Category Archives: Song of the Day

Song of the Day: Changes by David Bowie

Posted on by Lisa Marie Bowman

Here’s David Bowie with Changes!

Still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild, a million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet

So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Don’t want to be a richer man)

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Just gonna have to be a different man)

Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same

And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They’re quite aware of what they’re going through

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it)

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Where’s your shame, you’ve left us up to our necks in it)

Time may change me
But you can’t trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Ah changes are taking the pace I’m going through

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Oh, look out you rock ‘n rollers)

Ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strain)
Ch-ch-changes
(Pretty soon now you’re gonna get older)

Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

I said that time may change me
But I can’t trace time

Songwriters: David Bowie

Song of the Day: Dreams (by Van Halen)

Posted on by Arleigh

A funny thing about Dreams is that, if you grew up in the mid‑to‑late ’80s, you didn’t just hear this song — you absorbedit through a six‑story IMAX screen at an amusement park. Every elementary school kid in that era got marched into one of those giant dome theaters for the annual field trip “educational experience.” For me it was Great America in Santa Clara, where they’d blast Dreams over footage of jets, landscapes, and whatever else looked cool on a screen the size of a football field. So the song already had this mythic, larger‑than‑life vibe before you even knew who Van Halen was.

Listening to it now as an adult, you realize how much of that huge, soaring energy was entirely Eddie’s doing. The song has this triumphant, larger-than-life feel to it, and his guitar work is the whole engine driving it. He doesn’t just strum along in the background; he creates this massive, shimmering wall of sound with his chorused-out tones and subtle little hammer-on flourishes that just float over the synth and Sammy Hagar’s vocals. It’s one of those tracks where you’re basically waiting for him to just take the wheel because his playing is so infectious and loud, even when he’s holding back during the verses.

And man, when he finally does take over, it’s absolutely worth the wait. If you cue the track up, pay close attention right at the 2:53 mark—that is the exact moment Eddie’s guitar solo kicks in, and it is pure magic. It’s not just a standard solo; it feels like the guitar is literally taking flight, which makes total sense why they used it for those old IMAX aviation documentaries. He weaves in these wild, squealing harmonics, blistering legato runs, and that signature tapped vibrato that nobody else on earth could ever replicate. It’s melodic but incredibly aggressive, showing off exactly why he was considered a god among guitar players.

Ultimately, Dreams is a perfect showcase of Eddie’s ability to make his instrument sound like the true lead vocalist of the band. He blends pure technical shredding with genuine, uplifting emotion, turning what could have been a standard late-80s rock track into something completely cinematic. Whenever I hear those opening notes today, I’m instantly transported right back to sitting in that dark, giant IMAX theater with a bunch of rowdy kids, totally mesmerized by the sound of his fingers on the fretboard. It’s just one of those songs that proves his playing wasn’t just noisy—it was absolutely majestic.

Dreams

World turns black and white
Pictures in an empty room
Your love starts fallin’ down
Better change your tune
Yeah, you reach for the golden ring
Reach for the sky
Baby, just spread your wings

And get higher and higher
Straight up we’ll climb
We’ll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind

Run, run, run away
Like a train runnin’ off the track
Got the truth bein’ left behind
Fall between the cracks
Standin’ on broken dreams
Never losin’ sight, ah
Well, just spread your wings

We’ll get higher and higher
Straight up we’ll climb
We’ll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind

So baby, dry your eyes
Save all the tears you’ve cried
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of
‘Cause we belong
In a world that must be strong
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of

[guitar solo @2:53]

Yeah, we’ll get higher and higher
Straight up we’ll climb
Higher and higher
Leave it all behind
Oh, we’ll get higher and higher
Who knows what we’ll find?

So baby, dry your eyes
Save all the tears you’ve cried
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of
Oh baby, we belong
In a world that must be strong
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of

And in the end
On dreams we will depend
‘Cause that’s what love is made of

Great Guitar Solos Series

Song of the Day: Jessica (by The Allman Brothers Band)

Posted on by Arleigh

When you sit down with Jessica by The Allman Brothers Band, it’s hard not to feel an immediate sense of warmth and uplift. It’s pure joy set to music, a sonic road trip with the top down and a sunny sky above. The backstory is pretty great too—Dickey Betts wrote it for his little daughter, and you can practically hear her bouncing around the room in that playful, carefree melody. It’s an instrumental, which means the guitars have to do all the talking, and man, do they have a lot to say. The song is a masterclass in weaving intricate parts together, from the opening acoustic strums to the dual-guitar harmonies that just make you want to tap your foot.

The real magic kicks in about halfway through. The song’s structure is a journey, with themes and melodies weaving in and out. There’s a fantastic piano solo from Chuck Leavell that comes in a bit before the halfway mark, but the main event, the centerpiece guitar solo, is where Dickey Betts truly shines. His solo begins at 3:45, and it’s like he’s telling a story without words. It’s not about flashy, fast playing, but about crafting a melody that feels both conversational and powerful—just pure, expressive Southern rock.

What’s so interesting is the technique behind that sunny sound. Betts was paying tribute to the great Django Reinhardt with this tune, actually writing it to be played using only two fingers on the fretboard. That restriction somehow gave the melody its distinct, rolling quality. It’s built on a major scale with a slightly bluesy twist, giving it that upbeat yet soulful feel. He uses clean, melodic phrasing and these country-inspired double stops that just sing, making the guitar sound as natural as breathing. It’s a testament to his genius that he could create something so timeless with such a simple, almost limiting, approach.

It’s wild to think this cheerful song came out of a period of heavy loss for the band, after the deaths of Duane Allman and Berry Oakley. Instead of wallowing, they channeled that energy into this seven-and-a-half-minute celebration of life. The fact that it’s named after Betts’ daughter just adds to its personal, life-affirming feeling. For me, Jessica is the definitive proof that a guitar solo, when done right, can say more than a thousand lyrics ever could. Betts’ solo from 3:45 onward is a masterpiece of mood and melody, and it’s the reason this song has become one of the most iconic and beloved instrumentals in rock history.

Great Guitar Solos Series

Song of the Day: The Other Side by Public Service Broadcasting

Posted on by Lisa Marie Bowman

Today’s sonf of the day is Public Service Broadcasting’s inspiring tribute to space exploration, The Other Side!

Yes, those are the voices of actual NASA engineers and astronauts, experiencing the dark side of the moon for the very first time.

This is from PSB’s classic album, Race for Space.

Enjoy!