Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
TONIGHT THERE IS GONNA BE A JAILBREAK
After spending lots of time in Dublin this last week. Also realized that the Irish are the Africans of Europe.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Magic Man - Heart, 1976
The bad-ass-ness of a true bad-ass band comes through when they play small, not big. Case in point, this hard-on inducing run at Magic Man by Heart.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Big Chief - Dr.John , Professor Longhair , Earl King , The Meters
I think Armyguy summed it up best when he said:
Anytime I think of leaving this shithole, its stuff like this that keeps me home. ;)
Eric Burden and War. Spill the Wine. 1970.
When the dude that "rode the serpent" back in '66, starts tripping his balls off on the daily, you know that the outcome is going to be a bona fide face-melter. And seriously would you fuck with War? Those dudes are like the Latin Funk version of the Crips circa 1970. No brass knuckles. Just bongos bro.
Thin Lizzy. The Rocker.
Good buddy Ryan Falch in Singapore sent me this little ditty. Damn these dudes are good to listen to while playing pool.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Eddie Hazel & Michael Hampton. Maggot Brain. Maryland 1983.
The soundtrack of the apocalypse. The chords signaling the end of the world. The story goes that while in the studio, George Clinton told a 17 year old Eddie Hazel to "play like your Mamma just died." This is the end result.
Mind.
Blown.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Paco DeLucia. 1976.
One winter about 13 years ago, I hiked 5 miles through 3 feet of snow to sit in the Petosi hot springs in Southwest Montana. Upon arrival I looked into the night sky and saw a comet navigating its way through the ether. I believe the comet was Hyakutake. I sat in the hot spring and stared at it until dawn, before a raging moose nearly trampled me.
Always thinking ahead, I packed my radio. It had this tape in it.
All This and More - Dead Boys, 1977
Yeah it's just a few chords, but Cheetah lends the right amount of sass. Plus, one of the best opening lines in rock history.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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