<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367</id><updated>2009-11-13T17:39:31.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DreamPark 9</title><subtitle type='html'>Infinity Now Meets The Muse Of United Global Artists</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-1607148151300402506</id><published>2009-11-12T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:19:54.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Too Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvvuOH9VkbI/AAAAAAAABY4/xJVpfOO8bCM/s1600-h/daveclarkfivemeetbeatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvvuOH9VkbI/AAAAAAAABY4/xJVpfOO8bCM/s320/daveclarkfivemeetbeatles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403174104382935474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dave Clark Five*** It's not all that complicated at the time when this band broke upon the British music scene in the middle sixties ; They did have a handful of finely crafted tunes , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reverb&lt;/span&gt; drenched &amp;amp; all. Plus the dynamic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of the music was quite strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...They promoted the publicity at first as the answer to The Beatles ; Like they were the next biggest thing this side of white bread &amp;amp; were capable of possibly over-taking The Beatles. It worked for a while &amp;amp; I think they may have even put a movie behind the whole campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the men in that other band, knew perfectly well that their compositional craft was far above &amp;amp; beyond the conception of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt; else on either side of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell, they took their best shot &amp;amp; it just about worked for a while, with tunes such as this high energy cut. Needless to say when they ran out of the handful of material that was truly stunning &amp;amp; on some levels, almost brought themselves up to the plateau shall we say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Their&lt;/span&gt; true gift was actually the keyboard player, who at the time was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;playing a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Farfisa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; had the chops, the voice &amp;amp; the compositional ability to keep up with The Beatles for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;awhile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was always the case though, they ran out of the handful of really premium material &amp;amp; reverted back to just trying to blow the socks off of their fans with a more pure rock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; American style, which actually brought them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; a level, whereas the Beatles had continually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; coming out with song after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;masterful&lt;/span&gt; song in the two to three minute range that they could no longer compete with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This circle always came to pass upon most every group that was trying to keep pace with the Beatles. Or just take a ride on their coat tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a great band came to this conclusion, so they should not have felt too bad about it &amp;amp; rather could be proud enough to even come that close. The writing is what they couldn't come up with. At least not in that wide genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who could one nominate as the best modern composers in the history of popular 20th century music. No One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Coming up with a lot of data about the DC5 &amp;amp; the machinations of the promotion/publicity program that was extended to the utmost at that time of industry stupidity is not an easy chore to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the four remaining "major"labels still grasp at the old ways of doing business. I find even the moniker "major label" makes me feel alienated right off the bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bunch of hypethat  has been perpetuated through the years. So ,finally humpty dumpty is falling off the wall &amp;amp; they will not be able to put him back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the Almighty for the technology revolution. Finally a way to pull the walls down &amp;amp; let these folk run for cover inside their fortified mansions. What with the stock market meltdown, on one level, even that is almost funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But What Do I Know Anyway...* Perhaps I don't try too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-1607148151300402506?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg7za59H528' title='Try Too Hard'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1607148151300402506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1607148151300402506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1607148151300402506' title='Try Too Hard'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvvuOH9VkbI/AAAAAAAABY4/xJVpfOO8bCM/s72-c/daveclarkfivemeetbeatles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-1423040604670248854</id><published>2009-11-11T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:12:55.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Svs2m_ADxNI/AAAAAAAABYw/WlJs5qRHxt0/s1600-h/Monkees_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Svs2m_ADxNI/AAAAAAAABYw/WlJs5qRHxt0/s320/Monkees_Logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402972221335651538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monkees&lt;/span&gt;***Written by Boyce &amp;amp; Hart , I believe this song to be about the best tune with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monkee&lt;/span&gt; logo. As was the case , the best songs of this moniker, were for the most part the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; mentioned writers. Even Neil Diamond threw in a song or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In studio a large variety of session players were utilized. Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kershner&lt;/span&gt; at that time had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hooie&lt;/span&gt; together from three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;standpoints&lt;/span&gt;. He could recognize a probable hit song, he employed good producers &amp;amp; the big stuff is the T.V. show running weekly. Talk about marketing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ape-ing&lt;/span&gt; a pseudo Beatles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;, as all the other acts, for the most part internationally to a large extent ; was a good way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not trying to knock down any of the fellows in the band. there is a large volume of data on this subject , so I'm not going to drill this into the ground. All I can say is , there were quite a few masterful songs &amp;amp; for that , I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; hard for the guys , especially at the time of the industry &amp;amp; its' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;modus-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;operandi&lt;/span&gt;. Look that one up. It's a handy word , I don't know if it's Latin or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave it at that. You have my two cents...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-1423040604670248854?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://video.aol.ca/video-detail/the-monkees-valerie/388360395' title='Valerie'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1423040604670248854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1423040604670248854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1423040604670248854' title='Valerie'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Svs2m_ADxNI/AAAAAAAABYw/WlJs5qRHxt0/s72-c/Monkees_Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-3431735752171870521</id><published>2009-11-10T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:08:12.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Talk To The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvpuaD6dyPI/AAAAAAAABYY/zFvQzgzc_k0/s1600-h/King_Crimson_-_Lizard-front_20060814074220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvpuaD6dyPI/AAAAAAAABYY/zFvQzgzc_k0/s320/King_Crimson_-_Lizard-front_20060814074220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402752096990513394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;King Crimson***Greg Lake vocals , from the first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend in high school who had a tough time of things because in his senior year, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; were splintered &amp;amp; he was by himself cooped up in an apartment besides other inner troubles. He was An extremely artful &amp;amp; talented guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of my early drug experimentation came upon his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promptings&lt;/span&gt;, as at the time it was nothing like today. So I had some drink &amp;amp; the rest through the next several years until about the time we were 25 yrs. old or so. We were best of friends for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned me on to king &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crimson&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; some of the other progressive bands. For the first time in my life that first night; After having drank some Colt 45 Beer, I for the first time in my life did not feel so alone &amp;amp; lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him since those days past , but I always remember. I'm still alone &amp;amp; lonely, even in company of intimacy or friendship &amp;amp; otherwise. I guess the drink didn't change anything really. I was drunk only once. For 30 years. So I hope someone may learn a tiny bit from my solitude &amp;amp; ways to combat depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a listen to this song. I hope that you like it. You might even find that it affects your inner mood. But please don't get sad. We all talk to the wind from time to time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-3431735752171870521?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM0viIGrK7o' title='I Talk To The Wind'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/3431735752171870521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/3431735752171870521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3431735752171870521' title='I Talk To The Wind'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvpuaD6dyPI/AAAAAAAABYY/zFvQzgzc_k0/s72-c/King_Crimson_-_Lizard-front_20060814074220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-2633570345056318245</id><published>2009-11-09T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:51:12.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Please Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvkNSBA1arI/AAAAAAAABYQ/bFcmkmTnAe0/s1600-h/mccartney-926boston345-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvkNSBA1arI/AAAAAAAABYQ/bFcmkmTnAe0/s320/mccartney-926boston345-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402363831168363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul McCartney***About the best version from Paul, of the classic timeless first #1 from The Beatles that I've ever heard. I'll take a bet with you it's Lennon penned too. But I don't really know. Perhaps it was one of the many times that the both scratched it up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got a solid band him &amp;amp; I'm wondering on the right side of the stage, the guitarist, is that Brian Adams or am I out of my mind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul sounds this good, it's a fresh relief to know he still has it in him &amp;amp; why shouldn't he ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; not a young man anymore, but along with what he's done to himself, which I don't need to comment upon, I'd say all he needs is to grow his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; longer for Christs' sake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;He'd&lt;/span&gt; look a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-2633570345056318245?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alld2hZUq0g' title='Please Please Me'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2633570345056318245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2633570345056318245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#2633570345056318245' title='Please Please Me'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvkNSBA1arI/AAAAAAAABYQ/bFcmkmTnAe0/s72-c/mccartney-926boston345-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-7435591483647269239</id><published>2009-11-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:58:03.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sve9JTV3SaI/AAAAAAAABYA/lIVMFq8hIjU/s1600-h/chad_and_jeremy_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sve9JTV3SaI/AAAAAAAABYA/lIVMFq8hIjU/s320/chad_and_jeremy_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401994245562648994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad &amp;amp; Jeremy***What a duo. finely crafted music, with both electric &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acoustic&lt;/span&gt; instruments &amp;amp; orchestra when needed : Mostly strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could take a song like this &amp;amp; record a couple of different versions. One soft &amp;amp; smooth &amp;amp; one with steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that music in general has been stuck in the mud for the most part since around 1985. Perhaps many of early age &amp;amp; others with the herd mentality, believe that the junk being floated today is music. Music ? You gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; Is Old...The Old Is Strikingly New...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-7435591483647269239?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV78pib8h4o' title='Yesterday&apos;s Gone'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7435591483647269239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7435591483647269239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7435591483647269239' title='Yesterday&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sve9JTV3SaI/AAAAAAAABYA/lIVMFq8hIjU/s72-c/chad_and_jeremy_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-1465401162601270466</id><published>2009-11-05T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:33:31.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvPOlsvqPZI/AAAAAAAABX4/zmmxXaV1Hgo/s1600-h/zap_young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvPOlsvqPZI/AAAAAAAABX4/zmmxXaV1Hgo/s320/zap_young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400887525208898962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neil Young &amp;amp; Crazy Horse***A studio version of a timeless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; song. Another cut of this song, I thought I had somewhere, but as the postings are approaching 400 songs or so, even my search doesn't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tune reminds me of a girl &amp;amp; knew when I was quite young. My brother went out with her sister &amp;amp; ended up throwing her out of his car. My destiny wasn't quite the same to say the least. It was one of those first big crush kind of things when you first hit your teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget her name was Debbie &amp;amp; I was as head over heels as a thirteen year old virgin could get. In a nutshell, she just ended up using me in the middle of her boyfriend breakup. It was the first time I ever remember the feeling of complete sadness &amp;amp; melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chivalry never worked with Debbie or most anyone else. Being a broken hearted romantic fit into my persona, but it sure was a lonely way to work on girls. All through middle &amp;amp; senior high school she would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; show her face &amp;amp; play a little game with me &amp;amp; some of the other fellows. I stayed away from her as long as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; remember after the initial experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years &amp;amp; decades later, the same picture scenario plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the tiny film screen of my life. Early on p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sychiatrists&lt;/span&gt; had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt; day with me &amp;amp; still do. So thanks a lot for nothing Debbie, I hope you didn't hurt your husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends or any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sentient&lt;/span&gt; beings, after you broke my  heart ; Ah...But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-1465401162601270466?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAdtUDaBfRA' title='Cinnamon Girl'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1465401162601270466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1465401162601270466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1465401162601270466' title='Cinnamon Girl'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvPOlsvqPZI/AAAAAAAABX4/zmmxXaV1Hgo/s72-c/zap_young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-5951016442714715581</id><published>2009-11-04T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:30:11.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Montreux 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvJFrhnB_iI/AAAAAAAABXw/PleEal_K7NU/s1600-h/3734335277_fd8c7a0d4f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvJFrhnB_iI/AAAAAAAABXw/PleEal_K7NU/s320/3734335277_fd8c7a0d4f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400455517229415970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prince***I was looking for the original video on this one as I consider it a very high level of soul-heart that's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching &amp;amp; hearing the man do his thing, it again engraves upon me his unique ability to re-invent himself over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His free form playing &amp;amp; live presentation is extremely fine to say the least. Like his re-arrangement of this classic. I really admire this fellow so much &amp;amp; respect him for his pure talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks great, he sounds superb &amp;amp; it seems that there's never an end to what he comes up with when he reaches into his magic bag of tricks. I have to admit a tad of envy on top of everything else, which is truly something that I rarely if ever feel ; Bubbling up to the surface of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're about the same age &amp;amp; I have to be in some state of awe that he has reached this level, like this little cut from Switzerland. Yea, I do wish I was up there &amp;amp; by God perhaps at some point it might happen. God works in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mysterious&lt;/span&gt; ways. But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-5951016442714715581?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.videocure.com/video/65678.html' title='Prince Montreux 2009'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5951016442714715581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5951016442714715581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5951016442714715581' title='Prince Montreux 2009'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvJFrhnB_iI/AAAAAAAABXw/PleEal_K7NU/s72-c/3734335277_fd8c7a0d4f_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-7149635312958267295</id><published>2009-11-03T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:05:52.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvDomIBajFI/AAAAAAAABXo/PoXugaNFAjM/s1600-h/album-music-from-the-motion-picture-purple-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvDomIBajFI/AAAAAAAABXo/PoXugaNFAjM/s320/album-music-from-the-motion-picture-purple-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400071694903315538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prince &amp;amp; The Revolution***There is easily no comparison when it comes to this song &amp;amp; its' effect on the listener. Well, at least me. I think it's the best piece of work the man has ever done &amp;amp; he couldn't have done it without the girl brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie song video of this cut was also excellent. This song is a timeless work of art, emotion &amp;amp; the soul. I just have to respect this man &amp;amp; admire his abilities . There really isn't anyone who will ever be quite like him &amp;amp; I can relate that idea to quite a few artists that I won't name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed Sir Prince Rogers Nelson...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-7149635312958267295?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/profile#p/c/852400ADA0F3810A/0/DijrdUoFt80' title='The Beautiful Ones'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7149635312958267295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7149635312958267295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7149635312958267295' title='The Beautiful Ones'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SvDomIBajFI/AAAAAAAABXo/PoXugaNFAjM/s72-c/album-music-from-the-motion-picture-purple-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-7630697704296892755</id><published>2009-11-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:15:45.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Good Times Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su-7EOl4bEI/AAAAAAAABXg/0N_HcbOnFno/s1600-h/V0008_l_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su-7EOl4bEI/AAAAAAAABXg/0N_HcbOnFno/s320/V0008_l_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399740159551368258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***It's a very simple &amp;amp; natural thing to know. There's nobody that can do it in the hard rock arena better than Edward, David &amp;amp; company. No one can touch Edward Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consummate&lt;/span&gt; front man, there's nobody that can do it better than David Lee Roth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juggernaut&lt;/span&gt; in &amp;amp; of themselves &amp;amp; it is so wonderful to see the core of the band finally back &amp;amp; intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Speed Sirs...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-7630697704296892755?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CHbFI2Ovc0' title='Where Have All The Good Times Gone'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7630697704296892755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7630697704296892755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7630697704296892755' title='Where Have All The Good Times Gone'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su-7EOl4bEI/AAAAAAAABXg/0N_HcbOnFno/s72-c/V0008_l_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-8854305509205909363</id><published>2009-11-02T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:31:04.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Smile Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su6YdSweY4I/AAAAAAAABXY/CVmYJjiErtc/s1600-h/2009_BarryManilow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su6YdSweY4I/AAAAAAAABXY/CVmYJjiErtc/s320/2009_BarryManilow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399420632282588034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manilow&lt;/span&gt;***Oh...so I'm going to get it with this one. Well maybe I'm just getting old. I think it's actually the lyric in this one that sets the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; heart strings fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look. I wouldn't mind the residuals he gets for this song. It's gotta be the best thing he's got going. That's my two cents...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-8854305509205909363?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfabkYlatOo&amp;feature=fvw' title='I Can&apos;t Smile Without You'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8854305509205909363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8854305509205909363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8854305509205909363' title='I Can&apos;t Smile Without You'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su6YdSweY4I/AAAAAAAABXY/CVmYJjiErtc/s72-c/2009_BarryManilow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-315743831469305040</id><published>2009-10-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:33:36.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su0dA4Wr2BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lotJwg3FqrQ/s1600-h/EaglesDVDWalshlivec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su0dA4Wr2BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lotJwg3FqrQ/s320/EaglesDVDWalshlivec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399003429251831826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joe Walsh***I love Joe Walsh. Joe is great. He just came out that way. Even his most average song I can easily listen to because it's Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagles getting a hold of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to play with them was about the best thing they ever did to keep the Eagles alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too was drunk only once. For 30 years...; But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-315743831469305040?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbFh_pD47k4' title='One Day At A Time'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/315743831469305040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/315743831469305040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#315743831469305040' title='One Day At A Time'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Su0dA4Wr2BI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lotJwg3FqrQ/s72-c/EaglesDVDWalshlivec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-4798591184716145693</id><published>2009-10-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:06:57.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Suabtk76o8I/AAAAAAAABXI/a6YYesSFSgU/s1600-h/ij.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Suabtk76o8I/AAAAAAAABXI/a6YYesSFSgU/s320/ij.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397172410761520066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don Henley*** Oh...While we're at it, lets give a tip of the hat to Mr. Henley on this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure has a nice synthesized B3 Hammond that just keeps the whole thing chugging along, not to mention the poignant lyrics, sad but true...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-4798591184716145693?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vb7GNzzIVIo' title='Dirty Laundry'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4798591184716145693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4798591184716145693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4798591184716145693' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Suabtk76o8I/AAAAAAAABXI/a6YYesSFSgU/s72-c/ij.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-7914292155212256133</id><published>2009-10-23T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:18:40.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Grill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuKJEMqw3xI/AAAAAAAABXA/bDZVjESLyaI/s1600-h/r7680731157562972of6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuKJEMqw3xI/AAAAAAAABXA/bDZVjESLyaI/s320/r7680731157562972of6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396026008756346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don Henley***I think this is about the best cut Mr. Henley has produced. Hands down.-[what does that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colloquial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; expression mean}-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The synthesizer layers really add a nice texture, due to the adroit collaborations of good chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song would probably make a nice book, which could lead to a nice flick. But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent many a haunted night at the Sunset Bar &amp;amp; Grill &amp;amp; that whole Sunset area of Hollywood. Seen some good bands rise &amp;amp; fall as I sipped on some cold American beer. Some are still playing &amp;amp; others have walked onwards to their secret destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good bands drown, as the Sharks pursue their pray ; While others float on the dream, downstream with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you're thinking about coming down to the Strip, think twice &amp;amp; stop by the Sunset Bar &amp;amp;  Grill. Choose your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poison&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Welcome To Hollywood...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-7914292155212256133?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BocpBEfp448' title='Sunset Grill'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7914292155212256133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/7914292155212256133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7914292155212256133' title='Sunset Grill'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuKJEMqw3xI/AAAAAAAABXA/bDZVjESLyaI/s72-c/r7680731157562972of6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-4416050762559664315</id><published>2009-10-22T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:02:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfer Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuFFeSyU6sI/AAAAAAAABW4/oa6W_4OcP4E/s1600-h/021011beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuFFeSyU6sI/AAAAAAAABW4/oa6W_4OcP4E/s320/021011beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395670215307881154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beach Boys***Another alternate version in stereo . This song with it's melancholy tone, is rather unique. The harmonies in this cut are on the fly. What a tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's haunted me for a long time &amp;amp; becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;an imprint upon my mind's&lt;/span&gt; brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;circuits&lt;/span&gt;. It's just so cool...* Brain Wilson's falsetto is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;superb&lt;/span&gt;...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-4416050762559664315?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhuWooSAiRc&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=709A6BBBF974287C&amp;playnext=1&amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;index=3;' title='Surfer Girl'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4416050762559664315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4416050762559664315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4416050762559664315' title='Surfer Girl'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SuFFeSyU6sI/AAAAAAAABW4/oa6W_4OcP4E/s72-c/021011beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-3765551468257042653</id><published>2009-10-20T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:28:16.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Tell You Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St6awOPB8xI/AAAAAAAABWw/UGzArbDj73I/s1600-h/6a00d83451ba0b69e200e5517127158833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St6awOPB8xI/AAAAAAAABWw/UGzArbDj73I/s320/6a00d83451ba0b69e200e5517127158833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394919556881969938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eagles***Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timothy B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schmit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on lead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; company, play a genuine &amp;amp; melancholy classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim has a wonderful &amp;amp; poignant style of singing, besides his adroit electric Bass chops, that tends to knock my socks off. Alas...But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed Sirs...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-3765551468257042653?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7gK-cyJFwc' title='I Can&apos;t Tell You Why'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/3765551468257042653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/3765551468257042653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3765551468257042653' title='I Can&apos;t Tell You Why'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St6awOPB8xI/AAAAAAAABWw/UGzArbDj73I/s72-c/6a00d83451ba0b69e200e5517127158833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-4117841658019526330</id><published>2009-10-19T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:36:49.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas(War is Over)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St1MLoqsuvI/AAAAAAAABWo/lrUAdKKxzNw/s1600-h/john_lennon_alone_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St1MLoqsuvI/AAAAAAAABWo/lrUAdKKxzNw/s320/john_lennon_alone_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394551691438504690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Lennon***If You Want It...; Changing the course of human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has many names &amp;amp; we are all a part of this world. God Bless You John &amp;amp; your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohana&lt;/span&gt;, which is Hawaiian, for you &amp;amp; your loved ones &amp;amp; we might also say everyone on this tiny little blue orb...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="s1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-4117841658019526330?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quBWzy7eEqs' title='Happy Christmas(War is Over)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4117841658019526330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4117841658019526330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4117841658019526330' title='Happy Christmas(War is Over)'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/St1MLoqsuvI/AAAAAAAABWo/lrUAdKKxzNw/s72-c/john_lennon_alone_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-2422732467609806211</id><published>2009-10-19T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:26:52.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StwwuKnBZ9I/AAAAAAAABWg/Gc2UZronvdQ/s1600-h/zap_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StwwuKnBZ9I/AAAAAAAABWg/Gc2UZronvdQ/s320/zap_beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394240023363151826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beach Boys***Alternate version; This has got to be one of the finest songs I've ever had the pleasure to listen to. It's not just Brian, but the whole chemistry of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've played this song so many times &amp;amp; it still retains that edge that borders between crying for Gods' sake, or feeling like a warm wave is coming along to bail you out of, or propel you into something that you just know is going to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never lucky enough to have had a girl or woman say anything like that to me, &amp;amp; I sure could have used the positive power vibes, for all the messes that I've gotten into. It seems that some folk think of me as the "curse of their life" blah blah...or something on the other hand drops straight down from heaven onto my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they say "don't worry baby" in Japanese. I won't even go there. But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-2422732467609806211?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koT0zHT-oJI' title='Don&apos;t Worry Baby'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2422732467609806211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2422732467609806211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2422732467609806211' title='Don&apos;t Worry Baby'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StwwuKnBZ9I/AAAAAAAABWg/Gc2UZronvdQ/s72-c/zap_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-6488962400300705597</id><published>2009-10-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:42:37.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StuLvuoRYwI/AAAAAAAABWY/dd85l-9XYxg/s1600-h/john-lennon-double-fantasy-portada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StuLvuoRYwI/AAAAAAAABWY/dd85l-9XYxg/s320/john-lennon-double-fantasy-portada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058630793356034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Lennon***The best version, with a snap of guitar; On a cassette recorder. Johns chromatic chord pattern is eye opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrical meanings can really have many meanings, depending on who is observing...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-6488962400300705597?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH81uwLbqys' title='Real Love'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/6488962400300705597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/6488962400300705597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#6488962400300705597' title='Real Love'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StuLvuoRYwI/AAAAAAAABWY/dd85l-9XYxg/s72-c/john-lennon-double-fantasy-portada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-1845401445231913568</id><published>2009-10-16T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:37:28.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StlYAZdAvwI/AAAAAAAABVg/UAgqr0zUHd0/s1600-h/album-the-cars-candyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StlYAZdAvwI/AAAAAAAABVg/UAgqr0zUHd0/s320/album-the-cars-candyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393438792608694018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cars***At their primal best. It's hard to find an American band or European for that matter, that rides head &amp;amp; shoulders above the rest of the wolf pack...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-1845401445231913568?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxB8Z7GL6yc' title='Candy-O'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1845401445231913568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/1845401445231913568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1845401445231913568' title='Candy-O'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StlYAZdAvwI/AAAAAAAABVg/UAgqr0zUHd0/s72-c/album-the-cars-candyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-5815545925236614093</id><published>2009-10-14T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:14:52.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sta9yq-i2HI/AAAAAAAABVY/GsrmX6H_Lfo/s1600-h/beatles-balloon_1360224i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sta9yq-i2HI/AAAAAAAABVY/GsrmX6H_Lfo/s320/beatles-balloon_1360224i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392706282050476146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Beatles***Can you ever tell which songs are written by Mr. Lennon, Sir Paul, or George or who ? It's not really that hard. On one level, just listen to who's singing...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a point of conjecture, or shall we say bias, as in my case, it revolves down to one primary level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that John Lennon was The Beatles...But What Do I Know Anyway...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-5815545925236614093?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRFNhLEKNRE' title='It&apos;s Only Love'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5815545925236614093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5815545925236614093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5815545925236614093' title='It&apos;s Only Love'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Sta9yq-i2HI/AAAAAAAABVY/GsrmX6H_Lfo/s72-c/beatles-balloon_1360224i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-2223208504927067469</id><published>2009-10-12T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:26:34.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdjPcbTdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ydLR0fQ_KpM/s1600-h/Beatles-McCartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdjPcbTdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ydLR0fQ_KpM/s320/Beatles-McCartney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391967145147715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul McCartney Sir***Never heard this one. I've gone on a mini-rampage of some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pauls&lt;/span&gt;' solo stuff, past Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a natural, his songs just drop like water falling into the sea, just like you &amp;amp; me. Don't we all need love...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-2223208504927067469?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sYstxLoOnYA' title='Waterfalls'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2223208504927067469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/2223208504927067469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2223208504927067469' title='Waterfalls'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdjPcbTdI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ydLR0fQ_KpM/s72-c/Beatles-McCartney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-4007731797177801105</id><published>2009-10-09T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:24:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Trials-(live 1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdH_nGPpI/AAAAAAAABVI/A-C_-BD6Plo/s1600-h/paul_mc_cartney_picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdH_nGPpI/AAAAAAAABVI/A-C_-BD6Plo/s320/paul_mc_cartney_picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391966677041036946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Paul McCartney***I've never actually sat down &amp;amp; had a good listen to Pauls' work. Might seem strange coming from a Beatle fanatic...but there you go. So I'm experiencing this perhaps a bit like you are. God only knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to me upon a random few listens, to be one heck of a fine song indeed...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-4007731797177801105?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOQeWGYHXuU&amp;feature=channel_page' title='All My Trials-(live 1990)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4007731797177801105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/4007731797177801105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4007731797177801105' title='All My Trials-(live 1990)'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/StQdH_nGPpI/AAAAAAAABVI/A-C_-BD6Plo/s72-c/paul_mc_cartney_picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-8228211571557448185</id><published>2009-10-08T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:10:27.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Please Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss6NEraAZvI/AAAAAAAABU4/L0S1BspN2Ns/s1600-h/gal_mccartney-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss6NEraAZvI/AAAAAAAABU4/L0S1BspN2Ns/s320/gal_mccartney-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390400915519858418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sir Paul McCartney***Playing a song that's about my favorite tune that The Beatles ever conjured up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this live cover is quite good, we know that the original is far superior...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-8228211571557448185?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MWVo1fjRsQ' title='Please Please Me'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8228211571557448185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8228211571557448185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8228211571557448185' title='Please Please Me'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss6NEraAZvI/AAAAAAAABU4/L0S1BspN2Ns/s72-c/gal_mccartney-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-5989637882131376</id><published>2009-10-07T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:59:22.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss08vlCbO6I/AAAAAAAABUw/QHcOJ9BqVvE/s1600-h/Sir+Paul+McCartney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss08vlCbO6I/AAAAAAAABUw/QHcOJ9BqVvE/s320/Sir+Paul+McCartney.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390031117126155170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul McCartney***When it's all said &amp;amp; done, there's no denying what true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; revolves inside Sir Paul McCartney. He's utterly amazing. What else can one say...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-5989637882131376?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnTskBTaAlU' title='Here Today'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5989637882131376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/5989637882131376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5989637882131376' title='Here Today'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/Ss08vlCbO6I/AAAAAAAABUw/QHcOJ9BqVvE/s72-c/Sir+Paul+McCartney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254367.post-8628845519472162484</id><published>2009-10-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T00:37:17.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'm Amazed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SsrzjyG4iWI/AAAAAAAABUo/kX-RbEZE5ks/s1600-h/mccartney_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SsrzjyG4iWI/AAAAAAAABUo/kX-RbEZE5ks/s320/mccartney_hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389387700173834594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wings/Paul McCartney***Rather a good song. I feel he really means what he's talking about at that moment. How can I knock the guy. He's brilliant...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254367-8628845519472162484?l=dreampark9.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cm2YyVZBL8U' title='Maybe I&apos;m Amazed'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8628845519472162484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254367/posts/default/8628845519472162484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreampark9.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8628845519472162484' title='Maybe I&apos;m Amazed'/><author><name>MoonDogGreen</name><email>MoonDogGreen@Gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16547648976444517524'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lvf1U4p-WVE/SsrzjyG4iWI/AAAAAAAABUo/kX-RbEZE5ks/s72-c/mccartney_hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>