While I already knew what day I wanted to go to the Pitchfork Music Festival this summer, I had yet to actually buy my ticket.
Why the “1” appended to the title of this post? Because I’m hopeful this is going to be the first in a series of posts detailing additions to my cassette collection.
Many would argue that the best use of soundtrack music comes from the films of Quentin Tarantino.
Last Thursday, May 3, marked the 30th anniversary of one of my all-time favorite albums ever made… Living Colour’s debut Vivid.
Guess what’s happening on Saturday, April 21 that has me completely stoked?
When I first started high school, I started taking guitar lessons. I was never very good at it, but I enjoyed it overall. I continued for just about a decade until grad school and then sold off all my gear. I just wasn't playing regularly, if at all, and my stuff was collecting dust.
As I recall, last year, I received an email of listening stats from both Spotify and Last.fm. As neither have arrived yet and we’re almost done with January, I sought out my own stats via the Last.fm website.
30 years ago today.
Damn, I’m old.
I love doing my Kevin’s 7 lists.
I hate doing my Kevin’s 7 lists.
I love... I hate...
When Warrant, the Hollywood glam metal band came crashing on the scene in 1989 with their debut album Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinkin’ Rich, I was immediately hooked. The red hot guitars of Erik Turner and Joey Allen were complemented nicely in the backend by bassist Jerry Dixon and drummer Steven Sweet.
During my sophomore year of high school in 1990-91, I was very impressionable with regard to music. I had my favorites, don’t get me wrong, but it was a time of great discovery for me. Everywhere I looked, there was rock, metal, grunge, alternative, electronic, funk, synth-pop, rap, blues, Motown... I listened to it all.
I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder, all the times I could reminisce. But then my next-door neighbor with a daughter had a favor, so I gave her just a little kiss a-like this.”
— Aerosmith, “Walk this Way”
You’ve all heard the phrase “jump the shark,” right? If not, it’s a reference to an episode of Happy Days, later in its run, when the Fonz (Henry Winkler) jumped over a shark on water skis.
Sadly, in this day and age of digital and streaming media, the days of physical media seem numbered. And, yet, I find myself craving physical more and more often.
For this edition of Tu(n)esday/My Favorite Song, I would like to talk about one of my all-time favorite bands. A band that I have known longer than any band and been a fan of longer than just about any other. That band? KISS.
At my two previous jobs, because I had my own office, I could listen to any music I wanted either at low volume through speakers or via headphones.
Thanks to modern kids movie soundtracks and their willingness to not always rely on kiddiefied music, Nathan has developed a pretty solid playlist of popular music on Spotify.
I'm sorry. I really wish I had a little more time to hash out all my feelings about the suicide of Linkin Park frontman Chester Bennington in more detail than the bullet I wrote up on Friday, but I cannot.
In grad school, I took a music video appreciation class. In it, I was introduced to the electronic/synthesizer stylings of Richard D. James, AKA Aphex Twin.
While I love music, I'm not one to go to too many concerts. Generally, I just go to my one-day stint at the Pitchfork Music Festival. I think I've only deviated from this once or twice since 2009.
I have been listening to Beck longer than I realized. The same probably goes for you, too. Seriously, give it a moment while you think about the first time you ever heard a Beck song. Probably been 20-odd years, hasn't it? Yikes.
A week ago, my BlogBrother Marty Mankins of Banal Leakage started a new feature called "My Favorite Song" in which he highlights his favorite song from a musician or band. I liked the idea a lot, so I asked him if I could steal it and he said yes. At least I think he did. Let me check...
In a nearby town is a little annual festival known as Ribfest. I used to go to this festival when I lived in this town. Years ago. Back when it really was little.
Okay, this isn't really a post about music so much as the equipment you may or may not use to listen to it. Bear with me. If you're not still interested by about paragraph four, I will forgive you for cutting ship and jumping.
When I originally started Tu(n)esday posts five-odd years ago, I did so because Tuesday was the new music release day in the U.S. That changed a year or so ago to Friday to keep it more in line with much of the rest of the music-loving world.
Yes, the Pitchfork Music Festival 2017 roster has been announced and, to me anyway, it seems a bit underwhelming.
One of my all-time favorite movies is the 1985 nerds-with-lasers classic Real Genius starring a then-unknown Val Kilmer in only his second acting gig after 1984's Top Secret and just prior to his breakout role as Tom "Iceman" Kazansky in Top Gun.
Can I just say how much I love Spotify. Check out what they emailed me:
I need your help real quick!
I have a contentious fandom of Metallica. In the late 80s to the turn of the sunsequent decade, I loved them. ...And Justice For All, Kill 'Em All, Ride the Lightning, etc. You name it, I loved it.
Marty gave me some of the best music news I've heard in several years yesterday.
I'm about to admit something very unpopular in rock music circles... I prefer Van Halen with Sammy Hagar as frontman instead of with David Lee Roth.
This past Sunday was the day Eric and I attended the Pitchfork Music Festival. It had its ups and downs this year. Con permiso...
In this day and age when streaming music is becoming the de facto way to listen to music, I'm curious... how do you listen?