Along the way, there are enough surprises thrown in that I'm still taken aback—the nutty schoolyard “nah-nah-nah's” behind the backwards solo in "Another Day," the lead guitar entering on top of the second vocal verse in “Plastic Bird,” even some of my own drum fills give me a start (did I mean to play that, or did it just happen?). And through it all, Naomi's bass, sounding so grand and melancholy.
Happy birthday to the lovely Britta Phillips who'll be celebrating on the back of the wonderful solo album she released a couple of months back - go buy it (or stream it) if you haven't already!
On that aforementioned "wonderful solo album" she covers The Cars track Drive... and surprisingly she makes me fall in love with a song I have never loved - here's a sweet video of her playing it live in Texas last month:
Here are a few Britta rarities to download (I've shared them all before… so not that rare I guess)
The waitress looked over her shoulder making sure no one else was close. She leaned over the table and lowered her voice. "Go ahead just take them", she said with a funny smile. She quickly went away to pick up another order of pancakes. We got IHOP mugs for free, at International House of Pancakes. We left, full of pancakes, happy and free.
The vegetation was green, probably because of the heavy rains a few weeks before. A shooting range, big ranches, commercial signs everywhere, still pretty and nice. I was surprised. This wasn't how I had imagined Texas to be. It almost felt like I was in a tropical land, but with shooting ranges. When it wasn't green, I kept seeing purple shades in the landscape outside the passenger's seat window. It was purple, I have never seen purple shades, but I did. Then I removed my sunglasses.
Blue Thunder really struck me like it never has before. Songs about cars should be heard in a car at least once.
While the purple shades were rolling by outside the windows, we listened to all sorts of music. With a certain theme. First, we got to hear Dean Wareham play Galaxie 500 songs from Barcelona a few years back. The guitar mixed so high it almost sounded like an electric solo record by Neil Young. It was beautiful. Blue Thunder really struck me like it never has before. Songs about cars should be heard in a car at least once. I almost cried, to lyrics like "look how fast it goes, my, my blue thunder". I love this art form. We listened to a Dean & Britta concert recording and Britta's voice on You Turn My Head Around got me goose bumps sharp enough to cause a flat tyre.
Earlier in the week I was emailed by Frank from Ludwigsburg who had recorded Galaxie 500 at the Schwimmbad in Heidelberg on his Sony Walkman in November of 1989. He shared his excellent recording with me.
Thanks so much to Frank Tewald - Timberlake Tapes - of Ludwigsburg for getting this to me. It fair made my week!
After an hour and half drive from Dallas to Austin Mike said, "I wonder if we’ll see the white van on the road".
It's a silly dream I've had, to listen to a concert I attended the night before while on the way to the next concert in a new city.
We listened to yesterday's Luna concert in the car on our way to Austin from Dallas. It's a silly dream I've had, to listen to a concert in the car I attended the night before while being on the way to the next concert in a new city. With Mike, that is possible. 23 Minutes in Brussels was playing loud in the car. I looked out the window from the passenger's seat in the front, we were passing a big white van. Behind the steering wheel was Dean.
Suddenly our black General Motors started to rumble and behave strangely, like we had a flat tyre. Mike pulled to the side, and the white van was gone in the Texas morning. There was nothing seriously wrong with our car and finally the majestic sand coloured buildings of Austin smiled at us and said hello.
Ike got in touch with me a couple of weeks back when he was prepping this piece asking if I would (or knew of anyone who would) like to record some thoughts about Luna and the reunion for possible use in the show. I did this, but I ended up on the cutting room floor. You'd think that would mean that you don't get the chance to hear 15 seconds of me gushing… and you'd be right.
No! What that means (and I feel I may regret this!) is that you get the full nine minutes of me gushing in the first (and probably only) ever A Head Full of Wishes podcast!