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Monday, March 12, 2012
Eef Barzelay
Clem Snide covers Journey There's something that happens when a musician takes a bombastic song out of its context, strips it down to the essence, and makes it more understandable than the original. For me, this is one of those musicians, and this is one of those times.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Books Update
Article about Nick Zammuto and The Books from pitchfork. Link
I'll likely send out a text next week, but if you're interested in going, get in touch soon.
I'll likely send out a text next week, but if you're interested in going, get in touch soon.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Industry rule #4,080: record company people are shadyyy
Some music industry food for thought. The first piece is from this
morning's broadcast, and the second is about 20 years old. Both are
very interesting and represent the decades between their writing.
http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2012/01/20/145466007/katy-perrys-perfect-game
http://www.negativland.com/albini.html
Also, check out below for an expression of the same sentiment in song. Or maybe just the title of this post...
http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2012/01/20/145466007/katy-perrys-perfect-game
http://www.negativland.com/albini.html
Also, check out below for an expression of the same sentiment in song. Or maybe just the title of this post...
A Tribe Called Quest - "Check the Rhime"
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Nick Zammuto (The Books)
If you'd like to remind yourself what content smells like, be sure to catch Nick Zammuto from The Books playing at The Brighton Music Hall on Monday, February 6. Link.
I'd like to make the show, and it would be a nice opportunity to get together. Let's communicate.
I'd like to make the show, and it would be a nice opportunity to get together. Let's communicate.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Visitor
Last night, as I was walking to the car, I spotted a doe watching my approach. The female white-tailed deer was standing alert at the lip of the parking lot just where we entered that wooded patch for last spring's bring-your-own-snacks picnic. Maybe she was looking for leftovers... I said hello, spun my keys on my finger, and she bounded away.
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