Wheat from chaff
I love the Clash, but it's time to admit the horrible truth:
Sandinista is a three-disc stack of steaming poo. That is all.
-Steve
What Happened.
I love the Clash, but it's time to admit the horrible truth:
I'm listening to Pharoah Sanders: Tauihid on vinyl right now. And it occurs to me that one reason (among many, I suppose) that I prefer vinyl to CDs when the album was recorded pre-80's is that there are certain things that get "fixed" when many of these recordings are re-mastered and digitized. One of these things is the piano sound on many Impulse recordings from the 60's. It's a weird sound - don't know how, exactly, they miked the piano - but it's consistant across performers so I don't think it's a performers preference. That means it was likely an aesthetic choice made by Bob Thiele.
As a follow-up to this post click on the title above. If John Fahey is, in fact, alive and well - he's probably living in Thailand.
This morning, while doing the dishes, I was thinking about the band Boston. Nevermind why or what. I was half-heartedly trying to remember some of the (mostly inane 70's-era typical) lyrics when the "He smoked a big cigar and drove a Cadillac car" line wafted across some synaps'. It was then I knew I needed to make a 'Top 5'
[Hint: The title is a link]
I've finished the dishes and am knee deep in the laundry (literally) - so I thought I'd take a break and revive this blog. Don't know for how long, but with short, music related entries I ought to be able to squeeze out an entry every once in a while, no? We'll see...
[This was an email I sent to some friends of mine this summer - recent "developments" by Apple made me think of it again, so I decided to post it for posterity]
I am, I post.