Coming down from a good high is always fun and hearing the right album at the right time is essential, but you never know where iTunes will lead you.
Tonight I went from 'Dark Side' to 'Ok Computer' to see if 'ok' is the dark side of our time. Answer: maybe. Then a quick shuffle through Stoner Mix starts me with the live 'Up on Cripple Creek' from 'The Last Waltz', so off to the Band it is. Get almost 2 hours of the band before Van shows up to sing an Irish Lullaby, so I head for 'Its Too Late To Stop Now' by Van. About an hour later Frank pops up and I end the night with the chairman of the board.
Its fitting that i am finishing this post with Auld Lang Syne playing.
Good night iTunes, thanks for a great burn.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
guitar albums
Spiderland by Slint
A remarkable album, it pre dates Nevermind by almost a year, and it grows stronger as the years go by. Not 40 minutes in length, this album is drenched in trail blazing guitar sounds. Planted deep in the music is the seeds of loud-soft plan, Nirvana would steal from the Pixies and math rock, and the thousand bands its spawned.
"Nosferatu Man" is the crunchiest song here and its outro jam is among the finest in all rock. "Good Morning Captain" brings the album to a close by building up to the last minute when everyone comes crashing back together.
Weezer (first album)
It doesn't have to be technically superior to be important. Weezer let us know that you could right pop songs AND play the guitar really loud. Really good pop songs are few and far between, but it all worked on this album. Like most 'sounds' this album bred far too many copies, luckily few have remained. Weezer's remained, becoming the Pearl Jam of alt-pop bands, still making quality, hoping for a return to their early highs when each had been "Greatest Band in the World", even if for a short time.
A remarkable album, it pre dates Nevermind by almost a year, and it grows stronger as the years go by. Not 40 minutes in length, this album is drenched in trail blazing guitar sounds. Planted deep in the music is the seeds of loud-soft plan, Nirvana would steal from the Pixies and math rock, and the thousand bands its spawned.
"Nosferatu Man" is the crunchiest song here and its outro jam is among the finest in all rock. "Good Morning Captain" brings the album to a close by building up to the last minute when everyone comes crashing back together.
Weezer (first album)
It doesn't have to be technically superior to be important. Weezer let us know that you could right pop songs AND play the guitar really loud. Really good pop songs are few and far between, but it all worked on this album. Like most 'sounds' this album bred far too many copies, luckily few have remained. Weezer's remained, becoming the Pearl Jam of alt-pop bands, still making quality, hoping for a return to their early highs when each had been "Greatest Band in the World", even if for a short time.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
a pair of jeans
Is there anything better in this world than a woman in a perfect fitting pair of jeans?
Normally I am a leg man, but when the perfect ass struts by in the pair of jeans it was built for, there's only one thing I can do. And that's trying to keep myself from walking into street sign or parking meter or parked car.
It doesn't matter the color of the jeans, black, dark blue, green (although faded blue is best) as long as they fit perfectly and appear to be one with the woman. Slight wear marks right under the cheek, a stray bit of fraying at the waist, maybe the outline of a lighter or change in one of the pockets. Or better yet, just the hint of a panty line.
These jeans don't just spring into existance, they adapt over a long period to the body underneath. Built by years of tugging and stretching over firm muscles. Finally coming to rest in perfect contours after the demin goes through its own version of continental drift.
The perfect pair of jeans is something to be respected and worshipped, not everyone has them, more importantly, not everyone can create/wear them. And like anything that is American at its core they should be saluted when they go by.
Normally I am a leg man, but when the perfect ass struts by in the pair of jeans it was built for, there's only one thing I can do. And that's trying to keep myself from walking into street sign or parking meter or parked car.
It doesn't matter the color of the jeans, black, dark blue, green (although faded blue is best) as long as they fit perfectly and appear to be one with the woman. Slight wear marks right under the cheek, a stray bit of fraying at the waist, maybe the outline of a lighter or change in one of the pockets. Or better yet, just the hint of a panty line.
These jeans don't just spring into existance, they adapt over a long period to the body underneath. Built by years of tugging and stretching over firm muscles. Finally coming to rest in perfect contours after the demin goes through its own version of continental drift.
The perfect pair of jeans is something to be respected and worshipped, not everyone has them, more importantly, not everyone can create/wear them. And like anything that is American at its core they should be saluted when they go by.
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