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Mad Dogs, some Englishmen, and Joe Cocker's road back

When Joe Cocker returned home in 1971 from the madness that was the Mad Dogs & Englishmen tour of America, he went off radar.

Before computers, before mobile phones, before texting and Face-timing, off radar really was off radar. 920 more words

The Skelly Suggests...Cherry Pickin' Joe Cocker

The following cherry-pick through Joe’s discography includes the writing credits for each song.

  1. THE LETTER  ( Wayne Thompson)
  2. CRY ME A RIVER ( Arthur Hamilton)
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Solomon Waits

Slow burn is all the more painful, as the heart withers slowly, prefer a fast hit like the others, wants to get over the pain, young child can’t handle it anymore, takes the syringe and understands what it’s for, the promise and the prayers unanswered, tired of all the clichés and excuses, doesn’t… 131 more words


"Up Where We Belong," Joe Cocker And Jennifer Warnes (1992)

Who knows what tomorrow brings
In a world, few hearts survive
All I know, is the way I feel
When it’s real, I keep my pray alive… 413 more words

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From the Desk...Writing vs Interpreting

Although Joe Cocker co-wrote many songs, mostly with long-time keyboard cohort Chris Stainton, it was his interpretive skills that, rightly, took him to the heights. Despite his ramshackle manner, he was a deeply informed student of song, as evidenced by his extremely wide range of source material, which covered most of the bases of popular and also eclectic songwriting. 175 more words

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Song of the week

Sometimes others see the beauty in us before we can see it in ourselves. May we remind others that they are beautiful to us. That is the theme of this week’s song of the week. http://inspiritual.biz/inspiritual-song-of-the-week1/

Pub Stories...That Time I Told Belushi I Didn't Care For His Joe Cocker Bit

Watching the SNL anniversary show, with the Belushi clips, brought to mind an encounter I had with him in NYC, before the Not Ready For Primetime Players burst into our consciousness. 431 more words

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