I am Music

Intense! Thank you, Tz.
Nice, um, lips, m'dear.

I was listening to this today. Not that performance, specifically, of course (well, maybe, since I posted it, but we're straying a bit afield from where I started).

Fuck.

Anyway. "Purple Haze" dates from when I was like 15, which means the damn song is almost as ancient as Ombra mai fu. But I still remember wiring those Ernie Ball rock 'n roll light gauge strings onto my Telecaster and slamming on the fuzz pedal to play "Haze" the first time.

Badly, of course, but fun, anyway.

I'm sorry, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, I....
 
Ooh. I am thinking about these guys at the moment, both because (as is well known), I am an Old Fart, but also a'cuz I is trying to work the Boys into something I'm writing.

Hey. No peeking.

For purists, here's a Bon Scott version.





Angus has just got to have great thighs and calves, doing the duckwalk for 35 years, doncha think?
 
Whenever I see this, it reminds me of my jazz buddies, Ange and Tzara.

Enjoy :rose:

Lovely and thank you my jazz sister. :rose:

We (E-dub and me) are just back from a week in PA. We took two days to drive back and listened the whole time to jazz (Lady, Ella, Prez, Marion McPartland, Oscar Peterson, Milt Jackson, Bill Evans) and the Raising Sand cd (to which we are both addicted at the moment). It was a lovely drive, so great when you're with someone who has the exact same musical tastes.

Here's one for you.

Now I have to go be a Phillies fan. Shouldn't be too hard. They're always my backup team after Bawston anyway. :D
 
Whenever I see this, it reminds me of my jazz buddies, Ange and Tzara.

Enjoy :rose:
Ms. Sass! Hiya.

Is it just me, or does our sweet Audrey have a little overbite? Kinda charmin', actually. Interesting commercial, anyway, and Billie is so achingly on that she makes the whole thing work.

Well, Audrey does too, but this is a music thread. :rolleyes:

So, um, whadda I got fer you and DJ Jazzy A? How about Mr. Bix, Singin' the Blues?
 
Ms. Sass! Hiya.

Is it just me, or does our sweet Audrey have a little overbite? Kinda charmin', actually. Interesting commercial, anyway, and Billie is so achingly on that she makes the whole thing work.

Well, Audrey does too, but this is a music thread. :rolleyes:

So, um, whadda I got fer you and DJ Jazzy A? How about Mr. Bix, Singin' the Blues?

Thank you for the Bix, T-zed. You've probably seen this, but Bix made me think of it.

Here's some Bechet for you. :rose:
 
Thank you for the Bix, T-zed. You've probably seen this, but Bix made me think of it.

Here's some Bechet for you. :rose:
Thank you, kindly, miss.

But I identify Mr. Bechet not with the clarinet (though he does seem to play that pretty well, frankly), but rather as the unanointed King of the Soprano Saxophone. Like here. (Well, I think. It sounds like a soprano sax, brassy rather than reedy, but I could be wrong. And he's like the Man on that instrument, so I assumed....)

Whatever. Excellent playing. Good Gershwin song. Rocks. Or swings. Or something.




Actually, on second hear, it sounds more clarinet to me. No matter, guy was a stone genius and I still cannot hear well.

Some things never change. Much.
 
*Drive/Post by triple uber hugs!*
Just noting that I would hug you too, m'dear, as I also "prefer girls." All girls. Any girls.

I know. Probably way too obvious at this point, but I thought I should make that clear.

Race you to one hundred kisses! Dibs on Stacy's mom, 'K?
 
Omg you didn't just link some Fountains of Wayne. My fave. Here's something in the same vein. ;)
I think someone's seen Shaun of the Dead, hasn't she?

I mean that's too much like, well, Weezer, ain't it?

Or is it?







That vid was just glorifying my jones for Rachel Hunter, actually. Glad you liked it.

Please note that I am trolling your luscious avatars. Consider this fair warning, and a request for higher resolution image files. :)
 
Lovely and thank you my jazz sister. :rose:

We (E-dub and me) are just back from a week in PA. We took two days to drive back and listened the whole time to jazz (Lady, Ella, Prez, Marion McPartland, Oscar Peterson, Milt Jackson, Bill Evans) and the Raising Sand cd (to which we are both addicted at the moment). It was a lovely drive, so great when you're with someone who has the exact same musical tastes.

Here's one for you.

Now I have to go be a Phillies fan. Shouldn't be too hard. They're always my backup team after Bawston anyway. :D

Ms. Sass! Hiya.

Is it just me, or does our sweet Audrey have a little overbite? Kinda charmin', actually. Interesting commercial, anyway, and Billie is so achingly on that she makes the whole thing work.

Well, Audrey does too, but this is a music thread. :rolleyes:

So, um, whadda I got fer you and DJ Jazzy A? How about Mr. Bix, Singin' the Blues?

Thank you for the Bix, T-zed. You've probably seen this, but Bix made me think of it.

Here's some Bechet for you. :rose:
you guys make me want to watch the entire Ken Burns JAZZ documentary all over again. *dreamy eyes*
*Drive/Post by triple uber hugs!*

hey girlie! how are you?
*smooches*
 
you guys make me want to watch the entire Ken Burns JAZZ documentary all over again. *dreamy eyes*
Oh, oh. Dreamy Sassy Eyes. Those are like seriously seductive, so I'd better be extra-especially vigilant about posting this next thang, which is some kind of jazz history Jelly Roll Morton kind of thing.

Whew.

Sounds good, though. Not like calculus at all, thank God. Let's me get back to that dreamy eye thing, which seemed promising.
 
Hey, I missed this. On October 30, Gracie Slick, rock goddess/nymph/icon of many a' my younger dreams, turned 70.

70. Yes. Seven zero.

Like, really old.

Now, that's not quite so shocking as it might have been if I'd not been recently ruminatin' on my own advancin' age, but still, that's old by almost anybody's standard. Certainly by mine, and I am probably way closer to that age than you are, youngster, so back off, eh?

I mean, Gracie's in the Hall, of course. As well she should be. But still.

But hey. Let's celebrate:
  • Here's The Great Society, her earlier (earlier than the JA, of course) band, doing Somebody to Love. Very, very different arrangement from what got her into the I. M. Pei pyramid in Cleveland. Her vocal is similar to the JA version, but even that seems a bit wonky and off, don't it?

    Does to me, anyway. Sorry.

    And, yeah. That picture of her is very 70s and very why I'm still charting her songs forty some years later.

    Hey, youngsters. Trust me--Beyoncé'll look creaky and old too, in thirty, forty years, but you'll still be dicin' off her younger self.

    Yes, it is your Dad telling you this. But you just refuse to listen, doncha?
  • Like, check out the Jefferson Airplane version of the same song.

    Better? Better.

    Sold better, anyway.

    Oh, and Jorma played the guitar piece. So better.
  • Great Society plays White Rabbit. It's long, but representative of sixties moosic.

    Yes, we all did a lot of drugs. But we got to wave our arms around a lot.

    I know. You had to be there.
  • And, for you real old folks, a reminder that Gracie was not he original JA vocalist. If you have the first album, you've got Singe, singin'.

    She was good, too.

    God, I feel old.
 
still a Beauty isn't She?

Hey, I missed this. On October 30, Gracie Slick, rock goddess/nymph/icon of many a' my younger dreams, turned 70.

70. Yes. Seven zero.

Like, really old.

Now, that's not quite so shocking as it might have been if I'd not been recently ruminatin' on my own advancin' age, but still, that's old by almost anybody's standard. Certainly by mine, and I am probably way closer to that age than you are, youngster, so back off, eh?

I mean, Gracie's in the Hall, of course. As well she should be. But still.

But hey. Let's celebrate:
  • Here's The Great Society, her earlier (earlier than the JA, of course) band, doing Somebody to Love. Very, very different arrangement from what got her into the I. M. Pei pyramid in Cleveland. Her vocal is similar to the JA version, but even that seems a bit wonky and off, don't it?

    Does to me, anyway. Sorry.

    And, yeah. That picture of her is very 70s and very why I'm still charting her songs forty some years later.

    Hey, youngsters. Trust me--Beyoncé'll look creaky and old too, in thirty, forty years, but you'll still be dicin' off her younger self.

    Yes, it is your Dad telling you this. But you just refuse to listen, doncha?
  • Like, check out the Jefferson Airplane version of the same song.

    Better? Better.

    Sold better, anyway.

    Oh, and Jorma played the guitar piece. So better.
  • Great Society plays White Rabbit. It's long, but representative of sixties moosic.

    Yes, we all did a lot of drugs. But we got to wave our arms around a lot.

    I know. You had to be there.
  • And, for you real old folks, a reminder that Gracie was not he original JA vocalist. If you have the first album, you've got Singe, singin'.

    She was good, too.

    God, I feel old.

No, I feel young. And Grace reminds me that it's okay to have long hair and walk while nude.

Love Manhole Hope you do to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwNRMG4ktk8&feature=PlayList&p=3A5E546B65DCEC4A&index=0&playnext=1
 
Yes, I am! I am hot for Polly Jean.

I admit it. Her wiggle about 1:20 into this video sold me, bro.

Nice waist, I thought.

Fuck. So I'm weak. M'own problem, don't ya think?
 
I love covers, and these are all good, meaning interesting and different from the original. Not "cover band" stuff where you try to perform the song as close as you humanly can to the original recording.

Not much Art there. But interpreting a song is very different. How I would characterize these. ("Brown Sugar" is almost unrecognizable, for example.)

I couldn't find anything for "Brown Sugar" that wasn't embarrassing, and that Ryan Adams/Beth Orton cover is so perfectly different that I won't even try. Let me just post some Whiskeytown and Beth Orton tracks and leave things go at that, eh?

I'm better with "I'm on Fire," 'cuz I can link to covers by Mr. Johnny Cash (though not one of his better performances, frankly) and Tori Amos, who is appropriately tortured in her interpretation. She is kinda hot, though, despite her weirdly colored hair.

Oh, but. But. It's way easier to find covers of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire. Like, uh, Social Distortion or (geez) Adam Lambert, and that even leaves room for one of my all time favorite covers, "Ring of Fire" performed by Wall of Voodoo.

Bless y'all, in any case.
 
Fuck. I was originally gonna fuck with your heads with some John Cage music, but I guess that fuck is fucked now. Fuck. :)
 
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