Protection is. Seldom it is not. These last two bundles, 25 apiece, 50 in total, represent the last needed blankets to cover the remainder of my 3000+ record collection. Certainly not a boasting opportunity, yet rather, a proclamation of a timely endeavor. First, it was the database… second, it was protection. Listen with good health, kiddos!
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Gift it, Foo!
When in doubt, give the gift of music. Anniversaries, birthdays, bar mitzvahs, or the random Tuesday… music calms the vivacious soul.
I Want to be Stereotyped…
… I want to be classified.
DWBH
When Fridays creep up on you (and this one most certainly has), it’s always a pleasant, and calming recess to loop the soothing earworm, Don’t Worry, Be Happy. It’s all I can do right now to maintain what ember of sanity dimly shimmers along the crescent alcove of the raging fire that sits in front of me. It’s a mad, salivating dash to Thanksgiving, kids, and I’ll gleefully accept defeat if, and when the needle rounds its last, vibrant groove. Don’t Worry, Be Happy.
Country Sunshine
(Listening to Death’s Spiritual | Mental | Physical while typing… but who cares, right?)
It’s Thursday evening… time to enjoy this Country Sunshine, complete with the confused, and somewhat befuddled look of master Croce impersonator, Jerry Reed (row one, column two… also below).
Presented by Goodyear and released by RCA Special Products, the long and unrelenting days of laborious fieldwork almost make themselves worth the back-breaking efforts when at the end of each sundown is a mason jar full of bootlegged moonshine and this, 1980 10-track comp ripe with shade-searching Country Sunshine.
Neglecting Responsibility
Neglect for a proper AM photograph yields little in the ways of a PM post! About all I can offer is this bit of advice: Listen to the music that moves you, and get the things you know need doing, done as soon as humanly possibly. The everyday nuances will fill the gaps of dead air. What makes up your live air is entirely up to you. Happy listening.
Super Deals on Super Tuesday
Super Tuesday means super savings at the polls! For one day only, exercise your obligation as a red or blue blooded citizen (if you live in the states and all your papers are in order, or professionally forged), and take advantage of all the fantastic, and money saving Super Tuesday deals!
Can you hold a nifty marker chained to a table? Then voting Jerry Brown out of office is easier than you could have ever imagined! Fan or not, Dead Kennedy’s make for great “pump-me-up-to-vote” music (“I am Governor Jerry Brown. My aura smiles and never frowns. Soon I will be president…” – Jello Biafra), but whatever your political position may be, you don’t get that slice of American Pie unless you get out there and vote. (Free stickers while supplies last.)
Jump Up
Spice up your mundane Monday with a splash of enthusiasm with Mr. Harry Belafonte and his 1961 smash hit, Jump Up Calypso. The follow-up to 1956’s straight-shooting Calypso, Jump Up is a hurricane in all kinds of weather. Aside from offering both Angelina AND Jump in the Line, Jump Up Calypso was the unofficial soundtrack to the 1988 Tim Burton comedy, Beetlejuice. Listen to this, then watch that, and count how many times this album pops up. I count five, but I haven’t seen the film in a few years.
Monday’s don’t have to be banal. Sprinkle in a dash of Calypso, and your feet will feel as light as Caribbean air.
Also, if you’re in the states, don’t forget to vote tomorrow!
Live Suck
I’ve seen them live, and, in fact, they don’t suck. In general, perhaps, but for all the tomfoolery and blatant side poking they flamboyantly indulge themselves with, NOFX is a solid outfit, and a wholesomely prominent collective, “across the board.”
Do they rustle the feathers of social abnormality? Well, of course, and damn well they should! No effects are a necessity, no matter how it’s spelled.
Dr. Johnny Fever vs. Tim Hardin
One wonders if Dr. Johnny Fever ever favored Mr. Hardin, and if the Cincinnati crowd ever embraced the heavyhearted songwriter quite like I have. There are a few notches on the Tim Hardin belt that I bet ol’ J. Fever would have enjoyed spinning, and somewhere, in the deep, orange and brown decorated closet of my imagination, a groove or two from Mr. Hardin may very well have found its way onto Mr. Fever’s plate, and was offered for all the Cincinnati area to enjoy.
If Tim Hardin lives, he’s certainly on the air in Cincinnati. Cincinnati, WKRP.
The Prudent Groove 