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Lets be honest about it, as much as I can go on and on about the Small Faces being a drug band (don’t ask me, I get a little obsessed), they don’t have even a start on Pink Floyd! Where someone once said the Faces made music about drugs, on drugs….the Floyd went one better: […]
MoreSince the wonderful unobtrusive Anthony Bourdain left this world, there has been no-one filling the hole left in the scheduling. I love a good food-documentary. Between the celiac and the food allergies I don’t get to eat what I want to, but I do enjoy looking at food. I decided to give “Somebody Feed Phil” […]
MoreIt’s goodnight from me…and Townes Van Zandt. I’ll stand in my Nikes on Bob Dylan’s coffee table and say that Townes VZ is one of the best folk song writers in Americana history…Anyone who can name the origin of that slightly veiled pop culture reference gets my musical respect, answers in the comments below. That […]
MoreHappy fluffy wuffy day today. Cherry blossoms and cute things. So I guess I need a nice happy album to review to match the day. Soko, Stephanie Sokolinski, purveyor of cute punky pop, funny sweet lyrics, and the occasional sad sad song. She has a bit of a dance electronica fixation, more than a hint […]
MoreBasketball Diaries was a wasted opportunity for junk movie greatness. Jim Carroll’s book provided the perfect base for a tale of lost children, lost hope, lost lives, instead DiCaprio frittered away his character in a toss of gorgeous hair and pristine prissiness. Wrong actor, too much gloss, not enough grit. Requiem for a Dream, though […]
MoreIf in doubt, listen to Patti. I have been good recently, varied my musical diet with jazz and new distractions, but sometimes there is nothing else for it, but Patti, that feminine mouthpiece of the Muse, incantation reciting don’t give a fucking shit about The Man, Gloria herself. There is of course, Them’s original Gloria, […]
MoreI guess the last thing you might expect me to be listening to is Kendrick Lamar, yet here I am. I was listening to Astral Weeks, as usual for this kind of disaffected day, whilst reading Lester Bang’s equally inspired piece on Van Morrison’s greatest work. Like Lester I get drawn back to it, something […]
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