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.
Fantastic, thanks!
Good stuff. I was just rewriting a section about Joe Boyd yesterday.
A little something for bon bon: [link]
That is the 1980s in one take. Awse!
I am going to see what seems like a very Buffista band, the Horrors, tonight at the Abby pub. From the Reader:
Horrors
The closest thing I had to a starstruck moment at this year's SXSW was seeing the Horrors walking packlike down Sixth Street in the middle of the day. I've met and hung out with musicians I admire more without feeling that way, possibly because most of what I listen to is made by people who dress pretty much like everyone I know. The Horrors, on the other hand, seem to reject the idea of street clothes entirely. Even on a sweltering Texas afternoon they still dress like a gang of Victorian dandies who've somehow discovered early Motley Crue—or, as I've heard them described more succinctly, "like a bunch of gay vampires." They probably work harder on their outfits than on their music, but that's OK. Rock 'n' roll doesn't have to be much more than a handful of gnarly blues progressions for me to like it—and last year's self-titled EP and this year's Strange House (Stolen Transmission) both sound like the Cramps and Alien Sex Fiend in a sweaty, gasping dog pile. Schoolyard Heroes and the Goldstars open.
My friend C, the biggest Cramps fan I know, played me their album this weekend, and it was insanely catchy. I haven't been going to any shows lately - just not feeling like it - but I have the day off Friday, so I figured what the hell.
Village Voice on Glenn Mercer and The Feelies: [link]
I am going to see what seems like a very Buffista band, the Horrors,
I love that they modeled their album cover after the first NY Dolls cover.
Apparently they're from some rundown corner of England with derelict music halls and such. They took one over and turned into their scummy rock and roll paradise. Typically their club would be flooded exactly three hours after the show started and everybody would be drenched in mysterious red water.
I want a derelict boardwalk and/or Edwardian music hall in my neighborhood.
Village Voice on Glenn Mercer and The Feelies: [link].
Hey, I might be in NYC the weekend he's playing at Maxwells! And the show isn't sold out yet!! Woo hoo!!!
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Okay, I love The Horrors based purely on the above song title, this thread, and Wikipedia - they used Samantha Morton in their video! Bless.