This popped up in my Youtube feed...





I’m about halfway through, haven’t felt the need to skip a song yet.
(Fuckin’ rare for me these days.)

Heavy Blues music that speaks to the soul

Really digging this style.

(03-12-2019 07:47 PM)Rigsby Wrote:  

(03-11-2019 09:20 PM)Mister Crowley Wrote:  

Now I like a bit of Black Uhuru like the next man, but jesus fucking christ, that is incredible. 12 minutes of bliss. It's like the first time I ever heard System of a Down. Repped. Don't let me down.

Funny, I listened to this song and afterwards this info (that I watched it) lingered in my head.
My brain often does that to me, it's computing stuff in the background and simply comes forward when it's eventually done.

So this morning I wake up, and I just know I have seen this guy before.
Turns out I actually did :

Saw Roosevelt in Miami last month he was so good. I've been getting into this synthpop stuff lately

(03-23-2019 09:40 AM)Alpone Wrote:  Saw Roosevelt in Miami last month he was so good. I've been getting into this synthpop stuff lately

Roosevelt is dope; also Skylar Spence, Washed Out, and Chrome Sparks.

Carly Simon was deadly in her day.

Wrote her own songs too.

Only time I ever saw my mom jealous of an album cover.

(03-25-2019 01:33 PM)debeguiled Wrote:  Carly Simon was deadly in her day.

Wrote her own songs too.

Only time I ever saw my mom jealous of an album cover.

Those nips!

Those lips!


















Jamaican girls:

Sad
Charles Haddon
On 20 August 2010, Charles Haddon, the lead singer of the band, died after a performance at Pukkelpop, Belgium. He committed suicide in the backstage artists' parking area. Haddon was reported to have been distressed after he feared he had seriously injured a young girl earlier after a stage dive.

I'm getting to be an old man now, just drifting down memory lane. My best days behind me. Wanting to be a warrior still, but thinking better of it all and just getting the old affairs in order.

Then I dredge this one up from the memory bank:





I met Bobo many years back in London, in Stoke Newington in fact. They played to an audience of three. I was one of them. I fell in love.

I got to talk to Bobo after the gig. Her boyfriend, the guitarist was a seriously tasty looking geezer (meaning he looked like he could handle himself) and played with his shirt off. He was very gracious. He knew I wanted to fuck his girlfriend. But I guess he knew he was safe. And he was. I think he still plays guitar with her today.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobo_(singer)






I met a few interesting bands there around that time. It was when techno and acid house were really kicking off and everyone was going to raves and not looking at bands. Precious time.

She did some stuff with Rammstein as well.


This is where it gets weird though. They only had like 2/3 gigs in the UK and the next one was in a club called Xenon. It was a strictly jazz/funk/soul/R+B kind of thing. It was very exclusive. Not the sort of thing I thought they would do well at.

But I went to the show. My ex used to sing there all the time, being a main session singer for Jackson/Prince/Massive Attack/Donna Summer. I've mentioned her before here. Don't cut me down. I don't mean to be a tall poppy.

Anyway, I saw Bobo and her band. They were good, but it was just the wrong format. The people wanted funk and R and B. WTF that is. Oh and jazz.

I went up to them after and said hello. Man, they were defeated. Like htf could our manager book us here. It's one of those weird little triple coincidences that life throws up sometimes. No one ever played that club apart from session singers. In fact, it was known as 'Singers'. Weird.

I never got to bang Bobo, and she never got to be the pop star she deserved to be. A better voice than Bjork. And not so fucking annoying.

She made me feel like I was her new boyfriend for half an hour. But I bet she did that to all the boys. She was genuine. Just pure charisma.

Her music is shit hot. If I ever get my shit back together I'll get in touch with her one day. Or maybe not.

I'd love to produce her music, but by the sounds of it, she's doing just fine as she is, and even a superstar shit hot producer like me won't have much to offer her. She's the real deal. I'm still in love.

She doesn't look like she has aged one day from when I met her.

I'm surprised how much Bobo reminds me of 10,000 Maniacs:






What do you think Bosch?


Don't talk, I'll believe it
Don't talk, listen to me instead
I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard
The drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now
Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care
But when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air
Tossing back more than your share

Don't talk, I can guess it
Don't talk, well now you're restless
And you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside
You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game

Talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care
But when your talk is over you tilt that bottle in the air
Tossing back more than your share
You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care
I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure
Your talk is the finest I have heard

How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell you're inspired
By the name you just chose for me, now what was it? Oh, never mind it
We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear
I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear

I walked with Jesus and he would say
"Oh you poor child, you ain't comin' to me no way
You've found Heaven on Earth, gonna burn for your sin"
But I think I'll be in good company down there with all my friends
Well I got around to thinking 'bout what Jesus said to me
Cos if Heaven's like this, then that's the place for me
Long, long time between now and my death
And I gotta have my fun so I've chosen what's best
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
The sound of love
So listen sweet Lord, forgive me my sin
'Cos I can't stand this life without all of these things
Know I done wrong, but I've Heaven on Earth
Know I done wrong, but I could have done me worse
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of love
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
The sound of love
The sound of love
The sound of love
Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Cos these wings are gonna fail me and I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse...

Love these Southern boys.






If you want to see how it's done, then take a look at this. This is a band in its prime. Before it's about to be struck down.

Little Ronnie Van Zant was only five foot something. But he could have a row if you wanted it. Chicken wire boogie.

This is a pretty famous concert where they blew the Stones off the stage at Knebworth, England. They came, they conquered. Fucking amazing.






It's only an hour long but enjoy! A Southern Boogie Rock Band on total form. Fucking devastating. The Stones would have drunk themselves to sleep that night.

Pure chemistry and hard work.

A year or so later he would die in a plane crash.

Five foot nothing. A brawler. A killer with the ladies.

Keep that in mind.

Pro 2nd amendment

Finnish rock’n’roll:

I had the opportunity to play this bass last week.
Still not sure what to think about it.

My favourite track from a classic fusion album; Passages with Frank Gambale. Probably the most technically gifted guitarist out there. It`s not only shredding here though, it`s great music also. (Love the keyboards here too.)

Digging the retro Nintendo sound of this song coupled with new school rap.

(03-29-2019 12:05 AM)Rigsby Wrote:  Love these Southern boys.

I cut to the chase and watched Free Bird.

Observations:

No one plays to the camera. They ignore it.

These dudes are who they are and aren't cultivating a brand.

They are so relaxed onstage. No show biz razzle dazzle.

I like the way the lead singer sort of roams around, drinking champagne, orchestrating the action, solos, ending, in a very organic way.

The bass player looks like he stole a bobbie's hat. No comment made, just wearing it.

You took me straight down nostalgia lane, and all this stuff we took for granted is pretty good, looking back, comparing to the self consciousness of today.

Their attitude seemed to be, we make music, and that is enough. No frills.

I also liked the supreme confidence of the band. No pyro or special lighting to start it out. No need to shoot their wad to prove themselves at the beginning of the song.

It is a full six minutes in before they start to cook, and until then it seems like a kind of mellow, relaxed, unfocused song.

They trust themselves to deliver and their audiences to hang in there, and it makes the explosion of guitar solos that much more effective because of the contrast.

Thanks, Rigs.

Classic acid house




Acid house is my favorite era of house music (though there is still good stuff made to this day