White Lines, Colorado and Fever

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.

Friday Night Music – Something Silly

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‘.

Friday Night Music Night – Something New, I Think.

Once again, Nonewhere asked me to get tonight’s music started.  Since this was asked of me at 8:00 am today, I was lost for ideas so I contacted my oldest daughter.  Next week, she and her husband will be seeing this group in concert.  From what I understand, this group is becoming quite popular and that is why I am posting music from these up and coming artists.  For all I know, they may already be famous.

May I present to you, The Lumineers performing Ho Hey:

I think I like this group.  They are fresh and exciting.

Here’s a link to their bio.

Are you listening to any new performers and if so, who are they?  There are so many new artists to choose from.

Music Night – Man Pain

Depending on who you ask, all men are assholes, or most men are assholes. So when a typical guy doesn’t get the relationship to work the dialogue goes something like this:

Buster: So where’s Sherry tonight?
Billy Bob: We split up.
Buster: Oh. So it’s just the two of us tonight at the BarB Que?
Billy Bob: Yep.
Buster: So why don’t we hit the billiards hall afterward then.
Billy Bob: Yeah, I guess. But only if we chug a 6-pack before going in.

So to prove the theory that only most men are assholes, I offer two who are not, singing about man pain in the most evocative, visceral moods of anguish and eloquence.
Jimmy Dale Gilmore doing a Butch Hancock song Just a Wave Not the Water.

Jeff Buckley performs what most think is the hands down best version of the Leonard Cohen classic Hallelujah

Music Night, Oct 21, 2011 TerrytheTurtle Guest Blogging

And here it is, your Friday tour of the musical raging rapids, quiet pools, and swirling eddies of YouTube’s music collection. Gummitch, probably against his better judgement, has handed the MC’s mouse to me, TerrytheTurtle.

So enough bunny from me, let’s get going.

Each week I try to find music to tie to what the GOP thinks should be voted into one of the most powerful positions that the Koch brothers have in their subsidiary, which some of us remember as the United States of America. Anyhow getting new material each week is a challenge, but I’ve been working hard and here we go:

Herman Cain hit the Big Time this week and shot to front of several polls with his $9.99 pizza offer, catching eyes and turning heads. You have to hand it to him, he simplified the complex tax code to a question of Apples and Oranges or Bananas.

Ron Paul was there again, the ‘old man on the back porch’ of the field. He even dug up Ronnie’s corpse, and told the assembly some painful hometruths – the stunned silence was epic.

Batshit’s campaign is fading fast. Of course Ozzy Osbourne knows a thing or two about bats (and how they taste), and also about ‘going off the rails on a crazy train.’

Mitt Romney – OK the cult thing is easy.  How about ‘more cowbell’ with it though? 

So Cult Boy and Gov Jeff Davis got into it about immigration.  Here’s the Viking Kittens and the Immigrant Song for Rick ‘Purdy-mouth’.

And can anyone tell me why Newt Gingrich is still there? Wonder when his next divorce is due. His penchant for serving his ex-wives as they lie in hospital beds wins him this one. Barenaked Ladies from their widely acclaimed ‘Bathroom Session’ – ‘The King of Bedside Manor.’

Last, but by no means least, well ok, he is the least of the clowns in the GOP clown car, Rick Sanitarium. I thought I would have trouble with him, I mean finding a song to piss him off, maybe where a band named as slang for a transvestite, with a gay guy for a singer, belting out a song hinting about bondage with an Oedipus flavour…you’d think would be impossible. ‘Au contraire, mon capitain!’ as Q would say.

But you know I think I’ve figured out what the vaguely uncomfortable look that comes over Rick’s face is when he’s thinking. He’s thinking that someone, somewhere, right now is having sex – and he isn’t – ‘lust keeps on lurking.’

Enough of these fools! Big news of the week, the Mad Dog of the Middle East is dead. I had to go back to the drawing board after ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ was posted yesterday, but I redoubled my efforts and came across a detail in the story, where the young Libyan who found him in the culvert, relieved him of something.

Colonel Gaddafi – among his many delusions, apparently thought he was ’The Man with the Golden Gun.’

But finally, for the Libyans themselves, we all know which casbahs are rocking tonight! Hit it Joe!

Music Night — Weirdo edition

Oh dear...

I found a link to the 10 Worst Album Covers of All Time on facebook, and sent it to Gummitch for use in future Music Night genius-ness.  I’m not sure why he wouldn’t touch it with a ten-foot tone arm.  Heh.

Here’s Salami Tsunami’s caption for the above album cover:

Hey guys, I think you got your album title mixed up with the Ministers Quartet up there. By the way, if I ever ‘wake up into a dream’ where I am surrounded by a bunch of naked male hippies, it had better be the result of a toxic snakebite and/or a fever-induced coma. Again, I have to ask the obvious question; who decided that an album cover featuring hairy naked dudes would sell music? Especially when some of the guys look way too happy, while a couple are noticeably uncomfortable. They snapped the picture when the guy in the middle was saying, “Hey, Julian, we aren’t all like you and Viceroy. Where is your other hand? I need to see them both. That was the deal.” I have no idea what this music is like, but at least we know where boy bands came from.

*snerk*  That is just so wrong!

Erm, what was I talking about?  Oh yeah, Music Night — Enjoy!

Friday is music night — especially tonight

Eight years on, and it’s 9/11 again.  We’re still in Afghanistan, which will likely be President Obama’s Vietnam; we’re still in Iraq, a country we never should have touched in connection with 9/11; New Orleans drowned; teabaggers tea bag; birthers, deathers, tenthers, oh my; and during a presidential address to Congress, Republican members send text messages, wave bits of paper, and shout that the President is a “liar.”

Our society is disorganized and in chaos, but it’s music night DAMMIT, and we need to find a little joy around here.

So feel free to post your favorite songs in the comments section.  Love songs, happy songs, heart-felt songs, or hard-rocking, bring down the house songs.

Let’s get on with it…

Music Night: Lamb of God

Lamb of God is the band that fired us up for Metallica. The guys hail from Richmond, Virgina. I like the lyrics. The Reduced Instruction Set Music? Well, if you like it loud and mean, have fun.

Lyrics:

Now you’ve got something to die for
Now you’ve got something to die for
Infidel, Imperial
Lust for blood, a blind crusade
Apocalyptic, we count the days

Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree
Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine
Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination
The fires of sedition
Fulfill the prophecy

Now you’ve got something to die for
Now you’ve got something to die for

Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre
Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day
Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy
Apocalyptic, we count the days

We’ll never get out of this hole, until we’ve dug our own grave
And drag the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave
Burn
Now you’ve got something to die for
Now you’ve got something to die for