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WHAT HE SAID March 13, 2015

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Typist, Todd Rundgren, Toulouse Street.
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honk honk honk [listen closely]

Miller Time 3 1/2 Hours [Exit Only]

The Mind of Me is a Terrible Waste of a Thing March 11, 2015

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Moloch, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Pointless, The Typist, Todd Rundgren, Toulouse Street.
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My EEG while at work today transubstantiated into sound. Primarily the part up to about 1:26 The heavy distortion effect is probably due to the coffee. The giant monkey may be the coffee or just me loosing it.

Damn, that’s a big monkey.


Mr. Rundgren on Line 6, Sir December 7, 2007

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, New Orelans, New Orleans, NOLA, Odds&Sods, Todd Rundgren, Toulouse Street.
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An evening with Todd at the House of Blues. It was good. First, dinner with good friends in the Foundation Club, which has remarkably good food. Then the show.

The vocal audio sucked at HoB. I don’t know if it’s just too small or poorly wired or if a show that’s all mike off of amps just sounds like that. My host the long-ago soundman-roadie gave a detailed critique after, but the guitar lines were fine, and I knew the words for almost every song as well as the band.

Nice mix of the old (as far back as as Broke Down and Busted f Runt, and two songs off of Something/Anything) and the new (the No World Order-era t Christ). I’d be lying if I said I knew his new work as well as the old, but I always enjoy hearing it because the man is a master song writer and producer. He just doesn’t do much bad work.

I first saw Todd Rundgren at McAllister Auditorium for the Wizard a True Star tour, and a half-dozen shows since them. I’m now 50 old, and TR is pushing 60. I may be as likely to see George Harrison as Todd again. Who knows what the hell might happen between Now and Next Time. I’m damn glad I went. Who do you love? Mr. Aykroyd asks on the wall above the stage. I say rip the Maharashi’s picture out of that frame, and put in TR’s.

Here’s the group that played New Orleans, on one of the songs from over three decades ago delivered just as we heard it the other night.

The Last Ride January 6, 2007

Posted by The Typist in New Orleans, NOLA, Todd Rundgren, Toulouse Street.
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A memorial of sorts, inspired in part by Peter of Adrastos, for Helen Hill. This is a song I keep returning to over and over again these last 18 months, when it all seems so hopeless. A song of lost love, it also serves as an anthem of general desperation and despair, a song that for me is never the less uplifting to me. If you found this before you have read about Helen Hill and her husband’s tragic shooting, please visit Bart’s B.Rox site. He and his wife were the victims’s neighbors in Mid-City, and the comments section has become a memorial board.

Todd is Godd December 31, 2006

Posted by The Typist in Dancing Bear, New Orleans, NOLA, Odds&Sods, Rebirth, Todd Rundgren.
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Thank you Peter for this. Everyone in NOLA needs to hear this.

Now. Right now.

Click this link.

Can I hear an Amen?

Weve been waiting so long,
Weve been waiting for the sun to rise and shine
Shining still to give us the will
Can you hear me, the sound of my voice?
I am here to tell you I have made my choice
Ive been listening to whats been going down
Theres just too much talk and gossip going round
You may think that Im a fool, but I know the answer
Words become a tool, anyone can use them
Take the golden rule, as the best example
Eyes that have seen will know what I mean

The time has come to take the bull by the horns
Weve been so downhearted, weve been so forlorn
We get weak and we want to give in
But we still need each other if we want to win

Hold that line, baby hold that line
Get up boys and hit em one more time
We may be losing now but we cant stop trying
So hold that line, baby hold that line

If you dont know what to do about a world of trouble
You can pull it through if you need to and if
You believe its true, it will surely happen
Shining still, to give us the will
Bright as the day, to show us the way
Somehow, someday,
We need just one victory and were on our way
Prayin for it all day and fightin for it all night
Give us just one victory, it will be all right
We may feel about to fall but we go down fighting
You will hear the call if you only listen
Underneath it all we are here together shining still