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I keep on runnin'
But I just can't hide
No, I just can't hide
I keep on hurtin' baby
I keep hurtin' so deep inside
So deep inside
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was time when two was one
Tell me now girl
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
Is reachin' out my hand
Won't ya please help me to my feet once again
Tears fallin like rain
Lord it's time
When everybody needs a friend
Girl where've you been
Lord I need your smile
Child like the one I once knew
Made my grass green
And my blue skies blue
Lord was a time when two was one
Where've all the good times gone
Cry me a river
Wash my blues all away
Cry me a river
Girl you are my riverboat
Take me away
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
But tell us, did you go on to marry this girl?
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
Lissen, let Grizzly_old_man rant. That was one of the best damned posts on RP. A cautionary tale of a woman's faith in a star sadly broken and man's pursuit of bliss badly led astray. A man chasing a woman chasing a singer chasing oblivion...
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Why waste time and energy dispising anyone, particularly for something that happened years ago? Why not concentrate on the positive, I bet you would be far happier. People always assume artists will be as beautiful as their art and it is a grave mistake. Caravaggio was a great artist but an asshole and there are countless examples I could give of others. People should be judged as human beings for their actions, but great art is great art. I suspect you didn't have much love for Joe going in and he was, in life, a nasty human being. But chill out.
Those background singers are on it and the whole live thing is amazing.
The sisters are firmly located in the left channel of my heaphones and my left ear is pretty shot, but they're still kickin' it.
I love your story, and am sorry it ruined Joe Cocker for you. I had a similar experience with Janes Addiction once, but eventually I got over it. It only took 20 years and was only about half as traumatic!
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Croced Me a River
I could watch that all day. I don't like peppers though.
Don't be sorry, everybody has different tastes. ...whatever floats your boat!
Cool
Yes, agree with what you wrote. He was a typical English working class boy who was given the keys to the kingdom and never thought he deserved to have them. His self-abuse was how he dealt with it.
The English class system taught the lower orders were only fit to be kept in their places, those like Joe, who rose above their stations often couldn’t handle their lionizations. To survive you had to be ruthless, like Keith Richards. Nice guys ended up like Joe
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
...
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
...
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
...
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Sorry about the car!
Joe Cocker isn't the only artist I've heard of who drunkenly embarrassed himself onstage, disappointing thousands of fans.
I recognize that it's hard to have compassion for a person who seemingly "has it all;" yet feels such misery that he pursues oblivion to the point of public humiliation.
It seems to me that self loathing is somehow a deep portion of the human experience; more painful and debilitating for some than for others. I hope Joe found some healing in later life.
I think you'll forgive him at some point.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
This sounds like a fevered dream. Yet it has the ring of Truth. How fortunate you were to have this experience, rather than a common sexual exchange you would not think of sharing. I envy you.
Sweet Home Alabama?
Hence his nickname! The Sheffield Soul Shouter - still I'm a fan...RIP Joe! Long Live RP!!
I'm thinking.......no.
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
doesn't sound like an american voice however...
And the first? Hard to top the master of time and space. ; )
I can think of Born to Run (which I consider not very good) but probably the best is the Ramones - in aggregate.
ain't no such thang as to much fun
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
Does sound a bit like Mick, though.
I do wish there were more raucous singers like Joe these days.
Thanks for the memories!
G
you mean that voice saying, "1-2-3-4?" it's a voice that does sound similar to jagger's, but, given the fact that it's a live recording, they'd probably have given him a whole song to sing if he were actually there. or something. i'm thinking it's probably not mick jagger.
That is Leon Russell, as one can clearly see from the live footage. He was the official M.D for the tour.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
Well worth another bump.
Thanks to Paul Jones (singer in the Blues Band and with Manfred Mann) and the Counterpoint series on BBC World Service radio waaay back in the late eighties, I heard Julie's version and could not agree more.
I wore the groves out on my vinyl copy long ago. Great album and the flick was fun too.
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
I believe Stainton is on organ and Mr Russel on piano
That would be Leon Russell or Chris Stainton. But I think Leon played piano.
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Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
But you're not bitter, are you?
The management came out and said there would be no refunds. The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left. We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too. After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway. It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance. Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left. Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip? Not a real good time. I despise the man to this day. Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
This story belongs in the Rock and Roll hall of shame! Thanks Grizzly.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idols most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
When I was a much younger man I knew an equally young woman who though the sun rose and set on this ‘artist'.
She found out he was playing in Cedar Rapids Iowa one February day back in the early 70's. Promises were made {that are yet to be fulfilled} if only I would take her to see him. I sold my '66 Mustang notchback sedan to pay for the trip, get the tickets, and a motel room.
As we left beautiful northwest Wisconsin the weather started to worsen. By the time we got to Cedar Rapids it was a full fledged blizzard. I thought for sure the show would be cancelled. It was not. We went into the nearly empty civic center and listened to what ever local band they had open. They sucked. Eventually after the local talent had miserably played everything in their repertory Joe was helped to the stage.
You could tell he was under the influence of something. His band on stage all looked pretty well disgusted and for good reason.
He started out with ‘She came in through the bathroom window' made it part way through lost where he was started again then threw up and passed out in his own vomit right there in the middle of the stage.
His band left him there. There were many Boo's. Some from his band.
Eventually someone helped him off stage.
The management came out and said there would be no refunds.
The local band came out again and started to play the same stuff they had already done and everyone left.
We got to our room and my date was very disappointed so naturally she decided to drink all the beer and booze we brought along. There were some other mind altering substances in her purse so she consumed them too.
After she passed out it wasn't much fun anymore so I just went to sleep in the other bed and left her alone. She would not have noticed or enjoyed my affections anyway.
It was well afternoon before she could do anything but mimic her idol‘s most recent stage performance.
Eventually the motel manager called and told us that we either had to leave or pay for another day. I had to work the next day so we left.
Ever travel with a woman who has to stop and puke on every stop sign and telephone pole on a 300 mile trip?
Not a real good time.
I despise the man to this day.
Whenever I hear one of his 'songs' all I can think of is him blowing lunch all over the stage.
So what?