Huey Lewis and the News Discography:
1980 – Self titled
1982 – Picture This
1983 – Sports
1986 – Fore!
1988 – Small World
1991 – Hard at Play
1994 – Four Chords and Several Years Ago
2010 – Soulsville
Is it possible that the most memorable conversation about Huey Lewis and the News takes place during a brutal axe murder in the excellent but flawed adaptation of American Psycho? (I’m unable to embed the video but I’ve inserted a short little sound clip without the blood below.) Over the years it seems as though the band has slipped into a punchline for a joke that nobody told. Was it because of Huey’s purple suits? Current and future generations may only remember their contributions to the soundtrack for Back to the Future — if at all. Really. I know some of these kids. They haven’t seen Back to the Future and they couldn’t identify John Cusack in a lineup. And then there’s always the scene from American Psycho. Continue reading Huey Lewis and the News – Sports→
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→
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)→
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?
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→