The server was down so you couldn't have listened even if you'd remembered (unless you beamed to Boston).
Ah. My beaming apparatus was down this morning, so good thing you are archiving.
Speaking of just loving to see/hear/read/witness people with passion for music. I live in this hardcore vanilla apartment complex. And I always feel bad because I am blasting music at all hours. I especially feel bad because when I get into a song or am making a mix I can play the same song over and over for HOURS. I got new neighbors this week and through the relatively thin walls I can't help but notice they are some hardcore music listening folk. This morning, I keep hearing the same song blasting from their apt. over and over - I love it! I actually turned off my stereo a bit ago so I could figure out what it is. It actually makes me giddy just to think of other music freaks nearby - regardless of say whether they might be single, cute, crushable boys my age living right next to me.
All you non-Zep loving people are KRAZY, btw.
having not grown up in a house with any 70s rock listen going on, I am sure I had heard some LZ, but not much. My first real exposure to them was watching the Live Aid concert, my reaction - Robert Plant is a big ol girl and Jimmy Page looks like he is about to hurl any minute.
Now in highschool and college I heard more. I know the names of none of their songs, but can make up sounds that appropriate the words and sing along to some of them.
Had one of the Counterpunch folks picked Al Green's Call Me it would have made my list 'cause it's one of my desert island discs.
Which, perversely, is probably why I don't own much of it... [T]here's so much NEW music all the time that using my limited CD budget to buy 30-year-old albums where I already own some songs seems somewhere between pointless and eat-your-vegetables-ish.
It's not perverse at all, but it's the exact opposite of what I do. Especially now that a) I live in NYC (and have for the last nine years) so I don't have a car, which is where 99% of my radio listening used to occur and b) no longer have cable, so miss out on a tremendous amount of current music either from music channels or on soundtracks, I've pretty much lost all connection to whatever's going on. And I do feel bad about that -- besides the missing out on the music there's also the missing out on the shared pop moment -- but as you pointed out: limited money, limited money, an overwhelming amount of choices. My choice was to pick something I liked and then go from there. And since much of what I liked was from artists who had long, prolific careers I had big back catalogs to work through. And that led to prior influences (and their ouevres) and subsequent influences (and their catalogs), and it just keeps mushrooming and mushrooming. So I love it that you and Jon and Hec and Hayden and Misha and tommyrot and Teppy and msbelle & everyone else here can digitally (in the binary sense) slap me and say, "Hey, Joe, there's some nice stuff going on in the 21st century, too. Try this." And then I can say, "Cool. But the 21st century didn't come out of nowhere. Try this."
And it'll just be one big happy thread. And can't we all just get along.
And now you can slap me for other reasons.
slapping joe is too easy. you actually enjoy it don't you? silly boychild.
we were all getting along, right?
you actually enjoy it don't you?
Yep, ever since I had my "Lindsey epiphany".
while I am down here rolling around in my top 40 pop love, I've got Christina Aguilera's self-titled album on and am I wrong or did someone else release "I turn to you"? a guy?
I bought
Stripped
after watching a VH1 special. (Am convinced that I was actually hypnotised by the program, as I had no intentions of buying it, yet had my keys in hand by the end so I could go to the record store.) I have a huge and unexpected love for it- it was last summer's "summer cd". I gots to dig that out.
oh yes Jon, that must be the one I remember hearing.
t /sarcastic.
plots to kill Jon.
plots to kill Jon
Yeeaahhh, we're all gittin' along right nicely...
