Total geek love. Give Jay-Z a neck beard and Alicia Keys big, bad frames and this is what you get. I don’t think you jam any more nerdier into this one. Web 2.0 anthem. Good stuff.
So I don’t know wtf this song is about. As I keep listening I am waiting to be punked. But no, this is for real in all of its glorious commie glory. This thing is ripe for internet meme. I do wish for what ever drug hommie is sucking down.
This is where you should be Friday night.
After they clear the wreck that is the Robert Cray Band* from the stage Dread Clampitt will be the best thing to hear in O-Town Friday night. That is right. [must disclose good HS friend and Norse god Balder is the mandolin player].
What the hell do they play. I don’t know. It is the type underground Americana that seems to be the last relic of real rock n roll attitude, preserves of American musical taste and the last batch of truly original musical thinking. But to name it, well, it’s not Britney Spears. Sounds like Bluegrass. Smells like a peach preserved in a jar full of moonshine. Just call it a damn good time and come hang out with me at The Plaza
You wanna taste, here you go. See you there
Dread Clampitt
Oh yeah, there is a main act. Try em here. But come for the Dread.
Scythian
* Don’t be a d-bag and please note the irony. The fact I know who he is gives enough respect. Back off.
Beats out the Lil’ Wayne inflicted and star studded version that is to raise money for the earthquake wrecked Haiti by a few hours. Beats it in quality too. Much better. Good enough to beat a few more bucks out of my wallet again. Enjoy, and donate.
This is sublime. Maurice Andre records were a mainstay of my musical education. Crystal clear sound and impeccable taste in musical choice. He set the standard for BAroque brass playing. Period.
Then surfing around for a repost of his glorious version of the first movement of the Haydn I found this. Dizzy and Maurice jamming out. Wow. Slightly square but he hangs with a god of jazz.
Due to lack of demand or viewership I am adding a long unawaited installment of Metal Mondays. This one sums it all up as one unifying best of worst of video. Oh yeah, got from the Merlin Mann.
Leonard Bernstein encapsulates the essence of the borrowed, stolen and melting pot majesty that is American folk music. It is the stuff most Americans have not understood and ramble ignorantly around with Lady GaGa pumped directly into their ears. [before you call me out for hating its on my ipod too] I wonder what Lenny would have said about post-disco pop and rap? It would be nice to have someone bring to light how utterly and wonderfully derivative they are both to the laundry list of music he quotes off but to the American experience in the national forum like he had in all of his tv series. We hate public tv and corporate monsters are more concerned with late night tv, the internets will dose out the red pills slowly.
He follows up his ode to the language and music by passing the baton off to Aaron Copland for a little bit of his own melting pot masterwork, “Fanfare for the Common Man”.
After plastering my internets with songs 15 years old here is one from a new fave. But also go read their issues with the very thing I am doing below, embedding the stuff I like and still telling you to go buy. I know that sucks for the poor rich fat bastard music label ceos just don’t get richer by pennies.
[this is a good one for the band nerds as well, at least visually]
My god, I lived this very song for about 3 minutes in life and listened incessantly for 3 years years. Barry [roommate] would use this miserable example as counter to his musical taste be hard and mine pretty.
None the less, one of the best story arcs to be passed through as a love song. This is high school in America. Although Recovering Satellites was my CC of choice for much longer and still today.
As far as pretty music, Barry I still got your Prong disc bitch. Hah. [should I tell them about that Celtic flute shit]
Greg Dulli and his Afghan Whigs were burned by the nasty grunge label of the nineties and underrated enough to be ignored. Gentleman was one of a few handful of records that helped me finish up adolescence and get out of high school.
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