I'm listening to Corinne Bailey Rae's self-titled CD even as I type. Very low-key mellow soul. If you liked "Put Your Records On" (a song shamefully ignored here in America, but enough of that line of rant), you'll like the whole CD. If you haven't heard that song, imagine what a non-psycho Macy Gray (or an up-to-date Norah Jones) could do.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Also, form what little I've heard, Corinne Bailey Rae doesn't seem to be so mindnumbingly boring as Norah Jones is.
Also, form what little I've heard, Corinne Bailey Rae doesn't seem to be so mindnumbingly boring as Norah Jones is.
Corinne has the advantage of growing up on punk and playing in a grunge band previously.
That's why I said "up to date." Though I didn't know she had a grunge background.
In honor of the new Mountain Goats album out this week:
Video for the new "single": [link]
And John Darnielle's eMusic Dozen: [link]
Mountain Goats have a free show at Amoeba coming up soon.
So I got Hal Wilner's Rogue's Gallery collection of sea chanteys and focs'le songs and pirate ballads.
Sting and Bono contributed which was a bit of a disincentive (sorry, Tina, I know you're fond of Mr. Vox), but is more than counter balanced by contributions by Ricky Jay and Ralph Steadman.
Loudon Wainwright sings about the filthiest song I've heard, "Good Ship Venus." It's a bit of profane genius right up there with Lee Ermey's rants in Full Metal Jacket.
Also got the latest Nouvelle Vague. Can't wait to hear the bossa versions of "Bela Lugosi's Dead" and "Sweet and Tender Hooligan."
It's a bit of profane genius right up there with Lee Ermey's rants in Full Metal Jacket.
"You had best UNFUCK yourself!" is perhaps my favorite line ever.
House update. Work's still hectic. Will try to contribute a real music-related post soon. Hope everyone is well. Hec, glad to hear JZ's better (I haven't even lurked much recently so if I just put my foot in my mouth I apologize; I'm referring to the scare from a couple(?) weeks ago.)
Gotta get back to work before the sarge gouges out my eyeball and skullfucks me.
Loudon Wainwright sings about the filthiest song I've heard, "Good Ship Venus." It's a bit of profane genius right up there with Lee Ermey's rants in Full Metal Jacket.
It's really amazingly filthy. I know of exactly one singing group at the RenFaire who sings it, and they send out a bouncer to march away all the under-18s in the audience before they start their set. If you've ever wondered what the difference is between bawdy and filthy, this song clears up that distinction right quick, by the end of the first verse.
And, yup, the Halloweenie and I are fine. Stir-crazy, and slowly driving the incredibly patient and loving Hec insane, but physically just fine.