To day is Joe Cocker's birthday. He was born in 1944, which makes him 65 today.
I happen to like Joe. I love his gravelly bluesy voice. I love how he never seemed to care how he looked as he preformed, throwing his whole body behind his voice. I know there were many of us in the early days who thought maybe he had cerebral palsy.
In 1969 there was a brief moment, a tiny window of opportunity, when I could have gone to Woodstock. A part of me is glad I didn't make it. Another part of me wishes I had. As it is, I know several people who were there and they all say basically the same thing.
"I had a far-out fantastic good time. And I don't remember a thing."
So here he is singing his signature song,
With a Little Help From My Friends.
But just what the heck was he singing? Someone has finally figured it out. Here's the translation.