Thursday, September 28, 2006


Willie Nelson - Red Headed Stranger


Emmylou Harris - Blue Kentucky Girl

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

RIP MIX BURN: "a brass band marching into a brick wall"

Kid A - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

RIP MIX BURN: "Destroy your safe and happy lives before it is too late"

RIP MIX BURN: "a hundred of the best riffs you've ever heard"

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"It means something when a rock and roll band is described with such passionately divisive rhetoric as Led Zeppelin. The band was a big, dumb example of every opulent shark-story rock clich� of the 1970s: They were heavy-handed, irresponsible purveyors of the "blues"; they were fake hippies and fake mystics who managed to strip even the grandest statements in rock of their power via mind-numbing drum solos and bowed-guitar expositions; they were the original Spinal Tap, replete with whole songs about Greek myths, ancient Celtic rituals, completely inappropriate bits of Bach spliced into Page's "Heartbreaker" solo, and a manager who was at once imposing, apologetic and the butt of Bob Dylan's jokes. One more thing: They were the greatest rock band to ever set foot on a stage, so what they fuck are you talking about?"
Led Zeppelin: How the West Was Won: Pitchfork Record Review

Royal Tenenbaums Watch: Little and Large

Little and Large by Tony Millionaire

"Here is another delightful book from writer/artist Tony Millionaire featuring two interconnected stories that tie together for the happiest of endings.

When Ann Louise's grandfather crashes through the woods to cut down a tree for use in his workshop, he never stops to think about all the creatures making their home in it. Uncle Gabby then meets a spider displaced from his tree house and begins a quest to find him a new place to live.

A weathervane? A dollhouse? A goose-wagon? Sadly, no, no and no!

But what is Grandfather building from the lumber?"

Royal Tenenbaums Watch

Ok... this is... wow. Amazing interface!

coverpops: 333 great books for kids

"This. Is. Amazing. I just lost an hour of my life to playing with this and had to close the window or I would have lost another. Bravo!"
-- Cory Doctorow / BoingBoing

Friday, September 08, 2006

MC5 And The Siege Of Chicago

"...caught in the din - had the horns of the Huns ever had noise to compare? - knew this was some variety of true song for the Hippies and adolescents in the house, in this enclave of grass and open air (luxury apartments of Lake Shore Drive not five football fields away) crescendos of sound as harsh on his ear, ear of a generation which had danced to "Star Dust," as to drive him completely out of the sound, these painted dirty undertwenties were monsters, and yet, sti1l clinging to recognition in the experience, he knew they were a generation which lived in the sound of destruction of all order as he had known it, and worlds of other decomposition as well; there was the sound of mountains crashing in this holocaust of the decibels, hearts bursting, literally bursting, as if this were the sound of death by explosion within, the drums of physiological climax wben the mind was blown, and forces of the future, powerful, characterless, as insane and scalding as waves of lava, came flushing through the urn of all acquired culture and sent the brain like a foundered carcass smashing down a rapids, revolving through a whirl of demons, pool of uproar, discords vibrating, electric crescendo screaming as if at the electro-mechanical climax of the age, and these children like filthy Christians sitting quietly in the grass, applauding politely, whistles and cries of mild approval when the song was done, and the reporter as affected by the sound ( as affected by the recognition of what nihilisms were calmly encountered in such musical storm) as if he had heard it in a room at midnight with painted bodies and kaleidoscopic sights, had a certainty which went through gangs and groups and rabble, tourists and consecrated saints, vestal virgins with finger bells..."
MC5 And The Siege Of Chicago

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Comes a time
when you're driftin'
Comes a time
when you settle down
Comes a light
feelin's liftin'
Lift that baby
right up off the ground.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

You and I we were captured
We took our souls
and we flew away
We were right
we were giving
That's how we kept
what we gave away.

Oh, this old world
keeps spinning round
It's a wonder tall trees
ain't layin' down
There comes a time.

- Neil Young 1977