Subterranean homesick blues

Today would have been my Dad's 86th birthday if he had lived to see it. I bought garden plants because that's what I did for his birthday for the last twenty years of his life. My soul brother Mark Herschler's new song seems to be the only thing I have to say today. Reminds me of how much I miss my Happy Valley family as well. It's been that kind of day.

I want to just show you, what my politics are

My tweep Hudsonette posted this on the twitter today. It's one of my top five favorite songs of all time. Cream was one of the few groups I never saw in person back in the 60s, much to my regret. But I played the hell out the album. Think I wore it down till you could see through it.

This is from a concert in 2005. I usually avoid the return tours of the 60s groups. I want to remember them in their prime. And it makes me feel old to see them get old and trade on their former glory. But even though Jack Bruce lost a little vocal strength, this is a great reprise of the original. Certainly Clapton hasn't lost a bit of his musicality.