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Tuesday, October 8. 2019

One more Warren


Getting a bit hooked on this guy. Just one more genius addict.


Everybody has in mind one tune they'd like played at their funeral/mem service. Ripple, Every Grain of Sand, It is Well with my Soul, Hallelujah, or this one? Or a traditional hymn? Or what?


Zevon's dad kept telling him he was Jewish, but he died a Christian. This is My Ride is Here: "I was staying at the Marriott, with Jesus and John Wayne, we were waiting for a chariot, we were waiting for a train..."





Posted by The News Junkie in Music at 15:44 | Comments (5) | Trackbacks (0)

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This would be my choice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I
#1 OneGuy on 2019-10-08 17:23 (Reply)
"Everybody has in mind one tune they'd like played at their funeral/mem service."

Lawyers, Guns and Money!
#2 alanstorm on 2019-10-08 18:57 (Reply)
Story about that song: I was on a Caribbean cruise and I requested it from the 22 year old they had in the piano bar. He said he didn't know it. I told him to learn it. After this exchange for three straight nights, kind of a running joke, he actually looked it up on the internet when we were in port. that night when I requested it, he played it and ended with "Dude, that's now my theme song."
#2.1 Another Guy named Dan on 2019-10-09 08:09 (Reply)
"Everybody has in mind one tune they'd like played at their funeral/mem service."

Ain't that Pretty at All

Or maybe Leave My Monkey Alone
#3 Ed on 2019-10-08 21:00 (Reply)
I told my wife I wanted Smokin Joe Kubec: 'Out of body out of mind'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2qTVHxEPHH0

Though I'd also like the first movement of Mozart's requiem too..
#4 jay (Link) on 2019-10-09 07:57 (Reply)

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