

Forget that shit you've seen on TV. Forget those memories of Mom and Dad dancin' in black and whites. Lemme fill ya in on how this works.

You sit in your chair. A tune comes on, and you realize your toe's a' tappin'. Sounds good, and soon your ankle's doin' the base beat.

On up it goes, and you notice your knee's now into it. Now I have to skip the tingling of the private parts and all that, but you know where this goes.

You can't/won't/don't wanna get up, but you have to admit, you're Dancin' in yer Bones. Your heart's now keeping beat. Even your blinking is synced.

See what that means?

Those of us who do it, know it.

Keep Dancin' in yer Bones.

Hey! You Busy?

I've got xxx amount of data accumulated on 9-11. Sandy Hook, Boston Marathon, OKC Bombing, Las Vegas, etc. that I need to find an emergency shelter for, or it's gone.

You see, #2's just grown too old, slow, and worthless to justify the peddling (if you knew anything about how we generate electricity here in the cornfield, you'd understand).

So I gotta move #3 into #2's slot. But #3's got it's own load.

Ok. I digress.

I'm gonna miss all the shit I'll lose. But it's ok. Three years from now I won't even remember I had it in the first place.

Pretty lame way to say "I've been busy, and won't really be around for a little more", huh?

The King of Cool was born on this day in 1943...

And he ain't dead yet.  Must've sold his soul...

Let's raise a glass to Keith on his birthday.

It's All About Soul

And water.  Got to have the water. 

Sing it, Rev...

Timeless?

The motto of a website that I keep as a homepage on one of my beauties reads:

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to zero.

(Please, for your own safety and sanity, don't ever read the comments there.)

Anyway, I'm lying in bed the other night (which is probably the last place I should be thinkin'), and I'm wonderin' why things get the "Timeless" label, and who gets to determine that?

So give me a tune you thing should get the award.

My choice at the moment?

Let 'er rip.

Jan Hammer

I've got some Jam Hammer to get outta the way, so today's the day.

A Bit Of History For This Monday In December

It's been said that The Velvet Underground only sold 1,000 albums when they were still playing together, but that every single one of those albums were purchased by other musicians, which is how they became such a major influence on the music scene in spite of never hitting the big time.  .  

On this date in 1965, The Velvet Underground played their first show, opening for another band at a high school in New Jersey.  They played three songs that night; There She Goes Again, Heroin and this one...

Gotta wonder what those high school kids were thinking once the band began to play.  

Seven Deadly Sins...

... Or Seven Deadly Finns?


Feels like a good day to be goofy...

Anybody Got a Problem?

Ok. So here's what I figure:

One of these days I'm gonna be walkin' around the house naked, shittin' all over the place wherever I go. Probably pissin' & droolin' too. Mrs. 17's gonna be crawlin' behind me, tryin' to clean up my mess. Poor woman. :(

Sooner or later someone's gonna decide to put me in a bed somewhere, and I'm gonna get to live out the rest of my life lyin' in a bed playing guitar in Disneyland with Zeppelin.

Anybody got a problem with that?

Not Too Shabby

I'm not in any particular mood today, so I'm just gonna throw some shit out there and see what floats.

Where There's Smoke...

On this day in 1971, Frank Zappa and The Mother's Of Invention played a concert at the Montreaux Casino in Switzerland.  Also in Montreaux on that day were Deep Purple, who were planning to record an album at the entertainment complex that was a part of the Montreaux Casino, using a mobile studio that belonged to The Rolling Stones.

During the Zappa and The Mothers show, some moron shot off a flare gun in the theater, which started a fire that burned down the entire entertainment complex and destroyed all the Mothers' equipment. The fire also inspired one of the best damn Rock 'N Roll songs.

The title refers to the reflection of the fire on the waters of Lake Geneva.

All Hail The Christmas Demon

I'm not a big fan of Christmas but I do love Krampus, the half man - half goat demon who punishes wicked children with beatings and coal.  Since Krampusnacht (December 5) is almost upon us, I thought it would be fun to dedicate this Sunday thread to the demons among us, Christmas or otherwise.  So post your favorite songs about these devilish beings, and don't forget to leave a glass of schnapps out for Krampus on Tuesday night.

Disclosure

So I'm checkin' out this porn vid, and the 2nd thing (or was it the 3rd?) that I notice is tonight's featured tune in the background. (Really, honey. I don't know what I might have clicked on. Must be a virus!)

A-searchin' I go to find the name or the artist, but it rarely works that way in porn (or so I'm told).

Now I'm wonderin', and it hits me! "Hey Siri, what's this song?"

Turns out Siri knows alot about porn apparently, because I swear she was havin' an orgasm when she shot back with; "Ooh! I know this one! It's Ex Machina by George Gousis!"

Poor Siri's got her work cut out for her now, so any slowdowns you suffer can be blamed on me.

The moral of the story? Be smart like Siri and get great tunes by watching more porn.

(Insert horny winking drooling smiley face here)

Oh. Almost forgot. Smokin' Purple Jager tonight.

I've Got the Wednesday Blues

We made it through Black Friday. We made it through Green Tuesday. (I don't know...I think Mrs. 17 made that shit up).

So here we are. Blues Wednsday.

Let's see how it goes. Maybe I'll make it a regular Wednesday habit.

Guitar Gods

Since today is Jimi Hendrix's birthday, I thought it would be fun to celebrate the electric guitar.  Unfortunately, finding Hendrix on Youtube is all but impossible these days, so I'm going to start things off with one of my favorite guitarists.  That would be Hubert Sumlin, who is best known for his work with Howlin' Wolf. 

Secular Sunday

Because I'm feeling lazy...

Colorful Friday

Ah, yes. Black Friday. One of my favorites. Everyone gets up early and rushes out to buy me gifts. Can't hardly beat that, huh?

It should come as no surprise that black is my favorite color. All my electronics are black. My pickup is black. Even most of my soul is black.

But I suspect every color has it's tune, so I'll dig around tonight to see if I can find any.

Hope everyone had a happy Thankgiving.

The Perfect Song

I'm talking about a song that starts off on a high note and stays there until the very last note.  If  I were to make a top ten list of perfect songs, this would probably be Number One...

Living For The Ghost Life

I always found it strange that some folks spend their lives focused on a theoretical afterlife while spending their time on Earth doing what they can to make themselves and others miserable.

You Don't Know Me

Gonna put some of this Nickelback problem to bed now.

You can like 'em or not, it doesn't matter. To me, they're like every other band out there. Some is good, and some is just plain shit.

Tonight I'm gonna lay them out, shit and all. You get to decide what's good, and I get to tell you you're wrong. See how I roll?

So Mrs. 17 wanted to play this tune during the "Trains" thread, but I forbade her coz I wear the pants around here, see? It's the 5th track of their latest album, "Feed the Machine".

BTW...

I ain't askeered.

That's Just Weird

"Weird Al" Yankovic is a multi-Grammy Award–winning American musician, satirist, parodist, accordionist, director, and television producer.
He is known in particular for humorous songs which make fun of popular culture or parody specific songs by contemporary musical acts, or both. His works have earned him three gold and five platinum records in the U.S.

So get a laugh, and add your favorite.

All Aboard!

One of the things that pisses me off about this country is the lack of a decent passenger rail system.  If you're not on the East Coast or traveling down the Mississippi River from Chicago to New Orleans, trying to do any long distance traveling by train is a pain in the ass, if not downright impossible.  And that's a shame because trains beat planes when it comes to mass transit, no ifs, ands or buts about it.  Sure, it takes a little longer but you feel so much better when you reach your destination.  You can get up and walk around on a train.  The seats are comfortable, the food is good and the people tend to be friendly because they aren't stressed out.  Don't like the person sitting next to you?  Go hang out in the dining car.  You'll find someone to talk to.

So I'm going to start this week out by playing songs about trains.  You can do the same or you can go off in your own direction.  That's how it is on a train.  You're free to move around.

No Church In The Wild

One of my great-grandfathers was the son and grandson of Baptist ministers.  He went to seminary thinking he'd follow in their footsteps, but somewhere along the way he decided organized religion was hokum.  He also decided that the only place to worship the Creator was outside in the Creation and not inside a building made by men.  I can remember hearing stories about how he'd march his children down to the river every Sunday morning, read a verse from the Bible, then deliver a sermon on the virtues of clean living, the evils of mammon or the equality of all men in the eyes of the Creator. 

I always liked that Great-Grandpa believed the path to divinity could only be found in the natural world.  This song isn't really about that, but then again it kind of is.  The original was done by Kanye West and Jay-Z, but I prefer this version by Phil Manzanera and The Sound Of Blue.

Let's Not Shit the Bed

The clock on the outhouse wall told me it's time to dig into the "Music Check-Out" folder again, so I tore a little hole in the corner, and out fell Wovenhand. I hope it works out.

Because it's Monday...

I'm gonna celebrate the saxophone... and anything else that comes my way.

Sinnerman

Gonna let Sister Nina do the preachin' on this Sunday afternoon...

Sex, Drugs, & Rock 'n Roll

(Not necessarily in that order)

To abstain would be irresponsible.

Ghosts and Ghouls, Murder and Mayhem...

It's Halloween!

Devil's Night

                                       

The Sixth Commandment... Or Maybe It's The Seventh

In honor of the Sixth Commandment (or maybe it's the Seventh) and Halloween, I'm devoting this thread to songs about murder.

Blue Murder

Somewhere along the line I got this band stuck into my "Check Out" folder, so it's their turn in the barrel.

So far I'm not disappointed.

The Fat Man Done Sang

Fats Domino has passed away at 89. Honestly, I didn't know he was still alive.

Creature Feature

Since it's almost Halloween, I thought it would be fun to dedicate a thread to spiders, snakes and other creepy critters. 

Slither and hiss, my friends.  Weave some webs.  Fly around a few belfries too. 

A Sunday Thread For Druids, Wiccans, Pagans and Heathens, Shamans, Brujas, Voodoo Priests And Devil Worshipers

John Barleycorn is an old English folk song with roots in Paganism.  It tells the story of a barley crop that is plowed, sowed and harrowed in, with clods thrown "upon his head"; of the rains that caused Barleycorn to spring forth and stand until "he looked both pale and wan"; of the beard that grew and the scythes that "cut him off at the knee".

The song continues to describe how John Barleycorn is hauled away and ground between two stones so there will be beer and whiskey.  Of course, John Barleycorn gets his revenge when the men who mistreated him take to drinking.   

Most of us are familiar with Traffic's version of the song.  Here's a version by a modern Druid who calls himself Damh the Bard.  Enjoy! 

Secretary "Not Sure"

Don't know what I wanna do tonight, so I'm just gonna toke the Sour Purple, throw some shit at the walls, and see what sticks.

My Kinda Show Tunes

I've gotten some really good shit from my TV. From Opening / Closing theme songs, to jams emphasizing a scene, there's been alot of great music in movies and tv series.

Gotta love Siri.

Paying Tribute To The Men And Women Who Gave Us Rock 'N Roll

On this day in 1951, Richard Penniman went into the recording studio for the first time.  It was a modest beginning, as it took a few more years before one of Mr. Penniman's songs made the Billboard Top 100 chart.

Thought it would be fun to spend this Monday honoring the pioneers of Rock 'N Roll, so play your favorites from those early days.

As for Mr. Penniman, you know him as Little Richard.

Lucifer, Satan or Beelzebub...

Whatever his name may be, let's give the devil his due.

Scream At Me All You Want

Ok. I miss my wailing, crying, screaming guitars. I miss the hair bands. I miss the cock rock. So that's where I'm goin' tonight.

You play what ya want, but the air guitars are gonna be on fire here in the cornfield this weekend.

BTW, it's Friday the 13th. Howl accordingly.

Cover Charge Required.

Today I'd like to delve into some popular tunes played by anyone other than the "popular" artist.

For example, here's Dolly Parton singing an excellent rendition of a tune that certainly isn't allowed on Dancin' in me Bones:

Give Me That Old Time Religion...

Although I don't follow any particular religion, I can appreciate a good gospel song as much as any good Christian.  Songs of pain, suffering and the hope that redemption can tell a powerful tale.  Some gospel songs are kind of corny too, and I've always been fond of corn.

This is one of those corny gospel songs that tickle my fancy...

Back Where You Belong Pt. II

Last weekend I managed to get through about half of my rightfully returned older collection. Tonight I'll be sampling from the second half.

Almost forgot.

Tonight's sampling:

Bringing Out The Dead

While this year hasn't been as bad as 2016, we've still lost too many people whose music has entertained us, made us dance, and even made us think from time to time.  With the passing of Tom Petty, I thought it might be a good time to post a thread that pays tribute to those who are no longer with us.  So post some songs by those musicians who touched your heart and tickled your fancy.  It doesn't matter what kind of music they played or when they gave up their ghost.  All that matters is that their music meant a lot to you.   

I'll start off with someone who meant a lot to me, both for his music and because he seemed like an all around good guy.  He put on a damn good show too. 

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Johnny Cash...

R.I.P. Tom Petty

Sorry, but I don't do Eulogies You may if you wish.

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Is there Hell on Earth...

...or do we live in a Big Jesus Trash Can?

Back Where You Belong

During my recent trip to Pennsylvania, I was re-united with my long lost 480+ album music collection amassed between '75 & ~'86. Tonight I'm gonna pop a few tunes in here as I pore over them and reminisce.

You can call it "dated", but I call it some of the best times of my life.

Carry on, fellow nomads.

Wanna be a Star?

Give me an idea of what you'd like to see here, and I'll edit it to reflect your wishes. I'm lazy.

Party On, Sinners. Just Be Sure To Share Your Good Fortune.

It's been said that the sin of Sodom and Gomorrah had nothing to do with sex; that those cities were smote because the people who lived there were inhospitable.  

In other words, they were greedy bastards who refused to share their food and homes with travelers who might need a little hospitality.  

All fine and good, but it's still more fun to pretend Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed because the citizens were hard-partying sluts.  Makes for better visuals too.  Besides, rich folks might skimp on the tithing if preachers started preaching about the evils of greed.    

Party on, sinners.  Party on.

  

No Requests, No Regrets

Since we're all going to die tomorrow, we should probably party tonight like it's our last day on Earth.

Hindy Kush is on the menu.

2-fer Tuesday.

Sorry for bein' late. I was daydreamin' again.

If There's A Hell Below We're All Going To Go

Brother Curtis will be delivering today's sermon.

It's Friday Night Live!

Not sure how it works, but there's some kind of setting with Disqus that if your input isn't "live" tonight, you get pushed out into the ether.

It wasn't me. I just want you to know that. I tried to post a few tunes that weren't "live", and it's taken me weeks just to get back here.

Don't chance it, my friends. It's not pleasant. Just do what it wants.

Post "live" videos only please. You won't like the consequences. It can't be controlled.

It's Hat-Tip Tuesday

Today I'm gonna give some shout-outs to some folks who've turned me on to some good shit.

First off has to be UnkaWillbur, who gave me the parking space for the very first "Dancin' in me Bones", as well as this treat:

Sunday Songs for Agnostics, Atheists and True Believers who have a Wicked Sense of Humor

Welcome to Dancin' in me Bones version of the Sabbath, where you can post songs about the Lord, the Devil or the Pagan Deity of your choice.  And what better band to kick off our Sunday services than Black Sabbath...

Wish I Were There

Pattaya Beach, Thailand. If I get back there, I'm stayin'.

You'll miss me.

Things That Make You Feel Old

On this day in 1965, The Rolling Stones went into the studio and recorded this song...

For Those Who Fought The Good Fight And For Those Who Still Do...

Hazel Dickens was the eighth of eleven children, born into a mining family in Mercer County, West Virginia.  She's known as much for her union activism as she is for her music.  Seems only fitting to honor Hazel on this Labor Day with a song that was once sung by union activists as they fought... and died... for the right to organize.

You're Makin' Me Rich

You may not know this, but out here in cornfield country, Friday night sound travels for miles.

It's really not that uncommon for people to drop by on Saturday mornings to offer money for the previous night's entertainment.

 So let's keep this show goin' so's I can finally git that bunion scraper I've had my eye on. Those deals are limited-time offers, ya know.

But How's the Food?

This looks like a good place to start a new thread...if only we could find a cook.

At Least Clap Them Damned Hands

You know you can. Try it.

I've Got News for You, Mister

Never argue with a woman.

Welcome to the Club

Tonight I'm here to fulfill all your Joe Walsh needs, as well as anything else that crosses my mind.

Tonight's treat is Kosher Tangy. Have I mentioned lately that Mr. Potato Head picks his nose? It's true. Look it up.

Tiki's Torch

Uh huh. It's "Tiki Tuesday". My hands are clean.

Some Things Never Change

It's a Hard World.

Everything has to be so god-damned difficult.

Daddy's Gonna Break its Neck

Potpourri kiddies. It's more than just bathroom decoration.

Nice to Meet You

Back when I was just a little over half a 17, on the very day we moved into our new house, I found my purpose in life. You see, while the furniture movers were unloading the truck, I went off to meet the new neighborhood kids. After sizing me up and finding me acceptable, they decided to show me around.

So we're running down this hill, and I step into a hole in the hillside. Now, I never knew that bees build hives in the ground, but lo and behold, I found my first. Being stung about 50 times, from head to toe, I definitely earned my ride to the hospital.

Now you know the truth. Monsanto isn't killing off the bee population -- I am. Some day I fully intend to branch off into the complete destruction of hornets and wasps. They've been askin' for it too. And don't get me started on fruit flies. Those little bastards.

Anyway, here's some Fink:

Yep, it's Tuesday

Could Have Been Me

Mrs. 17 wants to hear these guys out tonight, so I'll be over at the mirror, thinking back of when I had hair hanging halfway down my back.

Smoke Responsibly

Today's Lunch Special is Candy Chem Dawg. There's still some leftover Golden Pineapple, and I could probably talk the Cook into roastin' a few roaches of Gorilla Glue for ya if that's where you're at.

Gary Wright - Dreamweaver (Extended)

Nice listen.

Sevendust

While I was out searching for music acceptable to my picky audience, I ran across this tune, and decided we'd hear more of them tonight.

Play on, Sniglets.

The Act of Engaging

Praxix:

The process by which a theory, lesson, or skill is enacted, embodied, or realized.

Make the Right Choice

Ever think about what your life might have been had you made a different choice at critical moments?

No. Me neither.

Not Tuesday

How "Cornfield Internet" Works

Normally, you just type your shit, and it flies through the skies magically. Well, here in the cornfield it works a little differently.

You see, I have to type my shit, add the links to songs, and then record that onto a thumb drive, whereby the village idiot has to run it in to town (by foot, coz let's face it, he IS the village idiot), where another Bone-Dancin' lover takes it to his/her mother's basement to be uploaded for you, my fellow music lovers. It's a tedious, time-consuming process, but it gets the job done. There it is. Now the secret's out -- Now you know why there's no fresh music thread every night.

Occasionally my home-made wok with a duct-taped TV antenna gets me online, but rarely. Mostly I break into my neighbor's homes and use their computers, but that's starting to get risky. Also, every time a pet dies, the passwords get changed. It's very frustrating.

So back to the topic at hand. It's rainin' like hell here tonight, and expected to go on all night. The village idiot don't run worth a shit in the rain, so I assume I'll be here sparsely.

Anyway...

I ran across this guy a little bit ago, and plan to check him out tonight, assuming the village idiot wears his runnin' shoes.

Make me look good, Donny.

Steve Vai:

Don't Be Hypocritical

The 4th of July.

Have a beer. Have lots of 'em. Eat a hotdog, a burger, or even roast a pig. Get together with family and friends and show 'em what you know about Dancin' in me Bones.

But for fuck's sake, don't celebrate the birth of what's arguably the most criminal nation on the planet.

Today's "Protest Music" day.

The Show Must Go On

Yes, It's a Music Site

I'm glad you asked.

Ready, Set, Go!

By now I'm sure you've all heard about how I handle people who shit on the carpet in front of my entertainment center, so there's no need to rehash that.

Just sit back and enjoy some music, and please add your own favorites. Everything doesn't have to be a battle.

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