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Ramblings at the frequency of 30Hz

The Life in Live Music

Guster is GOOD FOR YOU
Did I mention that Stage AE has 16 oz Guinness drafts for $5?

This rumble has nothing to do with records or vinyl or a new and recommended purchase. It might actually seem to be against recorded music. That, however, couldn’t be further from my point. Without recorded music, live music wouldn’t have impromptu sing-a-longs, organic ping pong ball tosses or a following greater than that of your popular local band. (Here in Pittsburgh I’m thinking of the Clarks’ level of fame). Sometimes, however, it seems we’re too busy managing our iTunes libraries to bother with live music anymore. I think about going to five or six shows for every one that I attend. Life gets in the way; we’re in too many places at once. It’s just easier to pick up the City Paper, note all the cool shows and never see any of them. That’s not to say that every show is worth the effort. Really, honestly, when was the last time you saw a memorable amphitheater show? I’d have to point to a Red Hot Chili Peppers show in Atlanta after the release of Californication. Memorable, that is, in the ways in which that show killed my appreciation for the record. Lifeless. Workman-like. I was glad when it was over. And they tragically played very little from Blood Sugar Sex Magic. Continue reading The Life in Live Music

Subaru and Sensibility (and Turntables)

We are defined by the things in our lives. Do not confuse “defined” with “owned by” – this is not a rumble about materialism or the depravity of consumerism. Whether we knowingly signed the contract with the things in our lives or not, they are how we are portrayed to the rest of the world as we connect the alphanumeric dots of our day-to-day lives. Whether you, in particular, are concerned with your thing-defined identity is irrelevant because the world is watching and, unfortunately for us all, you are the minority. Continue reading Subaru and Sensibility (and Turntables)

Recommended on Vinyl

Follow me on Twitter to receive links to essential vinyl available online. I’ll post links to essentials, curiosities and new recommendations as they occur to me. If you weren’t following me yesterday, for example, you missed my promotion of Belong,
the new album from The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. It’s on heavy rotation at the moment and needed a plug.

Today, on the other hand, I stumbled across a listing for the Vision Quest Soundtrack on Lisa Sumner’s Rare Vinyl shop on Etsy (to which I can’t seem to link textually… odd. Anyway go here for a great assortment of used vinyl with reasonable shipping costs: http://www.etsy.com/shop/rarevinyl?ga_search_query=rarevinyl&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade). And while the soundtrack is jam packed with quality 80’s acts like Madonna, Dio, Foreigner, Journey and Don Henley (which is reason enough for purchase), I made the recommendation because, well, you can’t have too many record sleeves featuring Linda Fiorentino (or Matthew Modine, really).

The point of this entry is that you should follow me on Twitter because you might find some gems and on the other hand, you might not. But is one really all that much more enjoyable than the other?

Epic playlist to follow.

 

 

 

First Song

Music and movies have always been colored tabs on manila folders containing collections of moments and memories. Music recalls mental states better than any specific memory. I was listening to the Beastie Boys’ The In Sound From Way Out! when I misunderstood a three-way stop and crumpled the bumper on my Jeep (and totaled a Dodge Neon). The Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) came out a few weeks before a trip to Florida with my parents. Sitting on my suitcase outside a Hertz rental car at the Orlando airport, that CD provided the soundtrack for not only that vacation but the entire year that followed. I discovered the eccentricities and depth of Jazz music my junior year in college. I stayed up one night barely reading, barely studying for a Film Theory final because Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers demanded more attention than I could offer my studies. Continue reading First Song

Today Was a Good Day

Today I lived Ice Cube’s “It Was a Good Day”.

…except you can substitute the part about not spotting any carjackers for the Verizon guy actually showing up before noon to install a cable box in the guest room and the part about getting paged by Kim (because she can f@$# all night) for the USPS guy delivering the replacement lamp for my 60″ Sony in time to fix my TV for the Penguins’ game tonight.

Today, however, failed to live up to “It Was a Good Day” because I don’t know anyone named $hort Dog (kind of a bummer) and even if I did, MTV doesn’t air Yo! MTV Raps anymore so no chance of stumbling across that.

Where we pretty much go even-Stephen (no substitutions necessary): Nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A. Or Mt. Lebanon, PA, for that matter. Also no “berry” flashing his lights in my rear-view. Though I did witness one ripping off tickets for four cars on a cross street that had exceeded their two-hour limit  (between the hours of 10am and 4pm).

That said, I got to say it was a good day.