Levon Helm, drummer and lead singer of The Band died today. He was 71. I watched the VCR of 'The Last Waltz' about a million times in my youth. It's truly one of the greatest rock performances ever captured on film. It was the final concert of the five man group.
Like CCR, The Band was one of those groups that I could enjoy with my father throughout our lives. They bridged the gap between rock and country with a signiature style all their own. The songs were easy to sing and harmonize with too.
May he pass peacefully, with loved ones at his side, an old dog at his feet, and a hint of whiskey on his breath. For that is a death befitting of a Southern gentlemen.
Countering the psychedelic trend that dominated the fractured music scene, they wrote and recorded songs steeped in old-time country, soul, R&B, '50s rock, gospel, blues and folk ballads — with lyrics that spoke of an older America.
Not only was Helm a talented musician but he was also a very good actor as was evident in his roles in 'The Right Stuff' and 'The Coal Miner's Daughter'.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.