Peter Case

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The complications in this discussion of The Birth of Tragedy are over whelming at this point.  I’ve been looking at the companion piece he wrote later, An Attempt At Self- Criticism.  Have you fellows seen that? He’s opposed Christian with Dionysian. He thinks Christianity is anti-art, anti-life, the desire for a “sabbath of sabbaths.”  I agree that the Christian message has at its root a disgust with the ways of the world. But there’s more to it. It’s also about seeing all with the eyes of love. As usual, what is desirable is not black and white thinking , butRead More
Songwriting Workshops in July include Three Day Songwriting Weekend In SFRead More
I’d left the band. I was disorganized in that cottage up there in the canyon, living alone, banging on the piano I’d rented, with records scattered all over the couch and floor, and notebooks too. All I did was write and demo songs. There was never anything in the refrigerator except beer. On the shelf were boxes and boxes of sake. And I powered down coffee like mad when I wasn’t drinking beer or wine, sake or brandy. Not being much of a cook, I took all my meals out, down on Sunset Boulevard usually, at one of the placesRead More
Live in Cleveland. 1981!   The great Motown/Marvin Gaye hit “One More Heartache” from the live LP “One Night In America.”   Later that same night the legendary “Swingo’s Incident!” Yipes!Read More
Songwriting Classes In July in San Francisco including a Songwriting Weekend, July 21-22-23! More
with Ben Harper, guitar, DJ Bonebreak, drums, Cindy Wasserman & Eva DeRoovere, background vocals, David J Carpenter, bass, Jebin Bruni, keyboards Recorded by Sheldon Gomberg at the Carriage House, in Los Angeles Inspired by the Richard Wright novel The Outsider.Read More
    Mother was doing her ironing while she listened to Nat King Cole Teenagers came & went in cars all tuned to rock’n’roll Windows were open in the summer heat Locusts were buzzing out there street The feelings passed now I can’t recall How we never thought that we had it all   Everything has been erased that’s the way it goes First the laughter then the light now they’re all gone & locked up tight where the cold wind blows But we’ll all meet again at the end of The Long Good Time We’ll all meet again atRead More
The Plane That Never Flies Mr. Wig! Brotherman Rock ‘n’ Roll Blind LemonRead More
Allen The Frozen Chosen were playing every night on the corner of Broadway and Columbus, across from City Lights books, and Allen Ginsberg started coming out. We spotted him walking across the street towards us, he stepped right up and said “Hey guys, I’m Allen. Mind if I sit in?” We knew who he was, and said “sure.”  He said “Can you play some country blues?”  And we said yeah and went into a blues, and he started making up a song right there on the corner, singing to the people passing by. It was sailors and hookers and touristsRead More
Barry Rose, the music director at the local rock ‘n’ roll radio station KBOP, happened to live in Joey’s building. Every so often he and his wife came out to the pool and Joey’d smoke a joint with them in the Jacuzzi. Joey got to know him a bit, so after we had the record finished and had an acetate, we decided to give Barry a preview. Joey set it up for the next night at 7pm, in Joey’s apartment. We’d all be there, the writer’s, Joey, Chris, and me. Supplies were ready, all the Gold, Ludes, Courvosier, Heinikens, andRead More