The right song at the right time...

Doing a little more stereo testing tonight, needed vinyl to try out a turntable. Just wanted something in good shape that I could stand listening to, and pulled out this LP which isn't even one of my favorite Cockburns. But when I cued up the title track and dropped the needle... ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh. It was, for whatever reason, the right song at the right time. It sounded so good through this cobbled "system" I had hooked up to test it... texture is the only word I can ineptly and inelegantly describe the music as... and the lyrics a perfect complement:

and the lights lie tumbled out like gems the moon is nothing but a toothless grin floating out on the evening wind the smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night and the rush of life in flight at the speed of light a million footsteps whispering a guitar sounds -- some voices sing smoke on the breeze -- eyes that sting far in the east a yellow cloud bank climbs stretching away to be part of tomorrow's time. earthbound while everything expands so many grains of sand slipping from hand to hand catching the light and falling into dark the world fades out like an overheard remark in the falling dark. light pours from a million radiant lives off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives all that glory shining around and we're all caught taking a dive and all the beasts of the hills around shout, such a waste! don't you know that from the first to the last we're all one in the gift of Grace?

it was a pleasant moment... played and enjoyed the whole LP but this track... four times.

("System" - B&O Beogram RX2 into a decrepit Heathkit AA15 integrated amp into Sound Dynamics Titanium speakers)

Musical Fragment #1

I'd read about Sloan or maybe heard a song by them so stopped at the CD store and bought Between The Bridges. I walked down the street to a retro shop and went in to browse. The owner, a young woman, nice-looking in a slightly geeky kind of way, said - in a mmmmboy! Southern accent - "Is that Sloan? Bless your heart!"

I felt I'd made a good purchase.

Took it home, played it, it sucked. The retro store went out of business maybe six months later. I still have the CD. It's yours for a quarter.

Being hip - I give up!

I've been subscribing to Spin for years and years, and Blender for a long time too. Every year I'd think about letting one or the other lapse. I finally let them both go. To steal somebody's joke, I got tired of leafing through them vainly looking for something about rock and roll. The pictured cover shows Tila Tequila, who has little or nothing to do with music... well, Wikipedia lists her as "singer/songwriter" but last of seven or eight pastimes. Even when there is a band in one of these mags, they dress them in designer clothes and there's fine print telling you the makers and the prices of each article of clothing. Holy jumping jesus, if somebody would have tried that on the MC5 in 1968 they'd have been maimed by the band. And every artist/group fawned upon by these mags that I've checked out sucks beyond belief: The Strokes, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Hives, Fall Out Boy, Outkast, Of Montreal, The Arcade Fire, and on and on. Well, Flaming Lips are okay but we knew about them before reading Spin articles.
So in a faltering economy, I guess I don't need magazines that in effect tell me who to avoid listening to.

Why I don't sing karaoke

Besides the fact that I can't really sing, that is. I've looked at those books of songs they have and there's nothing for me. No Sorrow by the Merseys... what about She's Not There by the Zombies? Nope. Hungry or Kicks or Just Like Me by the Raiders? Guess not. Sunny Afternoon or I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks aren't on the list. Nothing by the Flaming Groovies - not even Shake Some Action! What about Get What You Deserve or Life Is White by Big Star? Huh-uh, jeez. Let's go mainstream... Rain or She Said She Said by the Beatles? No? What about Revolution #9? Maybe more 1950s? Sixty Minute Man by the Dominoes? One Hand Loose by Charlie Feathers? Crud, I almost feel like a weirdo...

Riley Puckett and Google Safe Search

Warning: this post has no point.
For some reason I was using Google image search for pictures of Riley Puckett, an influential pre-WWII hillbilly guitarist/banjoist. Riley has a bit of a frightening aspect, probably partly due to being blind; he was blinded in infancy when a sugar of lead solution (which is too scary to contemplate) was used to treat a minor eye ailment. And back in those days it apparently wasn't practically mandatory for the blind to wear sunglasses like it is now. Anyway, every time I use Google image search it reverts back to "moderate safe search." Damn it, this is America, for the moment anyway, and I don't need a nanny filtering out all the tranny midget amputee porn. So I reset it once again to "no filtering" and whammo! - a picture of a three-way right in the middle of pictures of Riley. Did some porn star steal his name?

A Grammy's not better than a damn...

Sunday night I was sick, nigh unto dying. Bereft of energy I collapsed onto the sofa, too weak to move even after I realized the Grammys were on. McCartney was singing I Saw Her Standing There with Dave Grohl on drums. Okay, not bad, although I speculated that Sir Paul was somehow sucking sustenance from these younger musicians he's always performing on awards shows with and that he might possibly live to be 150. My head was fogged so I may have these out of order but I remember: Justin Timberlake and TI performing Dead and Gone, with the kind of awful echo-vocal rapping that I hoped had gone away by now, followed by NARAS president (ie Grammy head honcho) Neil Portnow lodging his tongue firmly in Obama's rectum, saying that as a two-time Grammy winner BO should understand the need for a Secretary of the Arts. My condition began to worsen. The line about "Our finest national treasure is our culture and the arts." would have been more convincing had it not followed that gawdawful Justin/TI song. Somewhere in there was Radiohead (did I really hear Gwyneth Paltrow introduce them as 'the most influential band' or was that a fever dream? I've heard dozens of guitarists point to the Beatles on Ed Sullivan as their inspiration to start - and that was just one performance - so I don't think Radiohead's in it). Anyway they did some hideous song called 15 Steps -hopefully off a short pier - with the USC Marching Band that reminded me of previews of that Drumline movie. The tribute to the Four Tops was pretty good, and the Roll of the Dead was a can't miss of course, and then there's the Bo Diddley tribute... umm, we'll stick BB King and Buddy Guy out there, but our target audience doesn't give a crap about them, so we'll add renowned bluesman John Friggin' Mayer and toss in Keith Urban for the country crowd... nice. Anyways, somewhere in there I found the strength to move to bed and collapse there, where... the TV was shut off!!
Hey, while looking up who all those dorks were on the Grammys I found this blog with lotsa funny photo captions, it sure is funnier than mine!
http://www.bsideblog.com/2009/02/grammys-photocap-no-one-else-g.php

Bye Bye Lux

Lux Interior of the Cramps is gone at age 60. Another great band I never got to see. Although remembering his performance in Urgh! A Music War, it might have been a bit too much for me. I saw another video of the Cramps playing a mental institution. I'm not sure how therapeutic that was, but it was fun to watch.