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The Most Spectacular Thing I Have Ever Seen

February 8, 2008

I almost cried watching this. The classic arcade shit on youtube is fucking priceless. I need to quit my job and get my game skills back up to snuff.


Needles in Haystacks

December 14, 2007

Like most, I dismissed The La’s as boxers who landed one lucky punch, but this live performance, discovered during an embarrassingly long post-work YouTube-watching session in my underwear, is proof otherwise. Amazing vocals and melodies, with nothing to hide behind. Echoes of great Mersey beat ’60’s pop. The Hollies, The Zombies, etc.

Someone brought up Manic Street Preachers to me the other day, and it made me think of how much I listened to their debut EP when it came out. I guess it was 1991. I haven’t really kept up with them over the years other than to read about the mysterious and sad disappearance of their lyricist and guitarist Richey Edwards in 1995. There is something of a cult built around his myth. After ten years, he’s still listed only as “missing.”

Looking back, it’s a little overproduced, with slick drums and guitars, but undeniably glam and kickass.


December 11, 2007

I’m starting to freak out even myself with how square I’ve become. Lately, I’ve been listening to lots of Glen Campbell. No shit. I even made a playlist for my ipod that is 100% Campbell. Granted, it only has six songs. I was even choked up by Where’s the Playground, Susie? alone in my car. I am on the slippery slope to throwing a set of golf clubs in the trunk of my Lincoln Continental and driving to Branson, MO.

I’ve also been listening to George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass pretty much daily. It has steadily grown in stature in my musical world over the past five or so years, and has, believe it or not, replaced Revolver as my favorite Beatles-related record. I know what you’re thinking, better than McCartney’s masterpiece Give My Regards to Broad Street? Consider me out on a limb.

I recently heard a cover of The Band’s It Makes No Difference by My Morning Jacket, and, thus, a major Band kick ensued. I’ve always been a fan, though a somewhat casual one. That song in particular, with Rick Danko’s plaintive honest vocal, is beautiful. However, I stick by my instinctive first impression of Robbie Robertson from my childhood: He is a shit, though, admittedly, a talented one.