Even though you are verbose and some of your music sucks.
In your absence, I’ll post one of my all-time favorite vids. Not actually the cherished Turbonegro Ass Cobra version, this is a cover by The Real McKenzies (with bagpipes). I dare you to watch just once.
Chose this Top 50 classic for my errand run last night. Was particularly touched by this tasty brontosaurus burger of a riff. If you wanna call this the greatest riff of all-time, I will not argue.
To this, I like to imagine my team lumbering over the rest of the league’s dead, decaying bodies in the XFL at the conclusion of the 2015 season.
Lorde’s “Royals” banned in San Francisco.
Let’s take this nationwide! And make it permanent!
I’m not posting the video because everything about it is too sucky.
One of my favorite tracks from the best album of 2013.
Plus there’s some damn cool harmony in there too.
Plus the video is Halloweeny.
We’re not leaving The Mekons without the BEST Mekons.
For what it was, no one ever approached Entertainment! the debut Gang of Four album (in my top 50), including Gang of Four, except. . .The Mekons.
They never should’ve let those girls in the band.
Got a better – at least longer – post coming soon, but this for now:
Saw a picture of the RnR Hall of Fame nominees this morning including Sting. In front of the mic with his eyes closed and both his arms stretched out.
Was thinking, the first time a supposed rock ‘n’ roll singer closes his or her eyes and stretches his or her arms out, he or she should be:
a) exited stage right or left by the neck with a shepherd’s crook
b) have his or her public singing license revoked
c) shot.
Or all of the above.
The guy I’m working up a duo act with picked Kicks as a song which I sing and I can’t honestly admit I had ever paid much attention to the song until recently. The corny, heartfelt “stay away from drugs, girl” message is pretty funny.
Reminded me of (in usual backwards fashion) this classic off the first Vibrators album (which made my Top 50, I believe). The only early punk song I know about being good. RIP Paul Revere:
To thwart Peter’s scheme of total domination.
I want to write a big article on some great rock oral histories, but I forget how to post pictures. Ah well. Maybe someday.
Got a new used car a little over a week ago and it has the best car stereo system I’ve ever owned, featuring a Rockford Fosgate sub. (Remember when we were young and up on high-end stereo equipment?)
Cranked the criminally underrated Masters of Reality debut album (in my Top 10 – I forget where) and this one really hit me. Just a crunching killer of a riff. The dated 80’s glam women in the video are amusing too.
Going to see Bryan Ferry at the Tower in Philly on my birthday Saturday and this is the probable set list:
SET LIST:
Re-Make/Re-Model
Kiss and Tell
Slave to Love
Ladytron
If There Is Something
Oh Yeah
Stronger Through the Years
Loop de Li
Johnny and Mary
Tara
Take a Chance with Me
More Than This / Avalon
Casanova
Love Is the Drug
Virginia Plain
Editions of You
ENCORE:
Let’s Stick Together
Jealous Guy
I’m not as old as Bryan but I’m every bit as sexy.
Lots of good ones here, but I’ll leave you with my favorite (out of these):
No more after this, I promise.
“There was a lot of garbage, but there’s always a lot of garbage. There’s a lot of garbage now. My basic rule of thumb when it comes to anything, whether it’s movies, music, or books is at least 90 percent is going to be shit. At least, and sometimes it will get up to 99 percent shit. Only a tiny fraction of anything at any one time is going to be really good.”
I’m pretty sure we’re at the 99 percent threshold right now.
