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generally loathe musicals, but this is a big exception.

imagine this transaction taking place without intawebbing:

can someone please tell me the name of the persian wedding song (modern) that’s translated something like, “groom, kiss the bride right away. bride, kiss the groom right away”? can’t speak farsi, but phonetically i recall, “domo de bayboos y’allah” etc. many phrases end in “y’allah”, and the crowd says that with the band. it’s in a fast 6/8 time.
2ndAsstJizzMopper 3 weeks ago (more…)

an article just reminded me of a guy i worked with long ago. he died of a cocaine overdose in the 80s, but until his full drug mania he was a spirited dude, fun to be around.

googling to see any pics or memorials, i found only what appears to be his son, whose dad left him permanently in his first year. since i have an audio tape of his father sitting in with my shitty pickup band at a party, i composed an email offering to send a copy if he’s interested. trying to remember the name of the character my work pal used for his big entrance though, it hit me that he’d joked about being late because he had to powder his nose. one guy yelled, “the inside or the out?” group laughter. ha ha.

if the son had asked for the tape, would i have left that in, or removed an important piece of a sad puzzle? i deleted the email. fucking depressing.

if you have a slot for a contemplative 5 minutes, pop this video of jon faddis showing how to play “Here’s That Rainy Day” by jimmy van heusen and johnny burke, supposedly johnny carson’s favorite ballad. it’s from the album Dizzy Gillespie Jam: Montreux ’77, a gem i discovered fortunately in ’79. i’d been led to jazz, believe it or not, through keith emerson of emerson lake & palmer. hearing him hint at it, i wanted the real thing, and this album provided it as my entrance to a new world. listened to it ’round the clock. doubt i’ve heard anything with more hard bop balls than the band’s entrance after dizzy intros them, with ray brown, into “Girl of My Dreams”. my boy monty alexander on piano may be the ultimate chord chunkster of the now departed new old school.

back to jon faddis. watch one of the pinnacles of 40s–80s jazz step back and let faddis have the stage with his trumpet. perhaps not as momentous as it may seem though, since faddis may as well have been dizzy’s baby. enjoy, and don’t miss when when he lights it up in the middle. classic trumpet hittin’:

turn it up, bitch. if this doesn’t get you immediately off your ass and shootin’ across the floor, i don’t wanna know ya.

that contains about 50 ingredients almost lost now to pop music. probably fewer than 50 people in the world could even approach playing the drums that way, forget innovating it. and the horns? WTF. i’m a stone cold sucker for “last 16th note” horn stabs. always have been.

more Feel Me genius from larry and the boys:

another great movie that got pissed on: D.E.B.S.

watched it again for the first time in a couple of years. so much more in this movie than seen on the first view — subtleties from the writing through the acting. it has camp humor plus no-prance deadpan multilayered blasts when you don’t expect. fuck all who watch D.E.B.S. and don’t get it or its superior soundtrack. fuck you all!

c’mon; lucy diamond saying she never really wanted to be a criminal anyway, but rather a pirate? looks like a stupid line, but jordana brewster just throws it away, playing it true. there if you want it.

and it isn’t just the chicks. watched it again yesterday because i’d just learned that melanie lynskey (my honey) married jimmi simpson, who’s one of the best parts of D.E.B.S. and lip sync nirvana.

i hate auto-tune passionately. my hate is so consuming that when i hear singers missing pitch, it’s almost refreshing. here’s a refreshing non-auto-tuned clip:

and since female pop singers nearly always make me think about sex, here’s the other team member of my proposed three-way with des’ree. love this song, whether auto-tuned, and love ida corr:

c’mon, girls. get back to me.

if that live version’s too loose fer ya, give this a spin:

that is how to do bullshit dance music. and ida has a little bit of an eliza dushku thing goin’. lord above, now it’s a foursome. yeah! you gals.

thinking most end music for movies sucks, this was a grab by the balls. perfect ending to an enjoyable slow movie that peeked into my childhood somehow. ignore the visuals, and don’t listen if you’re not ready to kick back and close your eyes for a few.

jeff tucker is a psycho-projecting bow-tied douche who, sucking at music, blasted The Beatles as uncreative/unimportant and now anoints auburn local 80s/90s hair metal cover group Fly-by Radio, “This fantastic band”. they’re shaking up his town!

how does this happen? one of the band members is photographed wearing a mises.org hat, apparently. (more…)

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a weather report cover that — weezy, calls me an ambulance — doesn’t suck:

i hate alanis morissette because something in nearly everything she does is so good that i feel i must get it. but then. but then there’s always some dishonest theatrical shtick she tags on so i get the bucket for my throwup. damn you, AM. one song after another, i want to listen. but i can’t. not one song can i savor, despite wanting to. damn you to hell, alanis morissette. to hell. and she seems pretty cool too. but i can’t. fuck you, alanis morissette. except on Weeds; i like you there. come back. come back, alanis! i hate you. you are a music chef who spills a carton of salt into every dish; never appropriate, and it ruins good ingredients. oh, you make me weep, morissette. let me produce your next album; whip your ass into artistic shape, and it’ll be something of yours i can dig. do it for the children. do it for me. oh, alanis, cannot you see what you’re doing to me? do you not care? it’s me, A. me.

finally got around to watching at least the beginning of communist radio’s video production of gillian welch and david rawlings playing “to a packed office at NPR Music”. well thank great jesus jehoshaphat for an audio engineer who knew pretty much exactly how to record this pair: set up a good stereo mic and get out of the way. the audio’s sublime. (more…)