"You know, I couldn't even manage a goddamned sunset without a little competition from the Firebird Motel sign. Which, relatively speaking, was bigger to begin with and stayed lit one hell of a lot longer."
  • This should be great. Sample This, “is the true story of how an unknown music producer and the greatest studio musicians of the 70’s entwined to create one of the most influential albums in history.

    If not for the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy, it might never have happened. The gunshots that rang out in the Ambassador Hotel kitchen in June of 1968 started a music revolution. It’s the story of a band that never was, a cult movie and revolutionary music from the streets of New York. A pop culture odyssey that includes Charles Manson, a former Beatle and an infamous mobster.”

  • Gnucci Banana

    "One night, Gnucci Banana, or Ana Rab, agreed to share a taxi with Spoek when he was already famous and late for a gig. It must have been a hell of a ride, because they ended up getting married.”

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  • Jonwayne. Bowser. Great. Nothing more need be said.

  • Amsterdam.

    The English language variation on Jacques Brel’s “Amsterdam”. Such a magnificent song.

    In the port of Amsterdam
    There’s a sailor who sings
    Of the dreams that he brings
    From the wide open sea
    In the port of Amsterdam
    There’s a sailor who sleeps
    While the riverbank weeps
    With the old willow tree
    In the port of Amsterdam
    There’s a sailor who dies
    Full of beer, full of cries
    In a drunken down fight
    And in the port of Amsterdam
    There’s a sailor who’s born
    On a muggy hot morn
    By the dawn’s early light
    In the port of Amsterdam
    Where the sailors all meet
    There’s a sailor who eats
    Only fishheads and tails
    He will show you his teeth
    That have rotted too soon
    That can swallow the moon
    That can haul up the sails
    And he yells to the cook
    With his arms open wide
    Bring me more fish
    Put it down by my side
    Then he wants so to belch
    But he’s too full to try
    So he gets up and laughs
    And he zips up his fly
    In the port of Amsterdam
    You can see sailors dance
    Paunches bursting their pants
    Grinding women to paunch
    They’ve forgotten the tune
    That their whiskey voice croaks
    Splitting the night with the
    Roar of their jokes
    And they turn and they dance
    And they laugh and they lust
    Till the rancid sound of
    The accordion bursts
    Then out to the night
    With their pride in their pants
    With the slut that they tow
    Underneath the street lamps
    In the port of Amsterdam
    There’s a sailor who drinks
    And he drinks and he drinks
    And he drinks once again
    He drinks to the health
    Of the whores of Amsterdam
    Who have promised their love
    To a thousand other men
    They’ve bargained their bodies
    And their virtue long gone
    For a few dirty coins
    And when he can’t go on
    He plants his nose in the sky
    And he wipes it up above
    And he pisses like I cry
    For an unfaithful love
    In the port of Amsterdam
    In the port of Amsterdam  

  • A friend pointed these performers out to me yesterday. So now I’m pointing them out to you. Sonodaband’s “Take Me To The Carnival”. A group of young men from the University of Tokyo - apparently they played SXSW last year.

  • "Of Mask And Money" by Octavius, from his 2011 release Laws. Love this.

  • Stones Throw announces a digital subscription. A little behind in my news, since they announced it in January. I like it when music labels and artists look forward instead of trying to maintain the ancient business model.

    "Stones Throw has partnered with Drip.fm to launch the Stones Throw Digital Discography, a subscription music service where we share every new Stones Throw release, delivered right to your inbox. Members get every new Stones Throw album, single and EP as they are released, select music from the catalog, and exclusive advance material.  The subscription price is $10 USD a month. Subscriptions accepted from anywhere in the world.