Pocahaunted makes it all ways. Make It Real is my new favorite Pocahaunted release, surpassing the last one by simply being the latest but also by being the freshest. Make It Real has cowbell and organ; has disco boots; is hazy, hot, and humid; is funkier and fresher than anything Pocahaunted has ever released. If you recognize that dubbed-out, laidback sway, it’s because you know Sun Araw’s Cameron Stallone, lucky bastard, on guitar and…
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But “She Gone” is what did it for me. “She Gone” sounds like the Beatles on crack rock, led…
Mmm...It's breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and beer all at the same time. Smart.
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Happy Monday.
This magical little film was written and directed by Angela Kohler and Ithyle Griffiths and stars Alison Sudol of A Fine Frenzy.
A few weeks ago, I groused in this space about the tendency of audiophile LP companies to reissue the same jazz titles over and over. Yes, the pressings are nice and thick, the sound generally excellent, but I called on their proprietors to stretch a bit. I mentioned some untapped labels, some (I hope) intriguing direct-to-disc possibilities, and other random oversights.
I also noted that if the ’philes were determined to perpetuate the Blue Note mystique (for understandable reasons, both commercial and artistic), the label did produce…
Don’t worry: The LPs only stayed like this for the amount of time it took me to move the LP shelves one and three-quarter inches to the left. It had to be done. No records were harmed.
The room is coming along, slowly. And, with the help of friends, I’ve come to think of the reorganization as a process that should be enjoyed, rather than some horrible exercise in frustration.
After reading Fahey’s book, How Bluegrass Music Destroyed My Life, I knew I had to have the record. I searched eBay for "Blue Yodel #7," and there it was! I bought it! A sweet Bluebird 78rpm disc (Bluebird B-8861, released in 1941, b/w "In The Pines") from the RCA Manufacturing Co., in Camden, NJ!
I kept it in my office, on top of my filing cabinet, neglecting to bring it home. Minutes ago, our publisher, Keith Pray, came…