I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I'll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
If only in my dreams
IT'S 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
And Merry Christmas.
Twas the week before Christmas, when all thru the show . . .
Musicians heads were floating, their bodies no mo'
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that some torsos soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
What? You think we want them to see disembodied heads?
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my tuque,
Had just settled in and were ready to juke —
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the hi-fi to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, like a bat out of hell,
I grabbed my shotgun and a handful of shells.
The streetlight shown on the rain-slicked blacktop,
Revealing Jackie Gleason's head falling like a raindrop.
AND NOT just his, but Sinatra's, too,
Join Lena Horne's in a floating boogaloo.
Bodyless Webb Pierce yelled
"3 Chords & the Truth!"
And I ran to the hi-fi -- it didn't take a sleuth.
I'd forgotten it was time for the Big Show,
And the famed floating heads were ready to go!
"Now! Frankie, now! Lena, now! Simon and Garfunkel,
"On! Frankie, on! Jackie, mind your carbuncle!
"To the top of the charts! Eschew all your clinkers!
"And we need a band -- disembodied heads got no fingers!"
This may seem strange for a Yuletide regalement,
I guess you can blame that nail-gun impalement.
Be that as it may, tell 'em from Dover to Doha,
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
The Big Show is back, and we're casting our fate to the wind.
That's not nothing -- the wind has been pretty damned ill lately. And so has your Mighty Favog.
I call it the Crud, and it seems everybody around Omaha, by God, Nebraska has had it this winter. It would seem that I may have gotten it worse than most -- about a month of varying degrees of sickness, 10 days of antibiotics and the worst laryngitis I've ever encountered.
Even now, my voice probably is only 80 percent, but that's good enough, I reckon, for 3 Chords & the Truth to be back on the Internets. So here it is.
Thank God.
I do believe we're picking up where we left off in the good -- and eclectic -- music department. On the other hand, the proof is in the listening, and the Big Show is ripe for listening after all this time away from the microphone.
Here's hoping that you're as eager to see what 3 Chords & the Truth is up to in the new year as I was eager to be up to something podcast-y in 2017.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
See what happens when you come back from a restorative break from the weekly grind?
The Big Show hits new heights, that's what. So now your Mighty Favog has to figure out how to program a program from the pinnacle of podcasting prodigiousness.
Trouble is, it's cold up here. Much nippier than the relatively balmy autumnal mean down below in Omaha, by God, Nebraska.
Fortunately, I've got some wonderful music to keep me warm this week on 3 Chords & the Truth. I trust it also will keep you well entertained for, as usual, we cover just about all the bases on this eclectic artistic enterprise.
FOR INSTANCE, you're going to hear from the composer who started as an arranger for Paul Whiteman . . . and was inspired to finish his own masterpiece by shaping another for orchestral performance. And we'll hear a little something from Paul Whiteman and his concert orchestra, too, via the 78 RPM Wayback Machine.
And, for an encore, we'll show you a bit of commonality between classical and country . . . music, that is. You won't hear that on your local FM station, that's for certain.
We can do this because here at 3 Chords & the Truth, all things are fresh and new . . . and we don't have no stinkin' rules. Come to think of it, we have damn few preconceptions, as well. But if you regularly listen to the program, you already know that, don't you?
I DON'T KNOW why I'm going on about this, being that it's common knowledge. I suppose it's the need to fill space with words so this entry doesn't look funny. Headline, picture, podcast player would just look . . . incomplete.
So consider this post for the newest edition of the program complete.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
Did you know you can paint with sound?
Did you know that you can create a musical landscape with a playlist?
What we do here on 3 Chords & the Truth is paint soundscapes, which is the same thing as a musical landscape, with audio equipment as your canvas and your ears substituting for your eyes. This edition of the podcast takes the concept of soundscapes and -- BAM! -- kicks it up a notch.
Bet you like it.
WHEN YOU look at the playlist for this week's episode of the Big Show, what you see is a spreadsheet. When you listen to the playlist for this week's show, what you hear is magic.
What you hear is pieces of music and snippets of sound creating a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. You hear familiar songs put together in unfamiliar ways.
You hear unfamiliar compositions take on a certain familiarity.
What you don't hear is something that you fully expect. What you cannot be when faced with a fresh soundscape is complacent.
WE HAVE a media world out there that's overrun by complacency. 3 Chords & the Truth ain't that.
And that's an audio picture worth painting.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
I keep thinking "If we make it through December. . . ."
But then somebody else -- yet another giant -- dies. And we're yet again musically orphaned. This sucks.
This got old long ago. 2016 is a very, very bad year.
And this time, it's the great Merle Haggard. Anymore, what can you even say? You just start repeating yourself while merely swapping out the name of one legend for another.
So . . . once again we merely pay humble tribute. To Merle.
And I think I'm gonna just sit here and drink.
MEANTIME, we have some other stuff going for you on this edition of 3 Chords & the Truth, including a really wild set later on in the show. In other words, the usual eclectic and cool stuff you've come to associate with the Big Show.
Umm hmm.
Listen to the program. It's good.
And that's about all I have to say about that.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
We almost interrupt this program due to technical difficulties.
Almost.
It's a little late this go around, but 3 Chords & the Truth is here . . . and the music is good. Really good.
IN A FEW instances, as usual, your mind will be blown by the latest edition of the Big Show. Take safety precautions to prevent ill effects similar to those occurring when the Adobe Audition audio editor comes in contact with the latest Mac OS, El Capitan.
In short, your mental state could resemble Donald Trump's hair.
Be prepared. Be safe. Hold on.
COME TO think of it, we are on, right?
Testing. Testing. One, two, three, four, five. . . . Testing.
Whew! I was worried there for a second. Carry on.
It's 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.
