JK this album is about sweet sweet cocaine.
Black Sabbath Vol. 4 (Vertigo, 1972)
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JK this album is about sweet sweet cocaine.
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JK this album is about sweet sweet cocaine.
Iggy and the Stooges, Raw Power (Columbia, 1973)
Van Halen, “Hot for Teacher” 7″ (Warner Bros., 1984)
Elvis Costello and the Attractions, Blood & Chocolate (Demon/Columbia, 1986)
Literally.
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Bruce Springsteen, Darkness on the Edge of Town (Columbia, 1978)
Chris Christie continues his clueless public fellating of The BOSSSSSSSS while remaining completely unaware that he is the villain of every song by The Boss, closing factories and forbidding his daughter to date the kid from the poor family and calling the Trenton PD to do a sweep of the homeless encampment down under the bridge. QUIT SHOWING UP IN GOOGLE SEARCHES OF “BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN,” JERKOFF.
Frank Zappa/Captain Beefheart/The Mothers, Bongo Fury (DiscReet, 1975)
“And I wanna tell ya, if there is anybody here who doesn’t believe that it is fuckin great to be alive, I wish they would go now, because this show will bring them down so much.”
Guys my first stunt for ’15 is an A-to-Z cover series, one per day, starting today. Z is, of course, for ZAPPA (with Captain Beefheart & the Mothers).
Gram Parsons, GP (Reprise, 1973)
15-year-old me was heavily into eyeliner, Howard Zinn, and magnetic sad boys who’d never treat me right but would never bore me. My little brother was almost named Gram, though, so this tendency isn’t completely my fault; hips aren’t the only thing I inherited from my mom, youfeelme.
I’ve since come to my senses and stopped being a jerk – fetishizing fucked-up brain chemistry/sorrow is just a gross thing to do – but my fondness for Gram remains and I’ll prove it by singing every goddamn word on all of his records and wearing his name on my chest. (Thank you, Worn Free!)
PS, fun fact: it turns out EVERY song called “A Song for You” makes me break down and cry.
Ireland.
Switch on your electric light
then we can get down to what is really wrong.
The shit’s chess; it ain’t checkers.
Baddest dude in a wheelchair since Ron Kovic and Snoop the non-crack-slanger in Training Day (he’s on Disability, man).
This might get me an annoyed email or two from religious boys who like rap music and skinny girls in bathing suits, but if that is you our love affair was not meant to be. Stay away from me; I’m trouble. “We should seek the greatest value of our action,” Hawking told the paper. In my case, that means blogging sporadically and cuddling with my records constantly.
Spinning out, gracefully
Going nowhere, quickly
I’m older, day by day
Still going back to my childhood way
Circuital
Round and round patiently
Getting lost by the guide
And I’m all worked up over nothing
Circuits
All in and out
Connect my body
Deep into the ground
Circuits
Connect the earth to the moon
And link our heavenly bodies
And not a moment too soon
Well you can fling open the windows
Or you can board them up
Satan’s jeweled crown
Or Christ’s humble cup
You think you’ll find yourself out there
Out in the lion’s den
In somebody’s battle
Over belief systems
Or disappear into the vacuum
Total neutrality
The way you can’t lose nothing
But nothing can be gained
Well anyway you cut it
We’re just spinning around
Out on the circuits
Over the hollow grounds
Out on the circuits
Over the hollow grounds
Heading right back in the same place
That we started out
Right back in the same place
Right back in the same place
That we starting out
Let her know
http://www.minneapolisfuckingrocks.com/conanmix/drdre_stilldre.mp3
mp3.
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L. Cohen on self-soothing, the passing of time, loneliness, joy, and doing chores.
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