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Cynthia wrote: "Clark, don't know if you watch "Glee" but Artie the wheelchair kid did an excellent cover of "Dancing With Myself" last season. It was a tearjerker."
My kids have the soundtrack. I seem to remember hearing that version in the van one day and cringing. I guess you'd need the visuals to get the full effect, huh?
My kids have the soundtrack. I seem to remember hearing that version in the van one day and cringing. I guess you'd need the visuals to get the full effect, huh?

*Rihanna-Rude Boy{this song makes me bounce like that adhd kid in my english class & unleashes the inner ho in me}
*Styx-Renegade{The jig is up,the news is out,they finally found meeeeee!}
*Blue Foundation-Eyes on Fire{This was so on Lorena Bobbit's ipod when she was turning her hubby into frankenpenis}
*Smashing Pumpkins-Stand Inside Your Love{Oh this song makes me cry like the whinny little bitch i am}
*Weezer-Say It Aint So{Oh River,you are so sexy with your geeky emo self}



disney - a-e-i-o-u (from the alice in wonderland soundtrack)
wolf parade - call it a ritual
giant sand - muck machine
foreign born - we had pleasure
the flaming lips - unreleased okie track (from the okie noodling soundtrack)
the unicorns - gut stains
the flaming lips - hells angels cracker factory
mando diao - blue lining white trenchcoat
roxy music - streetlife
gil scott-heron - the bottle
dan auerbach - my last mistake
michael jackson - human nature

adam green - computer show
dan auerbach - when i left the room
belle & sebastian - dress up in you
spinvis - bagagedrager
stardeath and white dwarfs - time/breathe
antsy pants - vampire
palace - no gold digger

Oh that one is so sad. Every time I moved into a new apartment, I used to set up my turntable and speakers first, then blast "Born To Run" to bless my new space.

Oh that one is so sad. Every time I moved into a new apartment, I used to set up my turntable and speakers first,then blast "Born To Run" to bless my new space. "
Heh. I do the same thing with a new car :)
You set up a turntable and speakers in a car?

Oh that one is so sad. Every time I moved into a new apartment, I used to set up my turntable and..."
Really? It's "Born to Run" ? Do you have a convertible? Because I want to go for a ride with you! We can sing along to "Jungleland" at the top of our lungs!

No convertible. Decidedly unsexy cars. But it is definitely Born to Run.

No convertible. Decide..."
I don't care. We can pimp your ride before we go--if I'm invited.

I don't care. We can pimp your ride before we go--if I'm invited. "
No c..."
You're invited! Why not?

antsy pants - tree hugger
the flaming lips - superhumans
hudson mohawke - velvet peel
david bowie - john, i'm only dancing
gil scott-heron - back home
crass - general bacardi

disney - a-e-i-o-u (from the alice in wonderland soundtrack)
wolf parade - call it a ritual
giant sand - muck machine
foreign born - we had pleasu..."
OMG!! Okie Noodling! Because of that show, I went to the World Noodling Championship (or whatever) last year in Paul's Valley!!

Tori Amos - Girl
Leonard Cohen - So long Marianne
Fiona Apple - Get gone
David Bowie - Starman"
Good lord. Barb, that's an AWESOME run of songs.
"Been on the Job Too Long" - Greg Kihn.
80's MTV huckster Kihn recreates himself as a folk singer/songwriter - at least for one song - complete with wheezy Bob Dylan harmonica, riffing an op/ed commentary whose lyrics HAD to have been written for me:
"Me and my sweet baby
We don't see eye to eye
She likes Michael Jackson
And I like Patsy Cline
Me and my sweet baby
We got friction in our home
She still likes Madonna
And I still like the Stones"
Genius, right?
80's MTV huckster Kihn recreates himself as a folk singer/songwriter - at least for one song - complete with wheezy Bob Dylan harmonica, riffing an op/ed commentary whose lyrics HAD to have been written for me:
"Me and my sweet baby
We don't see eye to eye
She likes Michael Jackson
And I like Patsy Cline
Me and my sweet baby
We got friction in our home
She still likes Madonna
And I still like the Stones"
Genius, right?

80's MTV huckster Kihn recreates himself as a folk singer/songwriter - at least for one song - complete with wheezy Bob Dylan harmonica, riffing an op/ed ..."
Clark, you are the best.

"In a Big Country" - Big Country
"Something So Strong" - Crowded House
"Cowgirl in the Sand" - Neil Young
"Black Friday" - Steely Dan


In my car, tomorrow, during my 1 hour commute. And I am not ashamed, though my husband thinks I should be.

múm - kay-ray-kú-kú-kó-kex
múm - if i were a fish
hjaltalín - debussy
sigur rós - saeglopur
sigur rós - við spilum endalaust
sin fang bous - sinker ship
seabear - i sing i swim
múm - illuminated
sin fang bous - poi rot
feeling icelandic today.
Mary wrote: "
In my car, tomorrow, during my 1 hour commute. And I am not ashamed, though my husband thinks I should be."
"You Make My Dreams Come True" - Wish I'd written that song.
And their "War Babies" album. Your life is incomplete without it.
In my car, tomorrow, during my 1 hour commute. And I am not ashamed, though my husband thinks I should be."
"You Make My Dreams Come True" - Wish I'd written that song.
And their "War Babies" album. Your life is incomplete without it.

creepy? i never associated that word with múm.
now playing: múm - the smell of today is sweet like breastmilk in the wind

There are minions out there who maintain “London Calling” served as a launch pad for The Clash to move onward and upward to bigger, better, and more important things, their reverence for a grittier, more powerful and true rock-and-roll past subsequently abandoned in favor of a cross-pollination of hip hop, dub, gospel, funk, lowest-common-denominator frat rock, and crypto-intellectual poetry that you couldn’t dance to, keep a beat to, and which didn’t even make good background music for washing the dishes. Aside from a few songs sparsely sprinkled within their last three albums, including the much-maligned and monumentally-underappreciated “Cut the Crap,” this is their last great moment, the band caught in the quandary of a meaningful encore and dialing up mostly all zeroes.
“Train in Vain,” a jangling classic built out of old Buddy Holly scraps, finds them taking bits of R&B standards and pummeling them into punk – no, new wave – format, Mick Jones’ blown-apart-and-not-hiding-it delivery and insistent, well-oiled attempt at a choppy, funk riff possessed of a power and beauty that cannot be had by coffee-drinking men tampering with decibels in the studio. Unless their name is Guy Stevens, in which case they’d have switched from java to grain alcohol.
That rarest of Clash creations - a love song - “Train in Vain” isn’t so much concerned with finding unexpected truths within the three-chord crunch as facing down grey matter going up in flame with the half-hearted but defiant assurance that in the end, things will turn out alright, something that doesn’t make much sense except in the heart.
Blessed are we.

And, yes, "Train in Vain" is one of the greatest songs ever.
I hear you. I actually prefer "Cut the Crap" (especially "We Are The Clash") to "Combat Rock," but I also like root canal and hemorrhoids.

Cynthia wrote: "Clark, have you ever written music/concert reviews? You are great. I did them for four years in college for the student newspaper. Too much fun, getting reimbursed for your concert ticket and paid ..."
Thanks Cynthia. I did some reviewing during college - and then more recently here: http://www.i94bar.com/ - but never for pay. I'm going to try to pick it up again for i94bar.com again after this class I'm taking ends next month.
Thanks Cynthia. I did some reviewing during college - and then more recently here: http://www.i94bar.com/ - but never for pay. I'm going to try to pick it up again for i94bar.com again after this class I'm taking ends next month.

Nice!


That's an awesome song. It's bouncing around my head right now.

Anyone with the huge, swinging brass balls to name themselves after a choking industrial wasteland known to eat opening acts for an appetizer and where nothin’ to do ain’t an attitude but a fact, let alone forsake the sweaty, huffing-and-puffing, white-boy R&B brand of the Detroit Wheels for beer-blues-and-union-dues rock is either a glutton for punishment, glugged up on moonshine cocktails, or defiantly crazy and loving every minute of it.
But after years in the wilderness, tough old buzzards Mitch Ryder and Johnny “Bee” Badanjek, with the amp-eating guitar duo of Steve Hunter and Brett Tuggle, bassist Ron Cooke, and organist Harry Phillips riding shotgun, emerge from the ether, roll up their sleeves, knuckle down, and recreate themselves as masters of post-’67-riot, gutbucket-feedback, squawk-box magic and protectors of rock and roll’s natural resources, hoping for one last sip at the fountain of youth.
“Detroit” is the sound of a rough-and-tumble street band of mutant hoodlums whose looks were every bit as sullen and dangerous as their playing, swacked silly on wine, reds, leather, denim, and motorcycles, delivering a nearly-lethal bromide of Murder City boogie and twenty-mule-team guitar kick to a testosterone-plagued hometown audience who weren’t particularly impressed, despite frying the resistors off local FM stations used to programming Bob Dylan and Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
Ryder’s pipes resonate like an emphysema victim vomiting inside the Goodyear blimp, growling and gargling as if he’s swallowed a loofa mitt and is enjoying the sensation or relieving its itch, his tubercular rasp powering lead and only-single “Long Neck Goose” and a greasy cover of Chuck Berry’s “Let It Rock” that only a robot would have trouble dancing to.
But the entire album might have been over and done with and back in the rack again as if it never happened if not for the MONSTER blood-sweat-and-arrogance re-tooling of the Velvet Underground’s “Rock ‘n’ Roll” as a plutonium-strength behemoth with a lurching, monolithic riff that’s as relentless as a pounding hangover and more than deserving of being mentioned in the same breath as anything ever dreamed up by an Englishman with 50,000 watts, a chartered jet, a little cocaine and some groupies.
THE great lost page out of the Motor City catalog that, in a world where everything from the remastered back catalogs of Genesis and Meat Loaf to Dylan's bottom-of-the-barrel bootleg scrapings are available, surely deserves to be back in print on CD. Doesn’t it?

At the same time?:)
Sorry things suck, sir.

Itunes is a fabulous DJ tonight so I thought I'd share -
Stagger Lee - Taj Mahal
Biko - Peter Gabriel
Rock & Roll Suicide - David Bowie
Henry Lee- NIck Cave & PJ Harvey
Smile - Lily Allen
Red Dirt Girl - Emmylou Harris
Thought I Knew You - Matthew Sweet

the flaming lips - the golden age
gil scott heron - 95 south (all of the places we've been)
foreign born - we had pleasure
flight of the conchords - carol brown
palace - arise, therefore
micah p. hison - the cranes
amadou & mariam - welcome to mali
lpg - think it over
the shins - pink bullets
palace - a group of women
Lori wrote, The battle of the huge egos, Joni dishes Bob: http://jezebel.com/5523712/joni-mitchell...
I don't think Joni's saying anything that hasn't already been said. Dylan has constantly reinvented himself and his music, so for Dylan to be "fake" is actually the truth.
The media's going to make a mild stink over this, but Joni's being honest (as she always tends to be) regarding this.
I don't think Joni's saying anything that hasn't already been said. Dylan has constantly reinvented himself and his music, so for Dylan to be "fake" is actually the truth.
The media's going to make a mild stink over this, but Joni's being honest (as she always tends to be) regarding this.

And I agree. He has manufactured his own image and persona. He gets a pass though, since he has written such amazing songs.
She gets a similar pass.
The interviewer does not get a pass for asking a dumb question to begin with. It was something like "You changed your name. Does that mean Joni Mitchell is a persona too?"
Gus wrote: "Lori wrote, The battle of the huge egos, Joni dishes Bob: http://jezebel.com/5523712/joni-mitchell...
I don't think Joni's saying anything that hasn't already been said. Dylan has constantly rei..."
Zimmy may have reinvented himself several times over the years, but he's always sounded like an asthmatic donkey regurgitating Fran Drescher.
I don't think Joni's saying anything that hasn't already been said. Dylan has constantly rei..."
Zimmy may have reinvented himself several times over the years, but he's always sounded like an asthmatic donkey regurgitating Fran Drescher.
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Sarah, I thought the same thing as well: Joni Mitchell isn't her real name, so it's immediately inherent that she too is living out a different persona. I hate to throw out the "hypocrite" accusation at Joni, because she's been pretty blunt about herself throughout the years, but Joni's also re-invented herself from time to time. So by her definition, she too must be fake.
But she gets a pass. She's Joni Mitchell, after all.
Sarah, I thought the same thing as well: Joni Mitchell isn't her real name, so it's immediately inherent that she too is living out a different persona. I hate to throw out the "hypocrite" accusation at Joni, because she's been pretty blunt about herself throughout the years, but Joni's also re-invented herself from time to time. So by her definition, she too must be fake.
But she gets a pass. She's Joni Mitchell, after all.
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