Love songs… I know y’all can show more imagination than I did.
Love songs… I know y’all can show more imagination than I did.
This is one of my eldest’s holiday favorites. I love it, too.
What are your favorite holiday videos or memories? Hey how about recipes, too? We haven’t done that in a long time. :) Please share in the comments section!
This is our daily open thread — Happy Holidays, everyone!
Sometime about now, as you read this, I’ll be entering the VIP room of Whiskyfest 2013 in San Francisco making a beeline for the Four Roses 2013 Limited Edition Small Batch bourbon and Highland Park’s Loki (for starters). But I’ll be thinking of you!
Oh, music. Almost forgot.
I’m late! And
Is it just me or are the months sprinting by these days? At any rate, here’s a taste of the theatrical (crazy).
I was a huge Byrds fan from the beginning and virtually all of my favorite original material was written and sung by Gene Clark. He left the band after just a few years and drifted across my personal radar on rare occasions. As far as I knew at the time, he was done. The reality is that Clark continued to write and perform (but not tour) for a couple of decades and the albums (solo and with various partners) contain some amazing music. In the 1980s he worked with singer/songwriter Carla Olson, resulting in several really excellent albums. Clark died in 1991, age 46 after years of excessive drug and alcohol use.
I played French Horn in high school — well, I flailed at French Horn — and for inspiration my dad gave me two Angel recordings by Dennis Brain. Listen to Brain play one of the most difficult instruments in the orchestra may have been more discouraging than inspiring but both the Strauss and Mozart horn concertos are gorgeous.
Because the world can never have too many Japanese neo-psychedelic, Cipollina tribute musicians. And because you’ve probably never heard of White Heaven or Michio Kurihara, which is a damn shame.
Tomorrow I get to stand up with two good friends as they marry in a rose garden in Corvallis, Oregon and one of those friends turned me on to White Heaven some years back. And I get to wear a linen suit with a turquoise tie and socks!
Still working on that theme. 1968 was a fantastic year for rock music and blues, continuing the tidal wave from 1967. One of my favorite albums of the year, and forever after, was the first record from Mother Earth, Living with the Animals. Featuring another pint-sized singer with a huge voice, Tracy Nelson, it was a strange blend of folk, country and rock that never really took off commercially but was soulful and well-loved by some of us. (It also featured some work by a fellow named Mikail Blumfeld, IIRC, whose contract elsewhere prevented him from receiving clear credit).
The album was followed the next year by Make a Joyful Noise which, if anything, was better than the first. This video is from that period and I think it gives a great look into the heart of the band. Tracy Nelson is still working and still belting it out.
Since nonewhere has been spending the week packing up his office space (I call him ‘last minute louie), I decided to give him a break and get the music started. We will be seeing a lot of this during the next several days. By the way, we will be spending some vacation time in Northwest Colorado where nonewhere will be fishing with Onefly.
This is our daily open thread. You know what to do!
I seem to have a theme going lately: women singers who can belt it out. This time it’s Maggie Bell, a blues singer in the style of Lydia Pense and Janis Joplin. In the early 70s she fronted the bad luck band, Stone the Crows, doing one of the band’s standards.
Bonus video is Maggie and Stone the Crows from 1971.
I just watched a fantastic documentary, Standing in the Shadows of Motown, chronicling the incredible musicians whose skills and innovation drove the incredible sounds of Motown’s hits — and never received any recognition beyond paychecks. Their stories are fascinating and, d’oh, the film is loaded with great music (including a couple of performances by the extraordinary Bootsy Collins), much of it from a reunion concert with the surviving Funk Brothers. Rent it, buy it, just be sure to see it.
And, along the way, the film introduced me to a fantastic singer named Joan Osborne. From the film, this video features the Funk Brothers backing Osborne in a killer version of Heat Wave. (And, yes, I gots a huge crush.)
Moving fast here, only 90 minutes late. Very nice video of one of my all-time favorite blues guitarists, Miller Anderson, playing his signature tune.
…and more horns
Not everything that came out of the late 60s was great — or even good — although it pains me to admit it. Blue Cheer, for instance, had two things going for them: really long hair and a huge stack of Marshall amps so they were reallllly loud. I could do some research to learn “where are they now?” but I’m afraid they’ll be doing a reunion tour stop at The Alladin here in town. As to this video, at least it’s got a bit of Dick Clark.
Time for your occasional taste of Lissie. Tell Zooey there isn’t any hair gnawing this time.
I heard this song on WXPN yesterday and it made me laugh because the typewriter is certainly a thing of the past.
Once again, Nonewhere was a slacker so the privilege of posting a song was
dumped on handed to me.
This is all I got. Do whatever you want with it.
BTW – WXPN may be one of the best radio stations in the nation. Do visit their website to learn more about ‘XPN‘.
One of my favorite Eurotrash bands from the late 70s, early 80s. I got the latest LP signed at a record store in Berkeley where I was hit on by one of the band members. My girlfriend and I saw them that evening In San Francisco. I considered them the ultimate in Cool. This is probably my favorite cut.
I’m not a gigantic fan of Country & Western, but some of the talent that has emerged over the years is pretty astonishing.
Found this stuck in my head the other day. Tag.
One of my favorite songs from one of my lady’s favorite performers.
The passing of the great Dave Brubeck this week made him an obvious choice for Music Night. Rather than post his best-known piece, however, I’ve opted for a personal favorite from 1966. That’s the same year I saw the Quartet in concert, being dragged along by a friend and totally clueless about jazz. I know I didn’t appreciate at the time what an opportunity I had.