Baby, can you hear me now?

Here's ya a mellow tune for your Friday.

Helpless, helpless, helpless...
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.

'70s flashback: Have a nice day!

Needed something to make me feel better. So, of course, I turned to music. What else, right?

I either have another kidney stone or one hell of a flareup in my SI joint. I feel terrible.

Never fear. I'm back in the '70s again. Listening to "American Top 40" on Sirius/XM '70s on 7 with Casey Kasem, the original broadcast from this date in 1979. Can't wait to hear the No. 1 song!

After Casey's last at-bat, I'm going to put The Band's "The Last Waltz" in the 8-track player, ease back into my Archie Bunker chair, slip on my rose-colored classes and turn up the heating pad.

Music, after all, is magic medicine.

Have a nice day!

'The Last Waltz'

Good news: OK, so I haven't fallen since Wednesday, except for a near-miss last night.

Better news: I've got an ice pack under my left knee and am watching "The Last Waltz" on Blu-ray.

Fantastic doesn't even come close to describing this sweet Scorsese-directed slice of celluloid.

Here's to ya, Levon! RIP, brother.

More to come when I'm feeling better...