In honor of that, my Music Top Ten this week is "Songs with an Environmental Theme":
1. Big Yellow Taxi - Joni Mitchell
2. If a Tree Falls - Bruce Cockburn
3. Pollution -Tom Lehrer
4. Blue Water - Poco
5. Nothing But Flowers - Talking Heads (a rather ironic spin on the topic)
6. To the Last Whale (Critical Mass/Wind on the Water) - Crosby and Nash
7. Whose Garden Is This? - Tom Paxton
8. World Party - World Party
9. It's a Different World Now - Rodney Crowell
10. Don't Kill the Whale - Yes
Thanks again to XPN "boardie" buddies for some of these suggestions.
Some of my recent CD discoveries:
A.C. Newman - The Slow Wonder: The driving force behind The New Pornographers put out this solo album about 3 years ago, and it's excellent power-pop. A number of tunes are as good as the best of NP, especially "The Town Halo" and "On the Table" - catchy, brilliant stuff.
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible: I'm still warming up to this one, but it's got at least one thing going for it: "No Cars Go" is one of the best damn songs of the year.
Matt Pond PA - The Green Fury: These guys are becoming one of my favorite "new" bands. Sound a bit like the Shins but a little mellower. This 2002 release has been my entry point to their full-length catalog.
Poetry: Here's one I wrote about visiting my poet friend James Byrne (editor of The Wolf) in London in 2005. It was nominated for a "Best of the Net" award by Sunken Lines:
Down from Hampstead
the Spaniard’s is closed,
so we hike to another café
for screw-top Rothschild
and a sandwich of rocket and egg,
then out to the overlook –
the city laid out like our oyster
(and I with my card) –
before we descend to the town,
muck of the Heath still on our shoes.
(Mine, camouflage brown; yours red –
do the angels still want to wear them?)
We accost bookshops and barkeeps,
clink cheers with a pint or two, or more,
and carry on to our true destination,
a cramped and smoky club
packed with fellow travelers
guilty of poetry,
cleaning the muck
from their own psychic shoes,
with a stiff brush of language.
After words, another pint
chased by last orders,
the night thus rolled in.
we carry good books and thoughts back
to our own little nooks of the world.