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Music For Pleasure Time

I just got off the phone with Nathaniel Friedman, a writer working on a "vinyl revival" piece scheduled to appear in an upcoming issue of Penthouse, that finest of fine men's periodicals. I think it went fairly well. If nothing else, it gives me an excuse to buy the magazine.

"I'm mentioned in an article in here. No, dude, really…"

We explored the possibilities surrounding this so-called "vinyl revival," discussed vinyl's ineffable soul, pondered its influence on the music industry, on hi-fi, and on the world, in general. I talked about vinyl's ability to communicate…

Daft Punks

Digital sales rep, Jon Banner, just shared with me this bit of beautiful brilliance.

Ah, physical poetry. Ah, sweet ironic movement.

Oh, Golden Boots

I would give just about anything to be Andy Macleod for even a single day. (Lord, hear my prayer.)

I mean, the dude is an excellent bass player. (Legs, legs, legs.) And notice that unique brand of self-assuredness in his eyes. (Oh, golden boots.) The man has got it together. (Such savage locks of wild hair falling free, falling free, never anywhere for you to land.) If nothing else, I'd like to just reach out and give that man five, you know, press the flesh. (Flesh! If I die tonight, so what, there's nothing left to build.)

The new album from Lights, the world's…

Wicked Game

The sound of women singing. I love them all, always have:

Leah Carey
Busy Gangnes
Elizabeth Harper
Jane Herships
Sophia Knapp
Jessica Lauretti
Caroline Polachek
Molly Shea
Linnea Vedder

<i>Spiritual Unity</i>

At around 1pm on July 10, 1964&#151almost exactly 45 years ago&#151percussionist Sunny Murray, bassist Gary Peacock, and saxophonist Albert Ayler met at the Variety Arts Recording Studio just off of Times Square to record what would become the first jazz release for Benard Stollman's ESP-Disk. The studio was tiny and cramped and its walls were covered with Latin album covers and its doors were open so that the musicians could breathe. Can you imagine how hot it must have been?

The label began as Esperanto Disk; it was Bernard Stollman's vision to create a label devoted to…

Afterwards

Afterwards, we spent the most delicious morning together, just holding one another. Everything felt so thick and hot and gorged. We couldn't help but move slowly. Time felt eternal.

A Bit Too Heated

I know, I know. Things were going pretty fast, but it all felt so natural and neither one of us wanted it to stop. When it all got a bit too heated, we slowly moved on to the couch.

Afterwards...

Making Moves

And then I just sort of couldn't help myself. I mean, maybe you've been in a situation like this, too. I don't know. It was kind of just hanging there, waiting to happen. I know we had only just met&#151I hope you don't think less of me because of this&#151but I really think the time was right.

So I made my move. I know, I know...

Stimulating Conversation

My copy of Sonic Youth's new album, The Eternal, arrived earlier this week. It's hard to imagine a more embraceable package of vinyl. We hit it off immediately. I mean, we really just sort of clicked. It was all very natural, very comfortable. It was, you know, easy.

First we enjoyed some stimulating conversation. And then...

In All Her Gold-Gloved Go-Go Glory

Earlier this week, when I deemed Lights "the world's sexiest band," I had kinda sorta forgotten about Sonic Youth for a second. Sorry about that. I was momentarily blinded by the light.

Sonic Youth made an appearance at David Letterman's place a couple nights ago. I love seeing Kim Gordon, free from the bass, rocking the mic in all her gold-gloved go-go glory.

I want you to levitate me
Don't you love me yet?
Press up against the amp
Turn up the treble, don't forget

Uh-huh, uh-huh.