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”

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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?”

The Sunday Song Poem #6 Mel Moore ‘Speed’

speedSweet silver-somersaulting-CGI-Spiderman, it’s nearly 10pm and I haven’t even written the Sunday Song Poem yet! What ever will I do? Hang on a sec, let me just unwrap this glossy club flyer folded into an origami envelope and…WOOOO DAWGY!

Okay, what you just witnessed was a dramatic interpretation of an instance in which a person might be driven into the position of partaking of an illicit substance to make good on its supposed attributes and utilise them for their own gain. But when you take a drug, you gain nothing, the only outcome in this game is to lose. And it’s a game of death. And we all know how that game goes, just ask Bruce Lee. Oh that’s right, you can’t, HE’S DEAD, and he only took an aspirin…

Live from Squaresville: A SXSW Odyssey in Multiple Parts (Phase 6)

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And our story, our adventure, our foray into the liver damaging, hipter sighting, ear piercing melee that is Austin during SXSW comes to its inevitable close.  This city is going to smell like a dumpster that hobos urinate in for the next 48 hours, but eventually it subsides.  The tents and stages come down.  Beer is no longer free (but on the plus side, non-free beer is no longer marked up 50%).  The vultures are circling.  The circus left town.  And in a year, we’ll all do this again.

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