It was around 1am at the Monkeyhaus. The song, I clearly recall, was the Pretenders' "Precious."
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I can see the scene now, Gary, the mighty Max, the Big Man, all standing around the studio, looking at their feet, afraid to tell Bruce that one of his new songs, the otherwise very charming, “Outlaw Pete,” has a melody very similiar to the one found in KISS’ “I Was Made For Lovin’ You Baby,” their successful quasi-disco single off their otherwise weak 1979 stylistic stumble, Dynasty.
So wait, no one told The Boss that he was channeling KISS? Where are his lawyers? His management? His friends and friggin’ family?
Of course that's not what happened. The real story is Bruce…
The lovely, fashionable, and hell-raising Coral, dressed to kill and with all of today's hottest accessories.
I first heard about it in our forum. Selfdivider alerted us:
There's an article in this month's GQ about record stores. Online, they have a slideshow of photos.
Then I received an e-mail from Jon Lambert, general manager of our favorite record store, the Princeton Record Exchange. Jon was pretty excited:
GQ magazine has listed Princeton Record Exchange as one of their 20 favorite record stores. In fact, we topped the list! (Alright, so the…
After all that, I went with white.
Now I wish I had gotten a different color. Don't get me wrong; I love the white. It's just that I could have gone with red or green or black or yellow.
The Telegraph has a slide show of 21 previously unpublished photographs of the Beatles and Rolling Stones, taken mostly by their US tour manager Bob Bonis.
Photo: Michael Lavorgna
My friend, Michael Lavorgna, was at last week's Monkeyhaus listening party. I hope you'll read his thoughts on the evening. An excerpt:
It's not exactly that these Monkeyhaus events are about friends, music and hifi (which they are). It's more about the actual experience that listening to music on a hifi among friends engenders—an appreciation for what music is and what it does to us. Music is a bottomless well; a watering hole for the soul. And while it can be a wonderfully fulfilling solitary experience, our time at the Monkeyhaus…
Here's an oldie but goodie: a vintage animated Telefunken ad. NOS roolz.
A shame about the period racial stereotyping though.
Hat tip to Cartoon Brew.
This still young love affair with vinyl LPs has worked to introduce me to many musicians I had previously neglected.
Ornette Coleman. I can only shake my head in wonder.
Today is his 79th birthday. Tune in to WKCR as they celebrate with a day full of Coleman's beautiful sounds.
That first morning, I woke and immediately began to worry. How would I know what to wear? What if there were train delays? What if there had been some horrible catastrophe requiring that I stay away from Manhattan?
I was having an anxiety attack. It'll be okay, it'll be okay, it'll be okay. It had been some time since I'd had to talk to myself like this. Finally, I climbed out of bed and walked into the living room where my fears were confirmed. The television was gone for good and in its place stood my new Polycrystal equipment rack—a generous gift from my…
I have a column in today’s Slate, delving more deeply into the Monk at Town Hall concert that I’ve covered in this blog—and the whole concept, and risk, of jazz tributes.