tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43570016163336645222024-03-19T01:48:21.999-07:00Burning WoodUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-65182304978544596602024-03-18T04:43:00.000-07:002024-03-18T04:43:21.301-07:00"Happiness Bastards" Has Made This Bastard Very Happy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CPORU8zB77M" width="320" youtube-src-id="CPORU8zB77M"></iframe></div><p></p><p>My favorite Black Crowes member has always been drummer Steve Gorman. Having seen the band live over 30 to 40 times, I can attest to Gorman's ability to drive each and every song with John Bonham like power and precision. So I wasn't taking his absence from the recording of the first new Crowes album in 15 years lightly. </p><p>I have now listened to "Happiness Bastards" three times, three different ways. First as advance files off my iPod and through my stereo. I enjoyed it. The second time with headphones on Amazon Music Unlimited. I enjoyed it even more. And then the vinyl arrived. I love this record. And I love you, Steve Gorman, but Brian Griffin is just fine here.</p><p>"Bedside Manners" is a nice opener, kicking things off with the type of Stones meets Faces rock and roll the Crowes have been doing for years. Nothing groundbreaking, but ain't nothing wrong with it either! ***</p><p>"Rats & Clowns" reminds me too much of "Lickin'" from "Lions." I never liked "Lickin'," with its choppy rhythm and Chris barking as opposed to singing, but the guitar break is a killer, taking a page from the best of AC/DC's early records, and it saved the song for me. **1/2</p><p>"Cross Your Fingers" was the second single and I love it just as much now as I did when it was first released. This feels a lot like Led Zeppelin in all the best ways. A really greasey groove. ****</p><p>"Wanting & Waiting" was the first single, and I dug it less than the second single, because I couldn't get around the lazy rip of "Jealous Again"...until now. The riff is unbeatable, and those handclaps into the backing vocals before the chorus are to die for. This is great record making. ****<br /></p><p>"Wilted Rose" features country sensation Lainey Wilson and it is a solid ballad that is a wonderful way to end Side One. Big instrumental break. ***</p><p>"Dirty Cold Sun" explodes off the grooves! I haven't danced around this much in years. This is 3 minutes of fire, Zep and Faces meets Funkadelic. This one is a monster. ***** <br /><br />"Bleed It Dry" is a terrific, sloppy blues that feels like it came out of the "Exile On Main Street" sessions. ***1/2</p><p>"Flesh Wound" is weird territory for the Brothers Robinson. Maybe this is all in my head, but if you toned everything down, removed the distortion off the guitars, made the production a tad softer, the melodies and harmonies remind me of something off of "Help" or "Rubber Soul." Def a 60's psych thing happening. I don't love this track. **</p><p>"Follow The Moon" has a killer riff but the song doesn't go anywhere. I imagine this is what non-Crowes fans think all of their music sounds like. Still, not terrible. Just that I've heard it before. **1/2</p><p>"Kindred Friend" opens up like a Neil Young "Harvest"-era track, and breezes along, though the melody, or maybe it is the way Chris is singing the melody, seems forced. "Wilted Rose" is the better ballad. **1/2</p><p>"Happiness Bastards" is a worthy comeback, with at least half of the record rivaling The Black Crowes' best work. I'm happy to have it and after a few spins, I still want more. That's a good sign.</p><p>I'm giving it ****, which ranks it higher on my Crowes list than "Amorica," "Lions," "Warpaint," and "Before The frost...Until the Freeze."<br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9sfcdvlw_zA" width="320" youtube-src-id="9sfcdvlw_zA"></iframe></div><br /> <br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-86538603511573526902024-03-17T05:09:00.000-07:002024-03-17T05:09:20.687-07:00Songs Of The Week, 2024: 3/9-3/15<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBw73PAUAH8ckMulmk-7ObLHi5mgQRGzeoCTw4bS-nWhPCfDM1uYN-q6v-qykTRGfg4nY3PyW8yQ0tzuRJbpYKreuragr6GlIJSxSXMFxj2ukknBlP6hTBPHTNf12n2UMKe28lPPvdl9QfLCtr0eGq4omRcIrUJo57TO3yGGkC39-04sazKnm6vUu-7g/s411/car_radio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="411" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRBw73PAUAH8ckMulmk-7ObLHi5mgQRGzeoCTw4bS-nWhPCfDM1uYN-q6v-qykTRGfg4nY3PyW8yQ0tzuRJbpYKreuragr6GlIJSxSXMFxj2ukknBlP6hTBPHTNf12n2UMKe28lPPvdl9QfLCtr0eGq4omRcIrUJo57TO3yGGkC39-04sazKnm6vUu-7g/s320/car_radio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Shake, Shake Mama- Mance Lipscomb<br />Black Night- Snooks Eaglin<br />Bullshit- Grace Jones<br />Everybody's Falling In Love- World Party<br />Over The Hill- John Martyn<br />You Are Leaving Now- The Gaylads<br />Everybody's Talking About The All American- J.D. McPherson</p><p><a href="http://s141.servername.online/~burnw0/sotw2410.zip">zip</a></p><p><b>Shake, Shake Mama- Mance Lipscomb</b><br />Talking about Mance last week made me want to listen to Mance. And you absolutely should watch Les Blank's brilliant documentary on Mance, "A Well Spent Life." You can watch it four times and it still would come in under "Killers Of The Flower Moon."<br /><br /><b>Black Night- Snooks Eaglin</b><br />With the New Orleans' Jazz Fest right around the corner, friends and I always discuss all of our faves that are no longer with us. The great Snooks Eaglin tops the list.<br /><b><br />Bullshit- Grace Jones</b><br />I rave often about the Grace Jones trilogy that includes "Warm Leatherette," "Nightclubbing," and "Living My Life." This is from "Warm Leatherette."<br /><b><br />Everybody's Falling In Love- World Party</b><br />Still hard to believe the great Karl Wallinger is gone. This one is one of his most recent "new" songs, and one that feels very much like Neil Finn to my ears.<br /><br /><b>Over The Hill- John Martyn</b><br />The Brothers Robinson do a fantastic cover of this in concert. Here's the terrific original from one of Martyn's best.<br /><b><br />You Are Leaving Now- The Gaylads</b><br />Yeah yeah. Nothing to hear here. Just a great old reggae track from one of my favorite old reggae records. Move along.<br /><b><br />Everybody's Talking About The All American- J.D. McPherson</b><br />As Christine said in the comments on a recent post, " No need for morning coffee if you listen to this first."</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-31343786009678625962024-03-16T05:28:00.000-07:002024-03-16T05:28:37.048-07:00BW's Saturday #10<p> </p><blockquote class="instagram-media" data-instgrm-permalink="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3pW1fJOtYz/?utm_source=ig_embed&utm_campaign=loading" data-instgrm-version="14" style=" background:#FFF; border:0; border-radius:3px; box-shadow:0 0 1px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.5),0 1px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.15); margin: 1px; max-width:540px; min-width:326px; padding:0; width:99.375%; width:-webkit-calc(100% - 2px); width:calc(100% - 2px);"><div style="padding:16px;"> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3pW1fJOtYz/?utm_source=ig_embed&utm_campaign=loading" style=" background:#FFFFFF; line-height:0; padding:0 0; text-align:center; text-decoration:none; width:100%;" target="_blank"> <div style=" display: flex; 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<script async src="//www.instagram.com/embed.js"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-57819986363948502024-03-13T05:03:00.000-07:002024-03-13T05:03:18.731-07:00New From Norah<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fRuqmr0G-b0" width="320" youtube-src-id="fRuqmr0G-b0"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p>The last Norah Jones record I listened to was the 2013 Everly Brothers tribute made with Billie Joe Armstrong. It did nothing for me. Her Blue Note debut in 2002 hit the spot, and 166 Grammys later, her follow-up, 2004's "Feels Like Home" was even better. I was now officially a fan and would see her perform live a half dozen times over the course of a few years. But then, rather than keep me on my toes with the genre-hopping and side projects, the way Elvis Costello, Todd Rundgren and David Bowie would, I lost patience and I started to care less and less about Jones' releases.</p><p>I'm not sure what made me listen to her new record "Visions." "Running" and "I Just Wanna Dance" were the first two songs I heard and I didn't like them at all! But, I still went back with a clear head and I am happy I did.</p><p>There is nothing groundbreaking here and I'm glad. Instead, there are a number of truly lovely songs, highlighting Norah's beautiful phrasing and vocal chops. "Alone With My Thoughts" sounds more than a little bit like "Ingenue"-era k.d. lang. "Swept Up In The Night" feels like lost Aretha ballad. And both the title track and "Paradise" have melodies to die for.</p><p>I don't love all of "Visions," but it was a nice reminder of what I loved about Norah Jones in the first place.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_iMI-Tnmv-E" width="320" youtube-src-id="_iMI-Tnmv-E"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rwyJg4uD7v4" width="320" youtube-src-id="rwyJg4uD7v4"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-74876328469555122212024-03-12T06:59:00.000-07:002024-03-12T07:00:45.218-07:00Eric Carmen<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To say that Raspberries' records make up a major part of my DNA would not be an overstatement. That love carried over into Eric Carmen's solo career, at least up to his fourth album, "Tonight You're Mine." But Carmen has unfortunately complicated my life. The news of Karl Wallinger's passing hit me hard and I needed to say so. If this was 2014, and I had heard of Eric Carmen's passing, I would have written something as equally heartfelt. Instead, I am struggling with wanting to hear "Go All The Way" and "Let's Pretend" and the fact that Carmen was not only a MAGA-loving, Trump supporter, but a QAnon putz, as well. That may be easy to ignore for some. But it's mostly what I think about first, as I reach for a Raspberries record.</div><p></p><p> That said, I am well aware of the fact that if we stopped listening to artists, or stopped watching films or going to theater, or simply ignored every sporting event based on the character of those creating it, we'd all be locked in a room with no windows, playing with a Rubik's cube. Still, it doesn't make it any easier to pay tribute to Eric Carmen upon his passing, except maybe...the best of his music was all created before Trump existed. I'll give him that.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-79156868988878269012024-03-11T15:50:00.000-07:002024-03-11T15:50:13.391-07:00Karl Wallinger<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-zfBm0qSvJM" width="320" youtube-src-id="-zfBm0qSvJM"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>I have a hard time with social media when a celebrity or a rock and roll icon dies. Instagram, Twitter and Facebook are full of posts that all begin with "I was lucky enough to...," and if you continue reading, it's mostly about the poster and not the deceased.</p><p>I never met Karl Wallinger. I have no story. But I was "lucky enough to" have the privilege of buying tickets to many live performances, as well as feeling "lucky enough to" own all his records. </p><p>I received two texts almost immediately after the news broke. Both texts from old friends.</p><div>"Is it even worth it to love or admire anyone?? My heart can't take it"</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div>"I just read it 1 minute ago. I think my hands automatically texted you."</div><div> </div><div>Good looking out.</div><div> </div><div>Karl Wallinger had something and it was more than his love of The Beatles and Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne and Prince and David Bowie. He had the ability to translate that love into music that we now refer to as World Party.</div><div> </div><div>Check out that song at the top. We love The Rutles, yes? But what Karl did for the film "Reality Bites," a parody of Bowie's "Young Americans," is too genius for words.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fucking Karl Wallinger! I have stories. But so what? They won't be better than his music.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ULtIOuu2Pdg?si=UFcm7cupwtWPqxyc" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-12275427133134354672024-03-11T13:00:00.000-07:002024-03-11T13:00:19.185-07:00Karl Wallinger, 1957-2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGEvIh66vQEe2TNRiBWkJLlrEulCVvM_UpTy8HYElUrPuogHCTA74rSQY8J_xUFmRCgojGRBMJOFG5uKf-ise1iJKndBwm2eM5n2arTQGcnnoky2nL41S7MVEkmtJBxer8UJAR8IFl7utsy7YZkTPHAxD0D4oUtSut4t5rR5IPc7JYj_G9kutuLP61bI/s274/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="257" data-original-width="274" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGEvIh66vQEe2TNRiBWkJLlrEulCVvM_UpTy8HYElUrPuogHCTA74rSQY8J_xUFmRCgojGRBMJOFG5uKf-ise1iJKndBwm2eM5n2arTQGcnnoky2nL41S7MVEkmtJBxer8UJAR8IFl7utsy7YZkTPHAxD0D4oUtSut4t5rR5IPc7JYj_G9kutuLP61bI/s1600/Untitled.png" width="274" /></a></div> <p></p><p> </p><p>I'm heartbroken.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-73630022005343743812024-03-11T05:08:00.000-07:002024-03-11T05:09:35.895-07:00New. KillerStar.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/F44VltrS9CE" width="320" youtube-src-id="F44VltrS9CE"></iframe></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>
I want to thank Mr. New for the chatbox heads-up regarding KillerStar, a new record just released
by Rob Fleming and James Sedge, both dear friends of David Bowie apparently, as the duo's debut record features a host of Bowie alumni, including Earl Slick, Mike Garson and Gail Ann Dorsey for starters. I'm a bit surprised that I knew nothing about this release. Mike Garson is very active on social media and I don't recall it being mentioned, though I could have just missed it. Nonetheless, I am happy it found me.</p><p>Aside from the band's name, which is clearly a nod to Bowie's track "New Killer Star," and the all-star Bowie employee lineup, the songs all feel very much like songs that could have been recorded by Bowie at various stages in his career. If that's not enough, there is some plain ol' appropriation, like pulling the "Absolute Beginners" vocals for "Should've Known Better," or Mike Garson channeling his "Aladdin Sane" self on "Everybody Loves A Hero." As a matter of fact, if you're a Bowie fan, you'll will have fun pointing out the various references sprinkled throughout.</p><p>My initial reaction to all of this was that these references made the songs more interesting. But on second spin, I truly enjoyed KillerStar, which is both glammy and gothy, and a solid debut on its own, though I honestly can't say I would have paid it any mind if it wasn't for who was on guitar, bass and piano.<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-_EjC9O9CO8?si=ksDG8wJzgnMewuxx" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></p>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e0YsaEK4gsM?si=4g02XD8nHcOSMmor" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-80724973006925152902024-03-10T05:56:00.000-07:002024-03-10T05:56:50.123-07:00Songs Of The Week, 2024: 3/2-3/8<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubgSbqkjHS6V_-HO6IEYSmDDPsAPlvHSgsiEX5C5VAjKGRNEI2JW24vAfPHCrNLwNAhHg6V2WKQk4xquuMY1ucM802CEg7-TU6TJEUWkTuN3ZBHkYVKorA9IU5O0LiRRWsbTg7UXEIbySFMv_IwFaQBMFT4VsUYt2zk44wVsRNjbv9OiABtNb61Mwmxc/s411/car_radio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="411" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubgSbqkjHS6V_-HO6IEYSmDDPsAPlvHSgsiEX5C5VAjKGRNEI2JW24vAfPHCrNLwNAhHg6V2WKQk4xquuMY1ucM802CEg7-TU6TJEUWkTuN3ZBHkYVKorA9IU5O0LiRRWsbTg7UXEIbySFMv_IwFaQBMFT4VsUYt2zk44wVsRNjbv9OiABtNb61Mwmxc/s320/car_radio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Honky Tonk Woman- The Meters<br />Jammin' Me- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers<br />She's The Kind Of Girl- Gene Clark<br />Untouchable- Glenn Tilbrook<br />In The Tall Grass- Michael Monroe<br />Cut To The Chase- Rush<br />Spoonful- Jim Ford<p></p><p><a href=" http://s141.servername.online/~burnw0/sotw2409.zip">zip</a></p><p><b>Honky Tonk Woman- The Meters</b><br />Is it "Woman" or "Women?" I've seen it both ways, even on various Stones records. I've always liked this Meters take, regardless. (Is it "regardless" or "irregardless?")<br /><br /><b>Jammin' Me- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers</b><br />Petty/Campbell/Dylan co-write. Best thing on that "Let Me Up" album.<br /><br /><b>She's The Kind Of Girl- Gene Clark</b><br />This was a kind of Byrds reunion, no? Gorgeous song.<br /><b><br />Untouchable- Glenn Tilbrook</b><br />Here's that Tilbrook/Chris Braide co-write I mentioned on the Chris Braide/Andy Partridge post.<br /><br /><b>In The Tall Grass- Michael Monroe</b><br />More people need to love Michael Monroe, especially those who complain about a lack of rock and roll these days. Check out both "One Man Gang" and "Demolition 23" if you dig this track.<br /><b><br />Cut To The Chase- Rush</b><br />Just about through with Geddy Lee's memoir, "My Effin' Life." I don't think you need to be a Rush fan to appreciate this incredibly entertaining book, though it would probably help. This is from an album Geddy called "back to basics." The album is "Counterparts" and I really love this track.<br /><br /><b>Spoonful- Jim Ford</b><br />Sly Stone, Bobby Womack, Nick Lowe & Elvis Costello all loved this
guy. Some good songs across various compilations, but the country boy
soul on the "Harlan County" album wears thin pretty quickly. The cover of "Spoonful,"
though, is genius</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-85162008521942073042024-03-09T05:21:00.000-08:002024-03-09T05:21:45.889-08:00BW's Saturday #9<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Q6g0Th9gvUo" width="320" youtube-src-id="Q6g0Th9gvUo"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-62372329390644277792024-03-08T04:49:00.000-08:002024-03-08T04:49:03.590-08:00Firsts<p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/iUHfrX2wcAQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="iUHfrX2wcAQ"></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><br /> </span><p></p><p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-625396ec-7fff-1bde-c8a4-ddabe131fe34" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mance Lipscomb:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first time I heard Mance Lipscomb was in 1991 on a Sunday shift at Smash CDs on St. Mark's Place. The shift was from 11AM until 10PM, but my co-worker Rob and I would get there as early as 9:30, so we could have coffee and bagels and enjoy a civilized breakfast before the East Village insanity began. Rob was deep into the blues, but he especially loved country blues. It wasn’t just the sound of the music. Rob loved the details, as well as the background of the artists. He’d listen to a live Reverend Gary Davis recording and notice birds chirping during the performance and that would elevate the recording to a higher place. He’d listen to Blind Boy Fuller and get lost in Fuller’s story of losing his eyesight well into his teens. He’d listen to a Magic Sam album and point out the different guitar tones from song to song, pointing out how Sam could go from straight Chicago blues to rhythm and blues with the flip of a switch. I was no connoisseur of the blues and what little I did listen to was mostly played by rock and roll bands. So when he pulled out Mance Lipscomb, I was transported to another time and place. I was hooked immediately. Mance Lipscomb was from Navasota Texas, and had impossibly long fingers that resembled talons, but his delicate and breezy guitar playing belied those beaten hands. The music was unlike any blues I had been listening to. He might have been singing about his baby leaving, or being mistreated, but the vibe and pace was speaking something else. It was joyful. This music turned dirty old St. Mark's Place into Navasota, Texas, or Thomson, Georgia for a few hours every Sunday, and to this day, when I listen to Mance Lipscomb, or any country blues, I think of those Sunday mornings with Rob.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m5JA8d14O6Q" width="320" youtube-src-id="m5JA8d14O6Q"></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Motorhead:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The hardest and loudest music I had been listening to in 1979 was Black Sabbath and King Crimson, tame when compared to the death metal and thrash music that was to follow. But one summer afternoon on East 19th Street in Sheepshead Bay, my friend Phil pulled up in his car, and what I heard coming out of his car stereo was quite simply agonizing, and yet I wanted to hear more. This was Motorhead and the song was “No Class.” Phil was a fan and had been seeing them perform live since they first came to the U.S. a few years earlier. Lemmy, the leader, had been making music for years, first in the 60’s with The Rockin’ Vickers and psych rocker Sam Gopal, and then with space rock legends, Hawkwind. But in 1979, I had heard of none of these people. “No Class” sounded very familiar, and that was because it was basically ZZ Top’s “Tush” injected with bile and venom, turned up to eleven and sung with a voice that sounded like it was treated with booze, hot sauce and razor blades. I couldn’t get enough. I became a lifelong fan of Motorhead thanks to Phil and “No Class.”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I once played “No Class” for a friend and upon hearing the opening riff, he said, “I love this fucking song.” When Lemmy started singing and he realized it wasn’t “Tush” by ZZ Top, he said, “I hate this fucking song!” That’s what Motorhead seemed to do for their entire career. You either love them or hate them.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/a7L0IYPXKj8" width="320" youtube-src-id="a7L0IYPXKj8"></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Television:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's just one record. That's all it took. One record, and I saw them live before that record was even released. Not at CBGBs, where they had been holding court for a couple of years, but as the opening act for Peter Gabriel at The Palladium in 1977. I was there for Peter Gabriel. I was hoping to hear Genesis songs, which did not happen. But by the end of Television's opening set, I didn't care about Genesis or Gabriel's solo set. That night was all about Television.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Marquee Moon" was a game changer. It literally changed my life, because without that album or that live performance by these so-called punks who were playing jazz licks and extended jams over twisted vocals and melodies with as many hooks as your pop Top 40, I may have never moved forward and discovered so much music that quite frankly would have frightened me just a few years prior.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tom Verlaine was a giant. Watching him stand there like the Frankenstein monster with that impossibly soulful, fingernails on a blackboard voice, stayed with me, even now, almost 50 years later. "Marquee Moon" remains one of my favorite records of all time. It's a record I play as often as any and it never fails to excite me the same way it did in 1977.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GUAr09s3514" width="320" youtube-src-id="GUAr09s3514"></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The Plugz:</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My friend and co-worker Alan Landess was a punk, heart and soul. He’d react politely to the mixed tapes I’d bring to work because he had to. I was his boss. But I knew he detested most of what I listened to and so I agreed to let him man the cassette player one afternoon in 1988, as long as it wasn’t too offensive. No Crucifux or G.B.H. for the midtown office crowd. The first song on his tape was by an East L.A. punk band called The Plugz. It was called “Achin’” and both me and my pal Tim Vega exploded with delight. This was not only raw, as if the band had counted off 1-2-3-4 from inside the cassette player and started playing just for us, but it had a hook to die for. This track had everything in under three minutes. That was all it took. The Plugz became my new favorite punk band based on one single. The band only managed to record two albums before leader Tito Larriva broke things up to form The Cruzados, but hearing that single for the first time with Tim and Alan, is a video that automatically plays whenever I hear that song, even today. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-top: 12pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/g1quE7LOw5w" width="320" youtube-src-id="g1quE7LOw5w"></iframe></span></div><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><br /> </span><p></p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Miles Davis:</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was 1982 and jazz was something I had only previously explored in small doses. I had just started my first full time job at Village Copier. The staff was small– two older women, one girl closer to my age and a gentleman by the name of Steve Harrow who happened to be a musician; a trumpet player. Everyone was friendly and accommodating and each helped get me acclimated to my new surroundings. It was Steve who seemed to be in charge of the cassette player in the corner of the shop and as we discussed the music we liked, he told me he was just off of a tour with Buddy Rich. I told him I was a drummer and that my band was just about to start playing some gigs around town. Then he pulled out a tape of what was then Miles Davis’ first new record in years, “The Man With The Horn.”</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Have you heard the new Miles yet?” he asked. I didn’t want to say I hadn’t heard any Miles before and so I feigned enthusiasm and said, “No! Put it on!” And he did. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I was hearing, which were these fat rhythms and big beats. It felt nasty and not like jazz at all. It was the track “Aida.” Steve had put Side Two of the cassette on first and so the very first notes I ever heard of Miles Davis were from Side Two of his new album and from there, like with so many other artists, I went backwards.</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Five years later, after going deep and discovering classic Miles Davis albums like “Kind Of Blue,” “Sketches of Spain,” “Miles Smiles” and “Porgy & Bess,” I realized that by comparison, “The Man With The Horn” wasn’t so great after all. Still, if it wasn’t for Steve and “Aida,” I may not have become the Miles fan I am to this day and for that, I will always love “The Man With The Horn.”</span></span></p><span style="background-color: #666666; color: white; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-14563583753891165992024-03-06T04:34:00.000-08:002024-03-06T04:34:34.600-08:00More New Andy Partridge That Isn't XTC<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/EoiAE__tSVw" width="320" youtube-src-id="EoiAE__tSVw"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p> </p><p>A new 6 track E.P. quietly dropped recently titled "Queen Of The Planet Wow!: The Songs Of Andy Partridge & Chris Braide." It's wonderful. For those of us wanting to hear more Andy on the recent collaboration with Steve Conte, only to be met with some disappointment, at least with the first two songs, these six tracks will do the trick. </p><p>Chris Braide is new to me. He is a British producer and songwriter, with a somewhat impressive resume, if you like pop stars like Sia, Selena Gomez, Elle King and David Guetta. I was told by a friend that he co-wrote "Untouchable," the Glenn Tilbrook track that was yesterday's Song Of The Day and a fantastic bit of Squeeze-like pop. "Queen Of The Planet Wow" is oozing with Partridge-isms. Melodies, phrasing, and harmonies all will remind you of post-"Skylarking" XTC. Partridge himself sings backup and plays lead guitar throughout, and this e.p. has some truly wonderful soloing that at times felt reminiscent of the great Bill Nelson.</p><p>There are only two songs featured on YouTube and the other is the least representative of what you'll hear on the record, so I chose not to post it. You can go find it if you're curious. But trust me, the whole E.P. is the closest thing you'll hear to new XTC music, save the unlikely reunion or proper Andy solo album.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-36977055119219716542024-03-05T04:44:00.000-08:002024-03-05T04:44:14.491-08:00Lovely<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/WxhhNIAAnX8" width="320" youtube-src-id="WxhhNIAAnX8"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p>I first met Maurice Brown in 2003. Originally from Chicago, he had
settled in New Orleans and was currently in residency at the city's
famed jazz club, Snug Harbor. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. After
that first show, I became a fan for life. I had never witnessed a
trumpet player take command as a player, leader and exciting front man
all at once and I had to tell him. We've been friends ever since. </p><p>Some of the hottest and freshest music I had ever heard came from
Brown's trumpet and ensembles. Whether playing it straight with his
quintet or funkin' it up with the larger group Soul'd U Out, Maurice had
taken New Orleans by storm. And then sadly, the storm took it all back.
My friend is now a New Yorker. He has toured with and won Grammys for his work with Tedeschi-Trucks, and most recently settled into a Las vegas residency with Silk Sonic. </p><p>The track here is a Maurice
Brown original called "Lovely," and it is one of the most beautiful
pieces of music you will ever hear. Last night at City Winery, it was played for me.</p><p>All of Maurice's records are special, so please check them out:</p><p>"Hip To Bop"</p><p>"The Cycle Of Love"</p><p>"The Mood" <br /></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-78261770024669314232024-03-04T05:09:00.000-08:002024-03-04T05:09:10.865-08:00It's On Blue Note, But It's Not A Jazz Record<p> </p><p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0UxSZmgAs8U?si=nefMdXiJoXAVY6Qh" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>I have seen Julian Lage's name on records for years and I had a preconceived notion of what type of music he'd be playing. Based on little more than the company he was keeping, I was expecting a downtown NYC, Knitting Factory, avant-garde, guitar jazz/noise funk meets a hipper than thou Velvet Underground "Let's have coffee and a bowl of carrots" crowd. For all I know, all of his records prior to his new release "Speak To Me" might be exactly that. But "Speak To Me" is not that at all. "Speak To Me" is a stunning collection of beautiful music and Lage's guitar playing will satisfy fans of everyone from Django and Jeff Beck to Ry Cooder and Danny Gatton. </p><p>My interest in Julian Lage started with his wife Margaret Glaspy. Glaspy's 2023 record "Echo The Chamber" was produced by Lage and was a favorite of the year. If it wasn't for that bit of information I may not have listened to any of "Speak To Me."</p><p>It's hard to nail down just what you'll hear on this record, but I assure you, if you are put off by jazz guitar in general, you are in for a surprise. This is one of the most musical records I have heard in a long time, with gorgeous arrangements and melodies that will stick immediately. And the guitar work will make you shout "Wow!" out loud to no one.</p><p><strike>Give "Speak To Me" a chance to speak to you.</strike></p><p><strike>I hope "Speak To Me" speaks to you the way it spoke to me.</strike></p><p>Listen to these tracks and hopefully you'll dig them enough to go in for the rest.<br /></p><p>If there are any long time fans of Julian Lage who love this record, can you suggest an earlier release that might be similar?</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CXBBCMhkWmg" width="320" youtube-src-id="CXBBCMhkWmg"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VQBa4eqrCgI?si=ivNXLayyJNS4jfZl" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-52780192969942938642024-03-03T05:03:00.000-08:002024-03-03T05:03:52.422-08:00Songs Of The Week, 2024: 2/24-3/1<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmavfoPvdjexohr1G0Ug4Dix6TjFI8sseEe-C5NmdN0EuH-zKiukLvneA4f6HgAzaAXaqOyN64c0CCykPd_KGEu-ZlJmnnDTW3pIazaR5uRq5Kzy1HJQfQNCuesiycMjl9DyQSPJjT5FXRTTFGaaatSRgtFkc-uZ21VpXiCQGtahW-UHxfVaj7jZVQMQ/s411/car_radio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="411" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmavfoPvdjexohr1G0Ug4Dix6TjFI8sseEe-C5NmdN0EuH-zKiukLvneA4f6HgAzaAXaqOyN64c0CCykPd_KGEu-ZlJmnnDTW3pIazaR5uRq5Kzy1HJQfQNCuesiycMjl9DyQSPJjT5FXRTTFGaaatSRgtFkc-uZ21VpXiCQGtahW-UHxfVaj7jZVQMQ/s320/car_radio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Soul Wandering- Paul Weller<br />Cold Boy Smile- The Black Crowes<br />Lion Head- The Clarendonians<br />Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya, Man!- Public Enemy<br />Deaf Ears- Todd Rundgren w/Trent Reznor<br />Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow- Joe Walsh<br />Back To The Wall- Steve Earle</p><p><a href=" http://s141.servername.online/~burnw0/sotw2408.zip">zip</a></p><p><b>Soul Wandering- Paul Weller</b><br />It took a few listens for it to stick, but I offically dig the new Weller single.<br /><b><br />Cold Boy Smile- The Black Crowes</b><br />The boys were playing this live for some time before it was released on record. It's a beauty and can be found on the "Croweology" set.<br /><br /><b>Lion Head- The Clarendonians</b><br />There are two different Clarendonians compilations. I highly recommend both.<br /><br /><b>Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya, Man!- Public Enemy</b><br />This rocks! <br /><b><br />Deaf Ears- Todd Rundgren w/Trent Reznor</b><br />I wanted this collab to be better. It should have been better. But, I've come around and now like it a lot more than I did when I first heard it.<br /><br /><b>Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow- Joe Walsh</b><br />I've had this in my iTunes library for years and somehow never managed to hear it until this week. I love Joe. Who doesn't love Joe? He pulls this one off.<br /><b><br />Back To The Wall- Steve Earle</b><br />I mentioned last week, somewhere, that I thought "The Low Highway" was Steve Earle's best record. "Copperhead Head" is right behind it. This is from that.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-61154780951319914452024-03-02T04:55:00.001-08:002024-03-02T04:55:39.352-08:00BW's Saturday #8<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/nqTbjKZviIA" width="320" youtube-src-id="nqTbjKZviIA"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-42574949190059698862024-03-01T04:30:00.000-08:002024-03-01T05:25:47.605-08:00New St. Vincent<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RYJxPg6quL4" width="320" youtube-src-id="RYJxPg6quL4"></iframe></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Before BBJ posted a St. Vincent mix a few years back, I hadn't paid much attention to Annie Clark at all. That mix turned me into a true fan. I listen to "Marry Me," and "Masseduction" and especially "St.Vincent" quite often. I was disappointed with her last, "Daddy's Home," but I blame Jack Antonoff. Maybe Clark did too, because he's out and her upcoming release "All Born Screaming" was self-produced.</p><p>This first single slays me. As one YouTube commenter said, "<span class="yt-core-attributed-string yt-core-attributed-string--white-space-pre-wrap" dir="auto" role="text">St. Vincent in her Nine Inch Nails era is exactly what the world needed." Yeah man! </span>I hope he's on to something. If "Broken Man" is a sign of things to come, I for one can't wait for April.<br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-89928058948256338572024-02-29T04:49:00.000-08:002024-02-29T09:25:06.816-08:00Paul Weller, Listening Habits & The Thing!<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Rp35T3GTjUk?si=P_hxlip6sNzIZGFj" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p>My friend Bobby and I experience something we call "The Thing" more often than not. Actually, I bet all of you experience "The Thing." This is an otherworldly phenonemon that makes that weird iPod algorithm, when it plays something you are thinking about, look like child's play. "The Thing" is bigger than all of us.</p><p>One of my favorite examples of "The Thing" happened a couple of years ago. I bought a record from a dealer friend who owns Clockwork Records. When it arrived in the mail, I opened the box to find a note, "Thanks Sal! Go Yankees! Mike." </p><p>Ah, forgot Mike was a Yankees fan. But what the hell is Mike's last name? I knew it was an Italian name, so I started rattling off possibilities in my head. Vitale? Russo? Gennaro? Nothing was satisfying me.</p><p>Later that night, "The Producers" was on TCM, so I watched it. About halfway in, Dick Shawn makes his first appearance auditioning for "Springtime For Hitler." He states his name, "Lorenzo Saint Dubois, but you can call me L.S.D."</p><p>LORENZO! MIKE LORENZO!</p><p>That is "The Thing." How the hell does that happen?<br /></p><p>Well, it happened again.</p><p>I have been listening to some Paul Weller, anticipating the new record "66" coming in May. But rather than play some old faves, I decided to try again with some records that I didn't particularly care for the first few times around. One of those is "Fat Pop Vol. 1." It's not as if I didn't like the record. It's that nothing really jumped out at me. Yet I'd keep playing it. Something kept calling me back. The same could be said for "Saturns Pattern." I wanted to love these records, but I couldn't nail down anything to love...until yesterday, when for some strange reason, both hit me hard. I was loving everything about these records and decided to write about them.</p><p>Then I woke up to an email from my friend cmealha:<br /><br />"It's funny how the manner in which you listen to something affects how
you feel about it. I was kind of so-so on the new Brittany Howard album. I liked about half of it based on my listening on my iPhone with
earbuds. So I listened to the copy that I bought from you today on the
new system and it was just so powerful that I wound up changing my mind
completely on the whole album. It really is good. Loved it."</p><p>THE THING!</p><p>I imagine coincidences happen all the time, especially in the age of iPhones and social media where you can think about something and minutes later, see an ad for the very thing you were thinking about. But occasionally, like discovering the last name of a friend by watching a movie six hours later, or writing a post about listening habits and then waking up to an email from a friend who was thinking the same thing, it is more than a coincidence. It freaks me out!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qYsUr7KgUsw" width="320" youtube-src-id="qYsUr7KgUsw"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p>That said, yes cmealha, that Brittany Howard record is solid. It works as a whole, I think. And yes, I completely agree, records can sound and feel different based on when and where you are listening. Both Weller's "Fat Pop" and "Saturns Pattern" decided to show themselves to me this week . Or did I allow them to show themselves to me? Either way, it feels like I just got two new Paul Weller records a few months before another gets released.</p><p>This is why I never give up on artists I love. One pass is never enough. Of course, it could backfire. I could love a record on the first two passes and then realize on the third pass that it wasn't all that. But that's okay, too, as long as we keep listening.<br /></p><p><br /></p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XUVIHtd1wKk?si=soNsUcXBNVznTGd_" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-58261430469860286962024-02-28T14:21:00.000-08:002024-02-28T14:21:46.780-08:00<p>Richard Lewis getting bent out of shape over Halley’s Comet: </p><p>“My whole life I’ve been saying Haley’s Comet now without warning it’s
Halley’s Comet. So what next? I order a slice of pizza with pepperoni
and the guy says, “You mean, a sleece of pooza with pepperini?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-67747051185310532222024-02-27T04:17:00.000-08:002024-02-27T04:17:01.551-08:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEG35sP-KP0CeqcaiIo00ligAFqVLFRhSmluL_wkLFwSa4y_zbrQvxU80PWuji0p_SZSZgY8i3h6NXhaPO0I-6n-B15U98Lh4FaD-TH8IH5jaLwzQYdrKUURnCthPujxEgXFMK1ZqLMEe2LvKyyF20DRCA9HL7x837X2sD7d4MQcDUM7_c0ZIoCcwEvZo/s1170/IMG_4105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="1170" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEG35sP-KP0CeqcaiIo00ligAFqVLFRhSmluL_wkLFwSa4y_zbrQvxU80PWuji0p_SZSZgY8i3h6NXhaPO0I-6n-B15U98Lh4FaD-TH8IH5jaLwzQYdrKUURnCthPujxEgXFMK1ZqLMEe2LvKyyF20DRCA9HL7x837X2sD7d4MQcDUM7_c0ZIoCcwEvZo/s320/IMG_4105.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <p></p><p>I've been a little overwhelmed lately, so apologies for the lack of content.</p><p>I hope you enjoy looking at this photo as much as I do.</p><p>Back soon. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-66129557440378077502024-02-25T05:17:00.000-08:002024-02-25T05:17:20.065-08:00Songs Of The Week, 2024: 2/17-2/23<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-fk31wsR6emvbit6DSHRRZTY-vNGFfdBCgCGc3vFK_ch6NDbM7teoqfctN8eTrFIzkvSTVYkko6LfYqH21PDIaexsV4qZUwtrhKPIN2FEkuABgMjr7HsO7wi_78TFFcvIwwXnya1-MBdPch8Zqo70dJdiwLjv9aWPQOmbRyEYcw5-nf0ZAT5dMLJx6w/s411/car_radio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="411" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-fk31wsR6emvbit6DSHRRZTY-vNGFfdBCgCGc3vFK_ch6NDbM7teoqfctN8eTrFIzkvSTVYkko6LfYqH21PDIaexsV4qZUwtrhKPIN2FEkuABgMjr7HsO7wi_78TFFcvIwwXnya1-MBdPch8Zqo70dJdiwLjv9aWPQOmbRyEYcw5-nf0ZAT5dMLJx6w/s320/car_radio.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Cross Your Fingers- The Black Crowes<br />Smoking Cigarettes- Golden Earring<br />Shallow Grave- Elvis Costello<br />Calico County- Steve Earle & The Dukes (And Duchesses)<br />Lucky Number- Lene Lovich<br />Looking Around- Yes<br />Singing The Blues On Reds- Patto</p><p><a href=" http://s141.servername.online/~burnw0/sotw2407.zip">zip</a></p><p><b>Cross Your Fingers- The Black Crowes</b><br />The first new original single from the Brothers Robinson in 15 years sounded too much like "Jealous Again" to truly get my juices back in Crowes mode. But this second single kicked my ass back into gear. It put me on a B.C. kick and made me take out the wonderful and underrated "Croweology," which is where you'll find the only recorded version of today's beautiful Song Of The Day.<br /><b><br />Smoking Cigarettes- Golden Earring</b><br />A friend asked if I could suggest the five best Golden Earring records. I did and they all came before 1974. This is from "Winter Harvest," what I think is their best.<br /><b><br />Shallow Grave- Elvis Costello</b><br />I listened to the Macca/Costello demos last week and this track was not included on the album, but as a bonus track on a limited edition cassette! (Bastards.) Here's the finished product.<br /><b><br />Calico County- Steve Earle & The Dukes (And Duchesses)</b><br />"The Low Highway" is my favorite Steve Earle. I know it should be two or three others, but I play this album the most.<br /><b><br />Lucky Number- Lene Lovich</b><br />"I-yee-I-yee-I-yee-I-yee-I. Eh, oh, EH-oh." You're welcome.<br /><br /><b>Looking Around- Yes</b><br />Do me a favor, please. If you hate prog rock, and long songs, and have made a career out of trashing "Tales From Topographic Oceans," at least listen to Yes' debut from 1969. Do it for me. "Do it for Johnny!"<br /><b><br />Singing The Blues On Reds- Patto</b><br />We'll let the brilliant insanity of Patto close things out. What a groove!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqeOmZBOXKH3BL_sMqa8fwK8_t-F3HNKlJnm-ybCTZLglyJYuWUCiQOMRqwFmmS0S_Bj6bW6qBaDXX5PrO3KD4rs1pIUu0merguH-v-3kW9ov7b0V4N3lTIS9_pegYYWeXdLoyV4O0O24m7SNiJFrUeS5Vce8-i1eqqw35H3uL3Pwi6F71kWwVQFd1-WU/s2048/38074C8D-57B9-4A35-88F3-569AC51EF8B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqeOmZBOXKH3BL_sMqa8fwK8_t-F3HNKlJnm-ybCTZLglyJYuWUCiQOMRqwFmmS0S_Bj6bW6qBaDXX5PrO3KD4rs1pIUu0merguH-v-3kW9ov7b0V4N3lTIS9_pegYYWeXdLoyV4O0O24m7SNiJFrUeS5Vce8-i1eqqw35H3uL3Pwi6F71kWwVQFd1-WU/w640-h640/38074C8D-57B9-4A35-88F3-569AC51EF8B3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Also, I've got some great records for sale. There
are at least 100-150 new adds since I last hawked my wares. So many good records just sitting around begging for a good home. Confounding, if you ask me.<br /></p><p>If you're interested, click<a href="https://www.discogs.com/seller/Oscarmadisoy/profile"> this. </a><br /></p><p>That is all.</p>In the words of Virgil Sollozzo, "Now, you can go."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-36929682651718911222024-02-24T04:43:00.000-08:002024-02-24T04:43:14.035-08:00BW's Saturday #7<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xgDQifJ0SNw" width="320" youtube-src-id="xgDQifJ0SNw"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-72975611149256875272024-02-23T05:00:00.000-08:002024-02-23T05:01:29.637-08:00George<p> </p><blockquote class="instagram-media" data-instgrm-captioned data-instgrm-permalink="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2HzKb4OYTe/?utm_source=ig_embed&utm_campaign=loading" data-instgrm-version="14" style=" background:#FFF; 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<script async src="//www.instagram.com/embed.js"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-75667970255546197812024-02-22T04:49:00.000-08:002024-02-22T04:49:49.778-08:00XT Steve<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2jqS80X4TNo?si=h-8NHsSwW4dbKPlo" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><p>Here is the second of five tracks from the upcoming Steve Conte album that were co-written with Andy Partridge.</p><p>I want to love this record, but neither this track or the first single, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6PB0I5jkLg">"Fourth Of July"</a> have killed me. I am also thinking that I want to hear more Andy than Steve and I don't. And I am also thinking if Andy Partridge had nothing to do with either, I might be thinking, "First two Steve Conte tracks sound really good."</p><p>Hmmm....</p><p>"The Concrete Jungle" comes out on Record Store Day. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357001616333664522.post-44349832490608636552024-02-21T04:32:00.000-08:002024-02-21T04:32:13.609-08:00"The Richard Lewis Of Music Bloggers"<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNtyiMePRCUBWBhhO_fMdDK8X2fvK5xtCEP1-9nYHNBvdJsZoSLSYKPw4Skd4OBiFj2wG79pNUn5WtXvK0Fzb1J3iYEvPs1oHsyrRy7qJ9L58i05T9qMLOPBvmoEsrp6fKlmecU_Mn67kMr234ECLVataw7AfE_vz-ou6Y38LD6OSHegWdOE5T_q8vHk/s505/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="490" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNtyiMePRCUBWBhhO_fMdDK8X2fvK5xtCEP1-9nYHNBvdJsZoSLSYKPw4Skd4OBiFj2wG79pNUn5WtXvK0Fzb1J3iYEvPs1oHsyrRy7qJ9L58i05T9qMLOPBvmoEsrp6fKlmecU_Mn67kMr234ECLVataw7AfE_vz-ou6Y38LD6OSHegWdOE5T_q8vHk/w388-h400/Untitled.png" width="388" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://www.showbizsandbox.com/2024/02/20/showbiz-sandbox-648-judging-this-years-rock-roll-hall-of-fame-nominees/">Listen</a>...if you dare!</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17