
Live at The Revolver Golden Gods Awards a month ago.
I can’t find you last night’s video of Johnny Depp with The Black Keys, so this will have to do.

Live at The Revolver Golden Gods Awards a month ago.
I can’t find you last night’s video of Johnny Depp with The Black Keys, so this will have to do.

With a Catch Hell Blues intro, for his American Express Unstaged show last week.
And I’m talkin’ to myself at night
Because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

Call me in the night
I don’t mind, I don’t care, I can’t sleep
Call me in the day, in my car, on my way
Call me by my name
All I want is to hear you say
I’m looking for a soft place to land

Hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow
That’s the sound of freshly fallen snow
Your love is gold, your love is gold
Seems, seems as though we’ll be stuck out here for days
To bang upon these drums that we have made
You never know, you never know

“Roshi [his Zen Buddhist teacher] said something nice to me one time. He said that the older you get, the lonelier you become, and the deeper the love you need.
Which means that this hero that you’re trying to maintain as the central figure in the drama of your life— this hero is not enjoying the life of a hero.
You’re exerting a tremendous maintenance to keep this heroic stance available to you, and the hero is suffering defeat after defeat.
And they’re not heroic defeats; they’re ignoble defeats.
Finally, one day you say, ‘Let him die— I can’t invest any more in this heroic position.’
From there, you just live your life as if it’s real— as if you have to make decisions even though you have absolutely no guarantee of any of the consequences of your decisions.”
Stranger Song on Once More with Felix, 1967