At 200,000 tracks, maybe so—but it only occupies 800GB, so he's using compression. My meager 12,000 track library eats a little over 200GB, using ALC.
Via the OC Register's Tim Magnan. File this under "too much information." Also, keep out of the front rows.
An otherwise quiet afternoon is given an asterisk, a big fat exclamation point, by our sale of EVERY BACK ISSUE AVAILABLE.
Hey, that's cool. Some lucky dude out there is now the proud owner of about 200 back issues of our colorful magazine. To tell you the truth, I didn't think we'd ever sell a set.
I feel like celebrating. Let's go out for dinner tonight.
Whether it does or not, you know you're going to. Eskie lists 60 things worth shortening your life for. I must be boring—only about 10 appealed to me, although I did find #s 38 & 39 intriguing.
Les Edelberg writes: "First, wanted to thank you for the Jacques Brel link yesterday. He's always been one of my favorites and I still listen to my original vinyl copy regularly. I think this clip is even more powerful than the one you posted Monday."
He's not kidding.
Queen Bagheera reigns on my parade.
Hendrix and Huckleberry—heavy party animals!
jazz fusion is a movement in music, that I have to say, often leaves me cold. Yeah, Bitches Brew is great and other masterworks of the genre obviously resonate, but shows like a rare appearance by guitarist David Torn that I caught on Tuesday night at Joe's Pub are less than thrilling.
For those who like me don't know the entire Torn saga, he's a guitarist renowned for his texturalism and his ability with electronics and effects. A former student of Leonard Bernstein, John Abercrombie and Pat Martino, Torn has been laying low since an early Nineties health crisis.
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After a week of rain and bad news, here comes the sun. I woke this morning, singing it.
Little darlin', it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say, "It's all right"
It is all right. Everything's all right. I'm looking forward to removing the plastic covering from the kitchen windows and enjoying the warm air.
Christian recommended a great new band to me: The Besnard Lakes. Listening to them reminds me of Brian Wilson and Pink Floyd and My Morning Jacket. There are shiny falsettos, dream sequences, and reverb-drenched solos. It's music that I want to share with my girlfriend. A Google search then led me to the band's record label, Jagjaguwar. There, I found a happy surprise: entire albums — freely flowing streams of music — not only from The Besnard Lakes, but also from a couple of other interesting bands, Odawas and Alex Delivery.
These bands are so interesting, in fact, that…