I said my friend what do you mean?

As I'm writing this I'm looking up at the autographed photo of Harry Nilsson standing in front of the Eiffel Tower that was given to my dad as a gift from his friend Dawn. Also a HarryHead. And an excellent rock journalist. I always found it interesting that the photo of Harry went right above my father's computer where he worked endlessly. Yes, I inherited a love. My father bought me my first Beatles album, and he put on Nilsson all the time.

I remember spinning round and round (yes this was my great high) while listening to music. I also remember breaking a few c.d. players that way. I think three actually. I had to quit spinning. And by the way, that was very hard to do.

People usually understand why you love The Beatles. They accept it. It's hard not to at least admire the music. When you tell someone you dig Harry Nilsson you usually get a "Huh?" or "Hey, that's the guy who got Lennon drunk! They were crazy!"

But there's always the golden moment that you wait hopefully for when someone responds to you with "Harry!!!" They're usually just as pleased that not only a. they're not alone in that love and b. someone else is listening to Harry. What I've noticed is every Harry Nilsson fan wants everyone else to know who Harry is. Listen to the music, just listen. You have to know his music, you maybe don't know him but you'll know a lot of the music.

I can't really find enough words to explain Harry Nilsson without saying "Brilliant!" and "Heartfelt" a lot. And that's just repetitive. The truth is it's very hard NOT to like Harry.

So as a true HarryHead I'm plugging:

Zip through YouTube and check this trailer at the bottom of the page out! It's for a documentary on Harry's life that has been popping up in film festivals around America. If there was ever a person or story in music that could mix the gritty, soft, joyful, sad, and altogether interesting soul...This is it.

So toast a Brandy Alexander and check him out :)



Love and Schmisses,

Arabella