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Here is some local Youtube stuff I did. Go to Youtube, type in "Fretboardyoda" and my Youtube videos will appear.
Or go here...
Enjoy!
Fretboardyoda.
Where is the earth?
or Hermosa Beach?
or another movie
by the guy from Painted Willie?
Link: http://vimeo.com/23499919

Marian Joan Elliott-Said
Why the fuck do you look so good?
Boppin' to the raucous rhythm
ok to be 'live right now watch'n you dance
WATCH VIDEO

Shadow of God
Raving reporter Max Gross joins the faithful assembled to worship Bob Dylan at the Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, Australia, 22 April 2011
Last night at an indoor tennis court I saw God Dylan sing, accompanied by one of the tightest back-up bands I have ever heard.
The band was hot, its chops were second-to-none, lanky Charlie Sexton driving it home like a possessed axe-meister wielding a magic wand.
Bob strolled onstage to a exhultant uproar from a packed audience that sprang to its feet in sheer joy at the sight of one of the 20th Century's greatest musical heroes.
At 70 inspiring years old, he looked as cool as ever: the hat, the half-length coat, the lean figure and that phlegmatic, laid-back manner, the stage lights casting his tall shadow on the backdrop like the enigmatic giant that he is...
And then Bob sang.
Imagine Tom Waits, shit-faced, on a really bad night, suffering bronchitis... while choking on spagetti... with a sack over his head... and being throttled by the Boston Strangler.
My heart sank and I sank even lower in my plastic seat.
I realised in genuine despair that without that band, those dynamic musos, Mr Zimmerman would exposed as a forlorn and feeble shadow of his former self.
He coughed, he growled, he croaked, he barked, and in some songs he actually got away with it, the band members providing relentless, faultless support.
But there was no getting away from the fact that this was an old man whose voice – never much good in the first place – was gone.
Thank Almighty Cthulhu for Dylan's lyrics, his real gift, I told myself.
But when Bob alarmingly barked his way through “Senor” I thought he was going to gag, choke and hawk a gob of pleghm into the first row of the Gold Section.
And with most of his songs totally rearranged it was real a challenge to recognise them.
Did I say lyrics?
If you didn't already know them you wouldn't have heard them last night.
Gargling his way through one upbeat number, I eventually made out the hoarse words “tangled-up in blue”.
Oh, I thought, it's that one.
And so it went for about 90 remarkable minutes or more, with people wandering out and in with more over-priced beer and God Dylan occasionally turning his head away from the mike to cough into his fist, plucking clumsily at his guitar and plunking away on his keyboard, rocking away with an exuberant group of first-class musos.
I was amazed Bob was able to stay on his feet for so long.
When he gave an encore I hoped - I prayed! - that he would not do the one song everyone knew he would do. And he did.
Forever Young. The worshipful crowd ate it up.
Pulling my $45 souvenir cap low over my eyes, I left the tennis court and headed straight for the nearest bar to drown my sorrows.
Dylan's supporting act had been local hero Paul Kelly whose performance was riveting, heart-felt and flawless. Kelly's voice was pitch perfect and sweet to the ears.
As I knocked back the first of a long line-up of vodkas, I regretfully wished he had taken Bob's place that night.
Something had happened but I didn't what it was, did I, Mr Dylan?
This is Max Gross for XenoXnews.com wishing you all a very merry Cruci-Fiction Day indeed!

THE BALLAD OF AN OLD THIN MAN...
Rock and Roll superstar Bob Dylan continued his ground breaking tour of East Asia by performing in the island state of Singapore last Friday night. Beneath the bright equatorial moon and the giant Singapore Eye, Bob belted out some of his greatest hits to an enthusiastic crowd that included all ages and races of this fabulous Island nation. Ably supported by a marvellous backing band, including electric guitar virtuoso Charlie Sexton, Bob showed everyone that though he maybe in the sunset of his career he can still rock out with the best of them.
While the Singapore Eye wheeled in the distance the crowd bopped to Bob Dylan's rockin' tunes.
Displaying a rare musical mastery Dylan oscillated between the Hammond organ and guitar singing with his spare guttural voice. In between times he occasionally blasted out solos on his harmonica. Some of his vast back catalogue he sung included 70s classics Tangled up in Blue and Simple Twist of Fate as well as some chestnuts from the sixties like Highway 61, Ballad of a Thin Man, and Hard Rain.
Though with little to say to the audience beyond introducing his band, Dylan thrilled the crowd with a rousing encore of two of his masterpieces, Like a Rolling Stone and Forever Young. It left the Singaporean crowd gasping in wonder and pondering on the greatness they had just witnessed.
There he is, circled in red, Mr Tambourine Man live in the Island city of Singapore!
If he is passing through your town do yourself a favour and catch this maestro of song while you can. You won't regret it.

A rumour going around the international journalist community is that the core team behind one of Australia's only fair dinkum newspapers is planning to collaborate and release music under a provocative band name.
George Revere and friends rejoice the news of band reformation
It is understood that discussions are already under way about how the collaboration will work.
A spokesperson for the group suggested that the process will work as follows:
Music will be created through internet collaboration.
a. One member creates drum beat and forwards it to next member (bass player?) via soundcloud
b. Bass player adds his track and forwards track to next member (guitar player)
c. Lyric ideas produced collaboratively in yet to be decided process
d. Music and lyrics sent to singer for mangling and recording
e. Music then edited, mixed and mastered
f. Video production yet to be decided
g. Music and video then to be released to the masses through itunes, amazon and the like.
Apparently the process is well underway with only the name of the band to be finalised.