Familiarity: A little light shed.

To the readers of this blog who stop by on a regular basis: Thanks. I could surely do this without you, but your presence makes it better, that's for sure.

I figured that I'd say something completely true every once in a while. Here's my first... or 300th depending how long you've been around.

My mother, Carmen, was a prostitute. Don't be sad. It's fine. She slept with many men as would her job have demanded... but, there was one gentleman, probably in the long line of many that she bedded, that would indicate she wasn't a total bottom feeder...

she slept with Robert Zimmerman a.k.a. Bob Dylan. Sure... a tall tale some might say, but rest assured... it is true. It isn't a badge by any means. It's just a nice thing to hear as opposed to hearing that your mom gave headies to truck drivers at Virginian rest stops. I say this because she wasn't just a one time thing. There is history there. Maybe it was just sex... who knows? I'll have to find a genie to wish for one opportunity to ask Dylan himself. That's all for now. Have a nice day and an even better evening.

On the tap, in the can, or from the bottle...

Play this without smiling and I'll have no choice but to deem you an asshole. This is fun!

DrunknPuke

This is pretty.

Violent Femmes.

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Here is another record that is crucial to any collection.

The only thing I think of when I hear this album is my old pal Benny. That guy would wake up at 6:00 AM, blast this record, and eat waffles while riding a skateboard through his house.

He is the exact opposite of another old pal of mine who hit his mother with a hammer. Trust when I say it wasn't just a light tapping.

I can't shut these damn things up! Pants Yell.

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Yes they have a silly name.

Yes they are some of the most gentle boys you've ever heard.
Yes you should buy their new album.

Yes they make delicious lo-fi bedroom pop.

Yes I wrote the word delicious and now I'm going to be sick on my shoes.

I hate the word essential, but...

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Santo and Johnny. Two brothers from Brooklyn. See? It wasn't always such a dancey ass town.

Everybody knows their song "sleepwalk" and I doubt that there's a person in existence who doesn't feel that song is perfect.

You should have this in your collection because there will always be a moment that you'll need it.

*This isn't the cover, but would you look at those two...

Video of the right now!

Nina Simone

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I leaned about Nina Simone when I was pretty young. I was working in a video store that only carried foreign films and I spent most of my days watching and recommending movies to people who almost exclusively wore little round glasses and thin, little pinky rings.

My boss at the time, a little Spanish old man that looked like the old version of

was friends with a guy that could be described closest by showing you a picture of

They were lovers. They were longtime companions. Although they tried to pretend that they just gave off a "European, hip intellectual" vibe, they instead came off as two old gay dudes that looked silly trying to conceal who they were. They were nice guys to work for.

Anyway, the Race Bannon looking one kept trying to "culture" me with music from his personal collection. Contently listening to punk rock was keeping me pretty occupied, but I figured I'd humor the guy and check it out.

Wow!

To make a long story short... I was fired a few days later after the Dos Equis guy did something stupid and I let him know I disagreed in such a way that it became the exact opposite of any possible outcome his heart desired. I pretty much left town after that. I ended up keeping this album.

Please enjoy the fabulous Nina Simone with

"I put a spell on you: The concert recordings."

PS. She hated rap music.

Mississippi John Hurt

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Everybody has their favorite blues guy. Some folks like a mean and gruff sounding screamer while others enjoy those honey sweet voices that seem to replicate morning sunbeams shining through the dirty glass windows of a mountain cabin. I am both types of people when it comes to the blues.

Mississippi John Hurt is the complete opposite of let's say... Son House. To quote a comment I read on somebody's Youtube page "His voice is so clean and clear that you could drink it."

Honestly, I couldn't agree more if there were two guys in my house pointing guns in my face, holding my family captive, and running my hot water until it ran cold.

Please enjoy Avalon Blues: The complete* 1928 Okeh recordings.


* For some reason, the 13th track "Spike Driver Blues" wouldn't transfer after multiple tries. Happy hunting elsewhere if you want it. Sorry.

Stay Down!!!!