A review of the new book from Lost In The Grooves contributor Phil Freeman.
Simon: You're out of your mind. Early: That's between me and my mind.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Hayden - Jan 11, 2006 10:57:37 am PST #1871 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
DavidS - Jan 11, 2006 11:06:39 am PST #1872 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Freeman is also the first to really dig into just how important guitarist Pete Cosey was, and how—while he never achieved the degree of fame of his predecessor, John McLaughlin—he was just as crucial to Miles’ music from 1972-1975 as McLaughlin was on albums like In a Silent Way, Bitches Brew and A Tribute to Jack Johnson.
Robert Quine was a huge Pete Cosey fan and used to mention him frequently in interviews.
erikaj - Jan 11, 2006 11:18:40 am PST #1873 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"? Yeah, well, last time I said that, you were *so* understanding. I think you told me to suck it up...I'd been thinking of making a sampler, but now I guess I'm not going to.
DavidS - Jan 11, 2006 12:19:32 pm PST #1874 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Because, why..."I'm not worthy,"?
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
bon bon - Jan 11, 2006 12:31:00 pm PST #1875 of 10003
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
No, because that was like a parody of crappy music writing. So enjambed and gnarled with both hipoisie referents and jargon that it made my skin crawl.
Don't worry, I'm not interested in quitting writing. Just feeling like music writing is bankrupt.
Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was crazy.
Tom Scola - Jan 11, 2006 12:33:36 pm PST #1876 of 10003
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
The Village Voice has a long, long tradition of illucid music writing.
DavidS - Jan 11, 2006 12:49:36 pm PST #1877 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The Village Voice has a long, long tradition of illucid music writing.
New coinage for Tom!
"The professor then began to illucidate his point by speaking in some pig latin variant of Esperanto, citing works which didn't exist and authors of dubious character."
Hayden - Jan 11, 2006 12:57:42 pm PST #1878 of 10003
aka "The artist formerly known as Corwood Industries."
Well, yeah. Does "robo-skank" mean anything to anyone?
bon bon - Jan 11, 2006 1:19:27 pm PST #1879 of 10003
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Well, yeah. Does "robo-skank" mean anything to anyone?
That's what I don't know! I mean, I can't tell the diff between Greil Marcus and Robert Christgau; robo-skank might have a long tradition starting with Robert Johnson at the crossroads!
erikaj - Jan 11, 2006 1:27:43 pm PST #1880 of 10003
Always Anti-fascist!
No, not really, funny image of like a Bender-date though. Ok, so, I had a fifty-fifty shot at the reasons writers might want to quit. So that was a "Why bother when people buy junk like that?" I have it, too, sometimes, every time one of those "The Cat Who..." mysteries comes out, especially.(I need to stop thinking I am provincial and not cool because my instincts *told* me that sucked, but then I felt like "Well, that's fine for you, Miss Stuck In The Seventies and went to a state college, but if it was really deep, you'd never get it anyway.") That's all it takes to make me mistrust myself. Somebody is gonna make me buy a canvas with a dot on it, aren't they, if I ever make any money. I need to cut that shit out.