The Charlie Feathers CD is even better than I had imagined. There is like this ancient reverb creeping up behind the mix. Gives me an insight to what the My Morning Jacket kids are shooting for. Well, they seem more like a country Galaxie 500 than a decendant of Charlie Feathers but it's hard to shake the comparison. Charlie's CD is perhaps better than any Elvis tune I've heard. Elvis' tunes, however great, always seemed too polished. Feather's CD sounds like he just came down from the poolhall to cut some tunes and then get back to the random knife fight. Dont get me wrong, there is some seriously gorgeous country-ballads and tales of woe bubbling up on this monster.
I have no complaints about the High Llamas cd, either. I'm told Sean O'Hagan's best work is behind him. It was a mix of Beach Boys, Burt Bacharach, and lounge-pop. I'll have to give him credit on playing ball on a field so crowded. So many people have been puttin' on the Pet Sounds/Smile coat for years. Personally, my favorites are Olivia Tremor Control and Stereolab. OTC's Black Foliage has soo many buzzers and bells going off at once between the late 60s style gems that you get autobahn-caliber whiplash. Full on cough syrup and headphones mind melter. Stereolab is just plain stupifying. Every time I listen to DOTS & LOOPS I hear something new. One almost wants to take notes on each listen. Yeah, but then there wouldn't be no comin' back from the geeky brick road.
I hate seeing really great titles in the cast-away bin at work. From my point of view, it shows total disregard for the customer. If some person is bringing in a stack of primo shit, they deserve to get paid properly for it. I know the common misconception of the USED RECORD STORE PEOPLE is that they are out to rip you off. That simply isn't true. If we rip people off, they wouldn't keep coming back and shopping. I found a Dwight Twilley Greates Hits and Boards Of Canada "Music Has The Right TO Children" priced out at a dollar. Basically, the Joe Hipcat that brought those in will probably never come back because of some lazy employee bullshit. All it takes is a scan of the barcode to find out if something is worthwhile or not. The really cool-ass customers rarely come in to begin with. Fuck it, I've gotten the whole "Ignorant Fuck shake and smile" down to a goddamn science. I think I'm gonna make a list of music labels to help my employees out. If the CD is on a certain label, check it out on the internet before giving the guy a quarter for his Polvo Cd. If the title is selling for around eight bucks on the internet, reflect that in the offer. That's actually petty bullshit anyway. Most people come in looking for video games anyway. No one gives a fuck about music these days. Maybe I need to work in the city or something. The sticks are kicking my ass. Probably just need a girlfriend or a satchel full of Xanax and Percidan. Both would definetley hit the spot.
Dario Argento's SUSPIRIA is STILLL giving me nightmares. I haven't even seen the motherfucker since 1995!!! I've got a re-issue of the soundtrack by Dario's band GOBLIN. I'm putting images to the sounds which is keeping me up to five in the morning. City Of The Living Dead has an equally superb soundtrack but the movie is shitty. I do like the concept of a priest killing himself to open a gate to hell. It's the kind of story I would tell my kids 'round the fireplace.
"Sonny Jim, make sure you don't become a priest and then kill yourself in a fog-machine ridden graveyard. You'll open a gateway to hell."
"Dad, what's wrong with your eyebrows?"
"They used to call that dramatic effect in the olden days. Say kiddos, you ever seen The Cable Guy?"
"Where's Mommy???"
Yep, picture perfect. Two more artists I need to get into are Lightning Bolt and Nurse With Wound. If any of you guys out there in SG Land have some, send me that shit. You will be repaid in burns of your choice.
soundtrack of the day
JOHN COLTRANE "Live In Seattle"
peels the paint from the walls and sets those suffering from Epilepsy into an uncontrollable rollercoaster ride of devil spasms. Crawlin' up yer spine like fingernails on a chalkboard. Next up is Cecil Taylor's Unit Structures. This dirty-diaper would sour any honeymoon and get them alaskan timberwolves pickin' the flesh from the bone. Sometimes you gotta shake them brain cobwebs loose with some free jazz.
WHISKEYFIGHTPIT SEZ BARK AT THE MOON AND SHOTGUN THAT BEER.....
ROAR!!!!!
I have no complaints about the High Llamas cd, either. I'm told Sean O'Hagan's best work is behind him. It was a mix of Beach Boys, Burt Bacharach, and lounge-pop. I'll have to give him credit on playing ball on a field so crowded. So many people have been puttin' on the Pet Sounds/Smile coat for years. Personally, my favorites are Olivia Tremor Control and Stereolab. OTC's Black Foliage has soo many buzzers and bells going off at once between the late 60s style gems that you get autobahn-caliber whiplash. Full on cough syrup and headphones mind melter. Stereolab is just plain stupifying. Every time I listen to DOTS & LOOPS I hear something new. One almost wants to take notes on each listen. Yeah, but then there wouldn't be no comin' back from the geeky brick road.
I hate seeing really great titles in the cast-away bin at work. From my point of view, it shows total disregard for the customer. If some person is bringing in a stack of primo shit, they deserve to get paid properly for it. I know the common misconception of the USED RECORD STORE PEOPLE is that they are out to rip you off. That simply isn't true. If we rip people off, they wouldn't keep coming back and shopping. I found a Dwight Twilley Greates Hits and Boards Of Canada "Music Has The Right TO Children" priced out at a dollar. Basically, the Joe Hipcat that brought those in will probably never come back because of some lazy employee bullshit. All it takes is a scan of the barcode to find out if something is worthwhile or not. The really cool-ass customers rarely come in to begin with. Fuck it, I've gotten the whole "Ignorant Fuck shake and smile" down to a goddamn science. I think I'm gonna make a list of music labels to help my employees out. If the CD is on a certain label, check it out on the internet before giving the guy a quarter for his Polvo Cd. If the title is selling for around eight bucks on the internet, reflect that in the offer. That's actually petty bullshit anyway. Most people come in looking for video games anyway. No one gives a fuck about music these days. Maybe I need to work in the city or something. The sticks are kicking my ass. Probably just need a girlfriend or a satchel full of Xanax and Percidan. Both would definetley hit the spot.
Dario Argento's SUSPIRIA is STILLL giving me nightmares. I haven't even seen the motherfucker since 1995!!! I've got a re-issue of the soundtrack by Dario's band GOBLIN. I'm putting images to the sounds which is keeping me up to five in the morning. City Of The Living Dead has an equally superb soundtrack but the movie is shitty. I do like the concept of a priest killing himself to open a gate to hell. It's the kind of story I would tell my kids 'round the fireplace.
"Sonny Jim, make sure you don't become a priest and then kill yourself in a fog-machine ridden graveyard. You'll open a gateway to hell."
"Dad, what's wrong with your eyebrows?"
"They used to call that dramatic effect in the olden days. Say kiddos, you ever seen The Cable Guy?"
"Where's Mommy???"
Yep, picture perfect. Two more artists I need to get into are Lightning Bolt and Nurse With Wound. If any of you guys out there in SG Land have some, send me that shit. You will be repaid in burns of your choice.
soundtrack of the day
JOHN COLTRANE "Live In Seattle"
peels the paint from the walls and sets those suffering from Epilepsy into an uncontrollable rollercoaster ride of devil spasms. Crawlin' up yer spine like fingernails on a chalkboard. Next up is Cecil Taylor's Unit Structures. This dirty-diaper would sour any honeymoon and get them alaskan timberwolves pickin' the flesh from the bone. Sometimes you gotta shake them brain cobwebs loose with some free jazz.
WHISKEYFIGHTPIT SEZ BARK AT THE MOON AND SHOTGUN THAT BEER.....
ROAR!!!!!
In the above sentence, I had another great Cheech typo-- "the priest who hangs hims elf"-- looked almost like "the priest hangs his elf," or "the priest hangs him a elf." That would be an interesting flick, too.
I never really got off on later Stereolab. For me it was Switched On and some of SPace-Age Bachelor Pad. Perhaps if I had the whole catalog playing back to back I wold change my mind. There's is pretty big now.