San Diego Serenade

"Baseball season will be starting soon" begins Going to Tennessee by The Mountain Goats. Fortunately, the next line "But we have no baseball team here" need not apply to us here in San Diego, nor any longer to my family back in Virginia. One might think that with the latest news about Barry Bonds, steroids, and the web of lies, deception and cover-ups concerning those topics, that it would be impossible to retain the same child-like excitement I once had regarding America's pastime. One would be very, very wrong.

I find it even easier these days to romanticize the game of baseball, in spite of its glaring flaws. The fact of the matter is that there will always be dozens of memories I will have of the game that I reminsice about fondly, beer in hand, before Barry Bonds, the strike of '94 or DC Councilwoman Linda Cropp come to mind. Among these include:

-Skipping school to see the Orioles opening day at the height of my childhood baseball fandom in 1989 with my dad and grandfather, where we sat in the bleachers and sang "Na Na Na Na Hey Hey Hey Goodbye" as a brawling drunken couple was escorted from the stands
-Watching the Red Sox's 2004 World Series run, where a roar of the crowd across the street at Nick's signified that something great was about to happen on my five second delayed cable

-Every phone call I made during the course of last seasons ill fated "Mets vs Nationals" bet.
-The first time I ever heard that bell tolling in the 9th as an entire stadium of Padres fans rose to their feet
-Remembering where I was and who I was with when Cal broke the streak, Luis Gonzalez beat the Yankees and McGwire hit 62
-The time that several friends bet heavily on "watch" mode on RBI Baseball, where the computer proceeded to play out an extra innings contest so dramatic that the next door neighbors had to come over to see what all the shouting was about
-Performing James Earl Jones' "Baseball Speech" from Field of Dreams with full band accompaniment at a concert last December
-Attending my first Nats game in the nation's capital on the Fourth of July last year and thinking "Yeah, this feels right"

And fortunately, for us romanticizers, baseball has more and better music associated with it than any other sport. For those of you who remain skeptical about the inherent goodness of the upcoming season, I've prepared a short 9 inning program for you to get yourself pumped. It starts slow, and saves the big guns for the end. We'll begin below:

1. The RBI Baseball theme remix. Made by some enterprising nerd, this brings us back to a great era of sports video games, where there were only two buttons, players who looked like Fisher Price men and secret weapons like Tony Armas off the bench. UPDATE: Thanks to the readers at dee-nee.com, a great RBI Baseball resource, for pointing out the far superior Dylan Gentile RBI Techno Remix

2. Vin Scully announces Sandy Koufax's perfect game. A pretty remarkable performance, both by the pitcher and the announcer.

3. Baseball can inspire strange devotional activity, none more so than this spot on Springsteen parody of Take Me Out To The Ballgame, complete with Rosalita style hand clapping breakdown and gratuitous CC-esque sax solo.

4. The Mountain Goats sing about the Chicago Cubs on "Cubs In Five". On his webpage, John Darnielle is seen drinking a can of Old Style, thus proving that he is the real deal. The fact that Old Style is a revered local beer that they serve at Wrigley Field is obviously the only cultural fact i know about the third most populous city in America.

5. A brief video interlude, the fifth inning stretch if you will. This is where stuff starts to get intense:

6. Are you starting to understand why in the grand scheme of things Barry Bonds is nobody, why his actions can't detract from the mystique of the game? Can you listen to the music from The Natural and not have a bit of a chill go down your spine?

7. What about the music from Field of Dreams? At the Nats first game ever last year, my parents described to me how the current Nats took the field, and as this theme music played, ran out to their positions in the field, where former Senators players shook their hands and passed their gloves to them. That is worth getting excited for.

8. The power of basball romanticism is such that Steve Goodman, an obviously goofy guy with a voice not made for singing, can turn in this hymn to Cubs fandom, and make you wish that you were a Cubs fan so that you could have it played at your funeral.

9. And finally, the aforementioned James Earl Jones speech. Far be it for me to criticize today's college students for wanting to spend their spring breaks in places like Daytona Beach or San Diego, but they really ought to be making pilgramages to Dyersville, Iowa to walk around the hallowed grounds of the Field Of Dreams in revered silence for days at a time. The field is, for those of you who have not been there, owned by two separate feuding groups, whose distaste for each other is made quite apparent by signs on both properties encouraging you not to buy souveniers from the other guys. I suspect Barry Bonds is involved somehow.

Baseball season will be starting soon. Go Padres. Go Nats.

Links: The Natural, Field Of Dreams, Mountain Goats, Rhino Record's Baseball's Greatest Hits, RBI Baseball

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Here we go with another installment of everyones favorite chart, where we examine Big Champagne style, what the most popular albums are at a chosen internet site. Links will go to places with more information or samples of the particular album. And since it is raining outside, I wrote a haiku for each album.

1. The Flaming Lips - At War With The Mystics

Were these lyrics done:
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah"
With all your power?

At least one hipster
Will continue to insist
He misses "Mike Jones!"

There's one conclusion:
Challenge the Flaming Lips to
A Yeah Yeah Yeah-off

Ghost, RZA, GZA
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
The Haiku-Tang Clan

Too late for U2,
They could have taken the stage
To "The Funeral"

When talking song suites
"A Quick One While He's Away"
I prefer hands down

The Rubber Band Man
He's wild as the Taliban
My two T.I. facts

If my kids ask me
Whether I liked Tapes 'n Tapes
I will be surprised

Made a Levi's ad
Where the guy gets his pants back
Instead of the girl

Strokes, Hives, not The Vines
I would rather listen to
Than Massive Attack

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I imagine this will be a divisive song on the Flaming Lips new album, but I don't think there is any shame in admitting that it is far and away my favorite. It's by definitely the most fun song on the album, and has the most propulsive music and infectious sound to boot. Check out the video:

In other cool Flaming Lips news, The Whistle Stop Bar is having a CD listening party on Monday April 3rd in celebration of the new album, which you can then purchase at Midnight at M-Theory Music, just down the street. They're going to be playing commentary from the band along with the album, and you get a free limited edition 7" vinyl among other goodies they're gonna be giving away.

Also, over at the Flaming Lips homepage, you can now listen to the whole album and read Wayne Coyne's explanatory notes for each song, thereby forever eliminating any confusion whatsoever about what these songs are about.

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If you're a fan of Tom Waits' weird stuff, like Rain Dogs, Frank's Wild Years and his latest Real Gone, check out the above video. It's of two songs from a date in Amsterdam on the Real Gone tour. Take note of what is going on musically when Waits isn't singing. The drumbeat just sort of lurches on at the same pace, the bass isn't really a factor, but that guitarist...It wasn't until I watched this bootleg concert that I realized how much of Tom Waits' signature sound comes from the efforts of his guitarist Marc Ribot. It's sort of like a rapper working with a favorite producer, in the sense that the Rakim may be fine on his own, but if you ever wonder why he never achieved the heights of his first few albums again, you may want to take a closer look at the less heralded Eric B.

Now that I've pointed out how integral and distinct Ribot's work is on Waits' records, every time you hear a solo or distinctive guitar riff, it's going to stand out, kind of like how you never noticed the arrow in the FedEx logo until someone pointed it out to you. You can thank me for that later. For now, you ought to check out the large body of solo work that Ribot has amassed with various projects. In addition to playing with other artists as diverse as Solomon Burke, Elvis Costello, Medeski, Martin & Wood and Harry Shearer(?) he has released several very interesting solo albums that I didn't know about until yesterday.

My favorite, and infinitely the most listenable to the non-fan of crazy avant garde music, of all of his solo works are the two albums he recorded with the Los Cubanos Postizos. Translated as The Prosthetic Cubans, (rivaled maybe only by Keith Richards and the X-pensive Winos as the greatest backing band name in history), they interpret traditional Cuban music Ribot-style. So imagine that sharp, metallic guitar snaking its way across shuffling Latin rhythms in the kind of marriage so unholy that of course it ends up working. Anyone who all of a sudden realized two paragraphs ago that a big part of what they like about Tom Waits is the work of his guitarist would be advised to check these two albums out today.

MP3: Baile Baile Baile from Muy Divertido! his second album with the Prosthetic Cubans.
The first was simply titled The Prosthetic Cubans.

Video of the group performing courtesy of archive.org

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San Diego CityBeat came out with their exhaustive and excellent local music issue today. It's full of interesting articles about local bands and local music, and it is all available on their website. Besides the great demo review project they put together, there are some more interesting musings about music in San Diego. These include:

-Obervations and predictions for '06. My favorite is "In an attempt to take disinterested hipster cred to new levels, someone will drag the Casbah's Pac Man game into the main room during a sold-out show and play for the entire set without once looking up."

-13 Local bands being asked how they came up with their name. Holiday & The Adventure Pop Collective was "Inspired by titles like Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, the band put together a batch of words that gave the feeling of escape."

And then of course there is the reviews of demo tapes the magazine received. There is a Best Of section, but that is not nearly as entertaining as the Rest Of section. After sifting through not nearly as many entries for the NH5D soundtrack project, I can definitely relate to wanting to accurately and viciously describe how bad a song is. I just didn't have the balls to put statements out there in the fashion that the CityBeat did. I mean what if at some point in time through some horrible twist of fate I actually met the person about whom I wrote:

The cheese and schmaltz remained funny until my own penis actually receded into my body. Wait. Hold on... yep, I'm a girl now. Thanks, Andy!

Or

This album came with a note announcing that, "If you've ever heard of the Beatles you will like this CD." Well I've never heard of these Beatles guys, but if they sound anything like Weckel, then the only people who are going to like them are coffeehouse art-fags who dig bad David Bowie impressions. The aural equivalent to spilling a grande brew-of-the-day in your crotch.

That second one Definitely makes me want to hear the album, but I can't find any info on the artist, Will Weckel. Below are a few more artists on the "Rest Of" list that sounded intriguing to me, along with CityBeat review excerpts and attempts to track down their music to sample.

Blame - Priest Thief & Wizard :
"Blame, on the other hand, has this shit down. The rhymes are unique, the flow is tight, the beats are funky. Give this kid the deed, because he owns you. "
MP3s available at his myspace page

Cape May - Under Arrest EP :
"Obvious standout is “This City Rolls,” a fist-pumper that’s as worthy of FM radio as any song I can imagine." They got that right, this song kicks ass.
MP3: This City Rolls

Cosmo Speedway - Exoskeleton/Traveling Bloodcells :
"Both these discs are great if you like artists like Badly Drawn Boy and more experimental Bright Eyes."
MP3: 35 Cent ID & When Sea Creatures...

The Essentials :
"Rockabilly drums and guitar. Aggressive melodic drive interspersed with syncopation. An even tenor with a sexy drawl." Dammit. This one sounds good and it's the first one that I can't find any info on...Except for some band in Oregon that can't possibly be the same band. Anybody with any leads?

Fully Operational X Japan - Fully Operational X Japan :
"Built to Spill-meets-Weezer vibe"
MP3: You Emasculate Me & Jesus Would Be Ashamed of You People

Inkblot :
"vaguely Isaac Brock/Jeff Tweedy-ish and very good." No dice on a webpage here either.

Jonathan Paulo :
"chorus harmonies that evoke The Byrds, Brian Wilson, even Ryan Adams. Paulo’s voice can strike a satisfying balance between blurred diction and stark imagery, with potential to burn."
MP3: Take It All & Call Me Up

Robin Henkel - Bad Bongos :
"Somewhere between jazz and blues, Robin Henkel’s latest shows why he’s such a revered local figure in both the local blues and acoustic scenes." This guy definitely sounds awesome and looks the part to boot.
MP3: Tonopah

The Red States :
"These fellas’ X-rated take on country is certainly entertaining. “Jesus Tossed My Sausage” isn’t as dirty as it sounds, but “Lookin’ For a Hole” certainly is." These are definitely as good as you would hope.
MP3: Jesus Tossed My Sausage & Lookin' For A Hole

Old Man Hands - Under The Weight Of Night… :
"With a voice as soothing as early Neil Young and a songwriting approach that rivals Bright Eyes or Sufjan Stevens...This is the best of the bunch" This is actualy from the Best Of section.
MP3s available at the myspace page.

Bands written about in the article that were previously mentioned on this blog include Your Favorite Band and The Wagon

Thanks a whole bunch to CityBeat for putting this issue out and giving voice to artists that we'd likely not have discovered otherwise. If it's not too much to ask, could you maybe post some of the MP3s of the artists that don't have websites of their own? I imagine I'm not the only one dying to hear what Will Weckel, among others, sounds like.

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The Smoking Gun has an interesting gallery of Pre-Prepared CNN Obituaries so that if any number of notable people die, they can have a lead story image ready to go. You have to imagine that if there is any musician out there that warrants that treatment, it has to be The Libertines' Pete Doherty. Not really because of his accomplishments, but just because everyone sees it coming, so you might as well knock it out during a slow five minutes just to be ready.

Rolling Stone has a pretty fascinating article detailing a reporter's attempts to interview Doherty. Along the way he watches him snort, smoke and shoot a wide variety of substances, gets in a car with him for some reason, and even gets a few coherent thoughts out of the man, who seems like he definitely has an intelligent mind and a not too abnormal upbringing. I am a fan of the man's music, but was wondering where people thought he might wind up in the pantheon when the inevitable happens. I see it breaking down five different ways:

1. The Shannon Hoon - as Chuck Klosterman says, the Blind Melon singer proves that dying young is not always a one way ticket to becoming a rock legend.

2. The Bradley Nowell - Sublime became and remains exceedingly popular after he died, and inspires a few "what if he were still around" moments, but nobody laments him as being a genius that died before his time

3. The Gram Parsons - I don't know much about him, but decades after his death the consensus seems to be that he was a pioneer who died too young, even if the style he pioneered, (Country-rock), never really got that big and nobody really listens to him.

4. The Jeff Buckley - Became a legend after he died, and his shortened body of work is celebrated while wondering what could have been, but you get the feeling that if he were still around he'd be considered "Just OK"

5. The Kurt Cobain - Indisputable tragedy, a legend, decried only by people who want to be contrary, even if the points they make are valid.

I feel like he'd have to release one more pretty amazing album before the KC became a possibility, but I wanted to see what everyone thought, plus I found this cool poll utility and wanted to try it out.

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As mentioned below, my recent trip to NYC ended with a frustrated me being forced to listen to a CD by an unknown artist until my friend saw fit to borrow a roomates computer that my ipod could plug into. In a strange twist of fate, I got to the point where I actually didn't want the CD we were listening to to end. Had the circumstances surrounding my being in that apartment been different, had I not been beaten down by a weekend in the big city, or had I possessed a CD of the band I wanted to listen to rather than the ipod, I may have been more willing to take action and dickishly play what I wanted to right off the bat. As it stood, I sort of sat there while my friend brought me ginger ale and peanuts, and took in the music of David Shultz.

I don't know much about the man, nor do I ever expect to. From his tour dates, I suspect he lives in New York, but he plays on Friday at Coupe De Ville's, (widely renowned as the worst bar at UVA, and paradoxically one of the few that endorses live music), so there may be a UVA connection as well. I think that his music is best summed up by a line from his album closer "Of All The Things": "I recognize the familiar sound / It's like a song I've heard a thousand times before / or maybe I've never heard it at all." I think that his music is like 1,000 other things done right.

Imagine your typical guy with a guitar, but take away the baseball cap and make him sound genuine. Put a little bit of whiskey in his voice. Kick the tempo up every now to keep things rockin'. Don't mention the ladies by name, they already know who they are. And most importantly, make sure that the guitar and harmonica sound mournful enough that when you realize that the song is making you sad, you suddenly understand that it's because you're not sure if anyone else you know is ever gonna hear this guy's songs.

I realized that right about song 3, and by the time the record was almost over, the thought of other people not hearing these songs I had heard had become a devastating proposition. Fortunately, I am a man of action who is going to do his best to make damn sure that these songs don't go unheard by you, the discerning reader of a stranger's blog. So here's what I suggest that you do: Check out these two songs, check out Shultz's myspace site and then, (this is the big step), register for a free trial at eMusic and use some of your 50 free downloads to get the rest of his CD. eMusiccan do no wrong by me. Their free trial is a cancel anytime, no strings attached policy, they're gotten rave write ups from Rolling Stone, and every other music blog you will read will endorse them whole heartedly. Best of all, within five minutes you can be downloading Dave Shultz's self titled album, plus My Morning Jacket, The Meat Puppets, The Arcade Fire, etc.

David Shultz Myspace

MP3: The Flaws & Tones

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Front page news in the U-T today, thanks to an anonymous commenter for the tip. Check out the article, looks like it's gone for good now. I think that supporters should have gathered outside town hall and chanted "Let Them Play! Let Them Play!" like the kids did at the middle school birthday party that Kevin Arnold's band "The Electric Shoes" were supposed to play at on The Wonder Years.

I could pretend like I'm upset about missing the bands, or the spirit of community that was going to bring us all closer together, but damn...I really can't imagine how great of a debacle a bona fide hot dog eating contest could have been...

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Shaky video of early Raconteurs gigs have turned up on YouTube. Above is a cover of David Bowie's "It Ain't Easy" which is awesome. The video is right around D+ quality though, so it is fortunate that better quality MP3s of another show have also turned up, and are posted at Tea With Tufty. After listening to just the Bowie cover and the set opener, I have far more faith in the band. In fact, I even feel bad for doubting that Jack White would participate in something non-awesome. Below is a video for "Steady As She Goes", the single which made me uneasy.

Lastly is a Charlie Rose interview with Jack and Meg, where he discusses Hipsters in candid terms. I always think it is silly to see the term "hipster" used in a legitimate context, such as a PBS interview or a New York Times article, and this is no exception. What Jack White says, that had not crossed my mind before, is that the the fickle "looking for the next big thing" nature of hipsters moving from band to band at breakneck pace does not simply cause there to be fewer "classic" bands that stand the test of time, but that this is more of an intentional maneuver, because hipsters don't want to be associated with anything that is old and uncool. It's not that they got former forgotten buzz bands wrong, it's that they never wanted to be right: just cool. It's always strange to hear bonafide wealthy rock stars talking about things like this, but you have to figure he has more experience with it than most other people, so as before, I'm inclined to agree with the man.

As a final note, if you are ever looking for MP3s or reviews of recently played concerts, try using blog search engines such as Technorati. Whereas the big dogs such as Google and Yahoo can be unpredictable with their update schedules, sometimes taking days, blogs tell Technorati when they update, allowing them to be right on top of the latest postings. That's how I found these MP3s, a process which would have been more difficult and frustrating at Google.

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I emailed the guys in The Vision Of A Dying World a few times the past week, and I like to imagine that the guy in the band reading my emails is the guy in the bottom right corner of the above photo, and that he reads the emails with the exact facial expression he has in the picture. Anyways, they have a new banjo driven song that rules that I thought people would want to hear.

The Vision Of A Dying World - Beaver King

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Sorry if that came out a bit Jerry-esque, but a man leaves town for five days and things all go to hell. I've tried to pin down whether this oh-so-detailed article regarding the 2006 PB Block Party or Street Fair or whatever is still happening. It claims it was voted down, but I don't know whether that makes it definitely off or not. The seemingly Official Site says it was last updated on the 22nd, which is after that article, and it lists several bands scheduled to perform including Skelpin, The Coyote Problem and Billy Watson. I tried to email various involved parties, but haven't heard back yet. Anyone know what the deal is? Because if the hot dog eating contest that is also mentioned on the offical web page is cancelled, I think it is safe to say that nobody in San Diego wins.

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As I drove to the airport on Wednesday night, I saw the huge crowd outside the Casbah, complete with tons of 94.9 banners and signs, ready for the Clap Your Hands Say Yeah show. I had thought it would have been a good story to go down there and talk to people hoping to sell the tickets for sky high prices, but it was not to be. Just as a side note, scalped tickets are insanely more expensive in New York than here. 15 dollar Clap Your Hands tickets going for 60 dollars seems like a bargain compared to the 200 dollars that Arctic Monkeys tickets were going for in New York this weekend.

I found one blog entry over at Woefully Underprepared for the Apocalypse with his own thoughts about the show. Anyone else take it in and agree? Think differently?

BTW, the song about "Satan" that the above review mentions can be downloaded, along with a few more high quality live cuts of new songs over at Muzzle of Bees. You can also listen to a live performance and interview at 94.9. The guys sound pretty tired of answering questios about their rise to success without the aid of major label support, etc. I imagine in the future, this will not be a unique set of circumstances that bands have to talk about, even though every article you read about CYHSY and the Arctic Monkey's mentions how big a role

A. The internet
B. Blogs
C. MP3s
D. Not the major labels

played in helping them achieve their success. In this respect, Clap Your Hands have been saddled with the role of the older brother, who has to break ground with his parents for later curfews, car privleges, road trips with friends, and also answer the same questions about where he's going to college, what he's doing after college, over and over again. But by the time their younger brother gets old enough to want to do the same things, the parents are used to their kids growing up in this fashion and none of these things are even a big deal anymore. The trade off is that the younger brother will have to make a name for himself based on, (heavens), his music alone.

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Usually my vacations end up having a song that is readily identifiable with the experience of the trip. Sometimes it's because of chance, like the trip to New Orleans in 2003 when In Da Club was as inescapable as Golddigger was last year, sometimes it's because of wilfull repetition, like the trip to New Orleans in 2000 when I forced everyone to come into a UNC dorm room at 2 AM to download and listen to Kid Rock's "Only God Knows Why" for the tenth time on the trip. This trip had a more natural flow to the soundtracking progress, with a decent mix of old favorites and songs that I didn't realize how awesome they were until they came on at just the right moment. Without further ado:

Click to check out my shirt

1. Bob Dylan - She's No Good : I needed to make a costume for this trip for the concert I would be playing in. I thought that writing a song lyrics on a plain white t-shirt would be a good idea; the trick was picking the right song. My first thought was Dylan's "It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding," then i considered the Hold Steady's "How A Resurrection Really Feels," but while I was worrying that these two songs might not be perfect, the first song on Dylan's first album came on. A half hour and a sore hand later, I had my t-shirt.

2. Wynn Walent - The Well Is Always Dry : This was the third song I considered, but didn't know if Wynn would want his music used in such a fashion. Despite the concerns that he may or may not have had, it was intended as nothing other than a heartfelt tribute to my favorite song of his.

3. Grateful Dead - Brokedown Palace : Long trips are ideal spots for getting a chance to listen to all the new music I get, but I find it tough lately to listen to anything other than the Grateful Dead while travelling. I listened to this 1972 Dick's Picks Vol 11 version of Brokedown Palace several times on the flight out and on the flight back, and the fact that I didn't get into a vicious argument with someone who might have disputed it's status as the best song of all time (at least for this week) is a miracle.

4. Brian Eno - 1/1 : When the Dead proved unable to lull me to sleep on my comfortable airplane seat tray, I turned to this song, which is really cool and reminds me of song 2 on Kid A.

5. Blue Oyster Cult - Career of Evil : Evidently my band subconsciously ripped off the riff from this BOC song for our song "Mr. Brown", but I think it is slightly different enough that it just makes both songs even cooler.

6. The Beatles - I've Just Seen A Face : After driving through the wasteland that was Route 1 and the NJ turnpike, we waited in a line 45 minutes long to go through the Lincoln Tunnel. This song playing as we finally got to drive through made the whole experience slightly worth it.

7. The Ramones - Rockaway Beach : I flew into JFK which is evidently right by Rockaway Beach. We listened to this as we cruised up the West Side Highway on the way to our gig. One of my favorite things about going to NYC the first few times I did were seeing all the places that people like the Beastie Boys, A Tribe Called Quest and Wu-Tang rapped about. I would have preferred that the squalor of Rockaway Beach had remained forever obscured by this glorifying song.

8. Re-Ree - Let's Get Radical : So Re-Ree is my band, (It's a joke), and this is a song that we rehearsed but didn't get to perform at the concert we played. I tried to get the singer to do onstage push ups during an instrumental break of this song, like Yellowman did when we saw him in concert one time like five years ago

9. The Faces - Ooh La La - This came on someones stereo the last night we were in town. I was going to call my brother and just let the song play (for no real reason) but I learned then that I didn't have his phone number.

10. David Shultz - The Flaws : The next day, (feeling wonderful after the kind of night where I have ideas like calling my brother and playing a Faces song), I went over to my friends and tried to finally get him to listen to the Hold Steady, which I had evidently been talking about all damn weekend to whomever would listen. He refused to borrow the roomates computer until the CD by David Shultz finished playing. Normally that would make me hate whatever artist was on, but as it turns out, I really, really like this guy and downloaded his CD from eMusic yesterday.

11. The Hold Steady : How A Resurrection Really Feels : Then I finally got a chance to play this and of course it was an awesome way to cap off an awesome weekend.

Links:

David Shultz, Wynn Walent, Re-Ree, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, Brian Eno, Blue Oyster Cult, Beatles, Ramones, Faces, Hold Steady

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