The Sunday Song Poem #8 ‘Midwifery’ (1975) Norris the Troubadour

birth“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” …that’s what I’d be saying to you if you were here in England, and you had perpetuated your race by having heretofore squeezed a 6lb genetic portmanteau of yourself and whomever’s propagatory fluids had found their way up into your guts 9 month previously. It’s a miracle, a four-times-a-second miracle. But somewhere around the end of the Middle Ages, something went terribly wrong, as humans suddenly lost the ability to spawn as efficiently as they had since the inception of their species.

Joup Friday (Err…Saturday) Feature Album: Brigitte Bardot Sings

Brigitte Bardot Sings (Phillips)

Brigitte Bardot Sings (Phillips)

So I’ve been staying in Logan Square in Chicago. Been subletting from my very good friend Liz whom is now in Oakland, CA running the wonderful conservatory Mynah Music. You can read my interview with her about Mynah here.

She’s a wonderful musician, accomplished in violin, piano and even guitar. I’m lucky enough to have an apartment that has a turntable and a great selection of international music. I’ve added to that collection thanks to Reckless Records in Wicker Park. But Liz had a hidden little jem by one Brigitte Bardot. Yeah, that Brigette Bardot, you know…And God Created Woman. Probably every man (especially French men) in the late 50s and early 60s dreamed about her and every woman…well I can’t really speak for them. She was though, an original “supermodel.” Truly.

That One Part from That One Song…

EPSON scanner ImageI know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking about Derek and The Dominos’ 1970’s hit “Layla.”  It’s okay.  I think about it a lot myself.  Not the beginning part though.  Honestly, I could care less about Layla, or how she’s bringing Eric Clapton to his knees.  Unrequited love…George Harrison’s wife…blah, blah, blah.  That’s all fine and dandy, but completely paltry and insignificant when compared to the far superior and utterly sublime second half of the recording, the instrumental play-out of Bobby Whitlock’s piano and guest musician Duane Allman’s slide guitar.  That’s the good stuff.  That’s the stuff that sticks to your ribs and eardrums.  Warms you to the core.  Those last three or so minutes are what change “Layla” from a good song to a great song.  Pop to art.

35 Albums in 35 Years: 1988

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it.  Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.

 

pixiessurferrosa1988: The Pixies’ Surfer Rosa

“…All I know is that there were rumors he was into field hockey players…”

The Sunday Song Poem #7 ‘Gretchen’s New Dish (original)’ Dick Kent

Dick+Kent+43Thus far we’ve taken an admittedly flippant dip into the wellspring of bilge, and while this offering will likely seem no different, no less askew, with no less of an ‘otherness’ about it, it occupies a special place in my heart. I like all the Song Poems I’ve posted so far, but something happened to me when I first heard this one…I loved it.

The Joup Friday Album – Bohren & Der Club of Gore “Sunset Mission”

image courtesy of allmusic.com

For some of you who may be unfamiliar with Bohren & Der Club of Gore I know what you think this record is going to sound like and I can assure you that you could not be more wrong. So seriously, don’t skip this! When the sun goes down fire up a gin martini and find a place where you can settle in to a late night accessible mind frame uninterrupted for a while, because this is the perfect vibe for a Friday night. In fact, I don’t know why I’m posting this as early in the day as I am, but I guess this way you’ll at least get a heads up for this evening. Because when I say that, to me, there is a lot of music I consider day time music and a lot I consider night time music I should also clarify that some music can be both. However Sunset Mission – and Bohren in general – is pretty specifically night time music.

35 Albums in 35 Years: 1987

In an ongoing attempt to bleed my opinions all over your computer screen, I’m selecting one album from every year that I’ve been alive that has some sort of significance to me…and then writing about it.  Welcome back to 35 Albums in 35 Years.

 

gnrcover11987: Guns N’ Roses’ Appetite for Destruction

“Do you know where you are?”

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