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“Eight Miles High”
from unreleased wankery demo by Uhhh...The Fucking Byrds, Man (0000)
Listen to McGuinn play the guitar lick from Eight Miles High by itself, then listen to coltrane play this riff that inspired it:
did you just upload a wav?
Yes. Yes I did.
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“Outlaw Man”
from Nice Baby and the Angel by David Blue (1973)
When digging up some more Graham Nash related records a couple years back I discovered David Blue’s Nice Baby and the Angel LP form 1973. As well as producing, Nash did some guitar and vocal work. It’s a nice overlooked record, bringing to mind Nash’s own solo records among other early 70’s rock/country/folk songwriters. Apparently Blue wrote this song for the Eagles (indeed Glenn Frey does some background vox on the LP), but I prefer his version.
i haven’t listened to this yet but do you have any more of that fraser and debord band? i really like that album, can’t believe its not like more of known thing. Particularly into that song about the dancehall girls…lets see…some good freakouts…its good all in all.
Check the comments in that other post.
Something I Learned Today
Apparently, FTW doesn’t always mean what I thought it did. Alternates:
- For The Win
- Facing The Wall
- Free The Whales
Thanks, Urban Dictionary. The latter is now my preferred mental narration when reading “FTW”.
Imagine if there was a guy named Urban Diction Barry and he helped people with their urban diction problems.
Well, I got my recruits...
Things you might not know about mohair:
- It’s hair from a goat (obvi it should be called ‘gohair’ but whatevs)
- It’s also a made-up word from some car fabric bullshit (cf. ‘fine corinthian leather’)
- The US government, fearing a lack of mohair supplies for WWII-era fightin’ duds, offered subsidies to domestic mohair producers…Until 1994. (Whether or not this has anything to do with the contemporary rise of flannel is left as an exercise to the reader)
- Wikipedia: “In Poland, mohair berets, which are particularly popular with elderly women, have become a symbol of bigotry and are usually associated with the ultra-Catholic Radio Maryja.”
not really too keen on the ul styling btw.
or lack thereof.
should be better now. we might want to use an image instead of the default bullet for the ul tho.
plain bullets for some, fancy li:before bullets for others.
Maybe the God we see, the God who calls the daily shots, is merely a subGod, who’s busy for a few Godminutes with something else, and will be right back, and when he gets back will take the subGod by the ear and say, ‘Now look. Look at that fat man. What did he ever do to you?’
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“An Inquest Concerning Teeth”
from Hex (or the Infernal Method) by Earth (2005)
I remember listening to Neil Young’s Dead Man Soundtrack on a boombox during a late sumemr evening in the backyard of Finn’s Williams street apartment. The invention of Dylan Carlson’s Earth from ultra-slow downtuned guitar molasses to ultra-slow Morricone inspired twang-doom was quite shocking to some at first, but I find that it all makes sense. Both phases explore space and the expansiveness of time, albeit nowadays they are a bit more subtle.
Then came the handshakings, the stately puckered kissings, the sighs of amiable exhaustion ‘Ah-h-h’; ’ Who-o-o’ - suggesting that miles of hot sand had been traveled for the finding of this oasis or that living breath itself had been held, painfully, against the promise of this release. In the living room, having sipped and grimaced at the first frosty brimming of their drinks, they pulled themselves together for a moment of mutual admiration; then they sank into various postures of controlled collapse.
“But for my money, by allowing at least two strategies of representing reality to share time, Yates brought to life all the more remarkable a novel; brought us - through art - near enough to life’s palpable details that we can recognize our own lives, yet preserved for us a distance from which we can exercise moral judgment and be relieved that the Wheelers aren’t us.” – Richard Ford’s review in the NY Times
Upon reading of the film version I feel a pessimistic curiosity.
HOLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYY SHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTT