Nobody ever gives love to the bassist. Hee.
No, really, that whole thing's a shame. It sucks how those issues tear bands apart over and over.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Nobody ever gives love to the bassist. Hee.
No, really, that whole thing's a shame. It sucks how those issues tear bands apart over and over.
One of the greatest drummers in jazz history, Max Roach, has died.
Did also note that Lee Hazlewood died?
Mine too. But it's sad too. Because Bodie's family never took him on a road trip so he could learn that radio stations change when you leave town.
I did note that Hazlewood died, but not here.
That would suck if he died here in the thread.
(Sorry.)
It would beat a damn Stairmaster, though.
Gomez is a fantabulous band for listening to on headphones, which is pretty much the primary method I use for listening to music these days.
Speaking of headphone albums, do you have Mercury Rev's Deserter Songs?
Four albums in and Mercury Rev remain as surprising and daring as ever -- exchanging the volcanic noise and twisted sensibilities of earlier releases for ornate arrangements and ethereal strings, Deserter's Songs unlocks the beauty always hidden just below the band's surface, its lush harmonics and soothing textures bathing in an almost unearthly light. Standouts including the exquisitely waltz-like "Tonite It Shows" and the celestial "Endlessly" are like lullabies, their music-box melodies gentle and narcotic; even the most pop-oriented moments like "Opus 40" and "Hudson Line" share a symphonic, candy-colored majesty far removed from conventional rock idioms. Complete with its fractured instrumental interludes and odd effects, Deserter's Songs sounds like no other album -- for that matter, it doesn't even sound like Mercury Rev, yet there's no mistaking the record's brilliance for anyone else. - AMG review
No! Curse you, wee Hecubus! Our budget just got put on a tight leash!
Website about binaural recording. I'm surprised that their hasn't been more of a binaural renaissance in this age of headphones. Short version of the difference between stereo and binaural: binaural relies on two totally separated channels (like you get with headphones); stereo depends on a certain amount of crosstalk, i.e., to get stereo imaging both ears need to hear both channels. The left channel is stronger to the left ear but it still hears the right & vice versa. If your speakers aren't set up right & you aren't sitting in the sweet spot (the optimal spot for the crossing over - L to R & R to L - of audio channels) then you don't get the stereo imaging.
The description sounds kind of arcane, but if you listen to a good stereo recording on a good playback system properly set up you can tell immediately. It's directly analogous to looking at a stereoscope: when you get it in the right spot & the image becomes 3-D you can't miss it. Stereo & binaural are just two different ways of trying to recreate how we hear sounds with two ears, the slight differences in time & volume & overtones registered by each ear tell us where the sound emanated.
Binaural enjoyed a brief vogue in the late seventies (IIRC my copy of Lou Reed's Street Hassle is binaural) when headphones were popular.
The Firesign Theatre's albums are in stereo, not binaural, but they're totally made for headphone listening. Aside from being really funny the production is astonishing, and all the more so for being totally organic to the albums. A lot of late sixties/early seventies production is kids playing with new toys--much as I love Hendrix even his panning all the way to the right and then whooshing back to the left gets old real fast--but Firesign makes those audio tricks integral to what they're doing. Voices come from a distance or are filtered in a certain way because it comes from the plot. And a lot of it is nearly impossible to hear without headphones, including one of my favorite bits:
Prosecutor/auctioneer (loud foreground): How much do I hear?
Guy from the back of the courtroom (barely audible): That's metaphysically absurd, man! How can I know what you hear?