We have a pact, you and I. I write down what song I had in my head when I woke up in the morning. And, maybe, why.
You click on "What's in your waking ear?" and tell me what's in your head right now. We discover new music and maybe learn something about how our minds work. Yeah?
A liberal friend created this sticker and site...see, all us Texans aren't Bushees.
Forget about the photos. I'm salivating over 60 gigs
of music storage.
Or you can get the ugly
Frank Black Francis
/"Subbacultcha (demo)" -- I have heard the ghost of Kurt Cobain. Surely he must have heard this demo with Black Francis' voice straining and moaning, "We're having real fun" sometime before In Utero
, at least.
Fort Worth's Ridglea Theater has put a series of November dates on hold
, presumably for a three-night stand for somebody. Direct any guesses or inside info right nyah.
/"Head On" -- I've now seen the Pixies thrice in their reunion-tour marathon, twice at festival-type shows and once, this week, as a headlining act. I'm glad I did the last one -- a much more in-depth exploration of their catalogue, including a visit to Jesus-and-Mary-Chain-land for one of the best covers of an already awesome song ever.
The Go! Team
/"The Power Is On" -- I have this theory that everything Timbaland has done lately (with the exception of "Head Sprung") is an approximation of a Grambling State-style marching band, but then these British guys come along and totally whup up on him. This song has it all -- shimmering cymbals, chaotic drums, triumphant horns and unintelligible cheerleader chants. Indeed, go team!
At the risk of becoming a basketball blog: Who's yo daddy?
Tariq Abdul-Wahad blogs
about how the Dallas Mavericks are trying to get rid of him.
put the crack cocaine in their products? I have developed an addiction to these cheese crackers. And the crunchy cereal makes my mornings way too happy.
Fifty bucks a pop to go see Old Man Morrissey. Steep. But it must be done. The question is, considering the frugality of my closest friends, and the fact that it involves driving to Fort Party Worth on a weeknight, and the fact that none of them are remotely as big on Morrissey as I am, must I go alone? Anyone else out there?
Came across this site (via the Business 2.0 blog - gotta give props where props are due).
It's cool. Kinda trippy. And totally amusing. Just type in any band and this whole world of 'degrees of separation' appears.
two members are 10 and 12 years old. They obviously have very cool Seattle parents whose record collection has kind of blown their minds. Listening to their songs, you pick up little pieces of influence, but it's processed and warped through the strange dots that connect in a kid's brain. And that's all sharpened by the minimal instrumentation. MP3 here
The World Class Wreckin' Cru
/"Turn Off the Lights" -- GF and I had the pleasure of rediscovering this classic over the weekend, thanks to San Antonio radio. Michel'le sings the hook, basically talking trash to her lover, warning him that if he turns off the lights, he'd better be prepared to "do it good.
" 'Cause I'm a helluva woman, and for it me it takes a helluva man," she sings.
The rapper, a former associate of Dr. Dre and Eazy-E named Lonzo, believes he is prepared to bring it to Michel'le. In a loping, Vincent-Price-in-"Thriller" cadence, he tells her how he plans to seduce her. His strategy includes dancing "with a g-string on my hip."
I wish there was an iTunes link for this, but I've already checked and it's a no-go. Sorry. But I can offer you Terry McDermott's richly written history
of West Coast hip-hop, reprinted, probably sans copyright permission, from the Los Angeles Times
The story includes the pivotal moment when our friend Lonzo discovers Dr. Dre, allows him to perform as a stand-in member of the Wreckin' Cru, and then watches Dre astonish a Compton nightclub crowd by mixing "Please Mr. Postman" with "Planet Rock."
If anybody knows how to get a print of this photo, suitable for framing, please let me know. It's from last Sunday's NYT Mag story on election blogs
I've been a fan of Jack Germond
since I was about 14 years old, and I think that puts me in the minority among my generation. I used to watch The McLaughlin Group
with my Republican dad, and about the only thing we agreed on was how cool Germond was, refusing to lose his cool as McLaughlin basically spit in his face. Johnny Apple
isn't as idol-worship-worthy, but he's a hell of a writer. And Ms. Cox
has, of course, made this election bearable.