Only In Dreams
GWAR covers Billy Ocean at The Onion A/V Club
It’s impossible to quantify just how much better this cover is than the original song.
I regret not taking an opportunity to see GWAR at any of their many stops in Rochester. Sadly, now I’ll never get a chance. Farewell Dave Brockie, aka Oderus Urungus. Hopefully the return trip to your home planet won’t take too long.
Traditional flamenco is a singer’s art, born in the cradle of Roma culture in Spain. De Lucia was neither a singer nor Roma, which makes his accomplishments all the more extraordinary.
The world just lost a true guitar hero. I’m barely familiar with his work outside of the amazing performances on the Friday Night in SanFrancisco album, but I’m entirely certain that the man was a true master of his art and one of the greatest guitarists who ever lived.
Thankfully he leaves behind a large catalog of recordings for us all to enjoy, remember him by, and use as a completely realistic, albeit unfair, measuring stick for other guitarists.
Failure - Daylight - Live in LA 2/13/14
Yup. They sound great. And huge.
It would take approximately thirty-nine Arcade Fires to create the same sound that these three guys made in this performance.
I think I’d give 175 days to save the world from dubstep, particularly the way it has infested nearly every other genre.
Go get my album for FREE now if you want.
This is one of my favorite albums of the past few years. It’s well worth the effort to click that link and download.
Favorite (Active) Bands That I’ve Never Seen Live (as of 9/20/2013)
Queens of the Stone Age
- The Cardigans
- Presidents of the USA
- The Rentals
- Nerf Herder
- The Darkness
- Guns N’ Roses (waiting for the never-gonna-happen reuinion tour)
Watch weezer drummer Pat Wilson air drum, air guitar, air bass, and air synth his way through the entire 10 minutes of Rush’s Xanadu.
Yes, it’s totally impressive and hilarious, but mostly it just warms my heart to see someone unabashedly enjoying himself this much.
Please, definitely click-through to read the whole piece. It’s a short post and it’s overflowing with hard truths. Hat-tip to Kelly, whose comments are well worth a read, too.
My favorite points are things about which I’ve been talking for well over a decade:
- Live music simply cannot be profitable for anyone without the simultaneous sale of alcohol, and that’s just straight-up not fair to the musicians. Next time you go see one of your friends’ band play live, don’t be ashamed to ask how much they’re getting paid. If they play only original music I’d be willing to bet they’ll be playing for free at least 75% of the time. If they’re in a cover band then they’re probably being paid (but certainly not enough). Additionally, I bet you’d be shocked to hear how often a bar tries to pass off a few free drink tickets as an acceptable form of payment for the band’s services (that’s so very generous to the musicians who don’t even drink alcohol; thanks for the free stale Coke, asshole). The alcohol-requirement has the added bonus of turning the audience into a seething mass of impolite fuckheads who disrespect the musicians (and the fans who are actually there to listen) by being obnoxiously loud throughout the duration of every song, stopping to clap or hoot and holler when the music stops just because they want to believe they actually care about anything other than being the center of attention and the finding the quickest way to the bottom of their bottle.
- There are too many bands. Realistically, there has always been too many bands, but it’s only in the digital age that we’ve been forced to endure them all. One band or artist breaks through with a hit and then the airwaves and fiber cables are flooded with clones upon clones upon clones of the same shitty song. I guess this isn’t really anything new - I wasn’t alive in 1975, but in hindsight the music that came out in 1976 wasn’t all that much different. Same for ‘88 and ‘87, ‘95 and ‘94, etc. The difference now is that every kid in a bedroom with a computer thinks he can be the next big thing and he has the means to try to prove it to the world simply by flooding the internet with his crappy dub-hop-rock; 999,999 out of 1,000,000 times he is wrong.
Our attention spans are growing shorter while there is an ever-increasing bombardment of music vying for the chance to monopolize our ears. This is a large reason why I tend to not listen to new bands and instead focus on new (and old) music from the bands that I’ve loved for decades. Maybe once a year, likely much less often, I’ll find a new band that I intend to keep around for a long time (Milk Carton Kids in 2012, Junip in 2010, Silversun Pickups in 2009, Manchester Orchestra in 2007), but usually I tend to ignore the trends and dive deeper into the catalogs of the tried-and-true bands of my youth.
I Come From The Water
Naked and Famous
The Presidents Of The United States Of America
The Presidents Of The United States Of America
America, Fuck Yeah
Team America: World Police
The Lemon Song
Led Zeppelin II
She Tides The Deep
If Thine Enemy Hunger