You know the whole John Hiatt/John Prine thing? 90s version: Ben Folds and Ben Harper.
Month: October 2015
On the other hand, with titles like “Sex in a Pan,” “The Sinister Minister,” and “Flight of the Cosmic Hippo,” I bet Bela Fleck really is fun on a date. (P.S.: That line makes a lot more sense if you read yesterday’s post.)
“Loser.” “Asshole.” “Nausea.” I bet Beck must be really fun on a date.
I know what you’re all thinking: “Gee, it’s been a while since Joe added to his ‘musician who was quite the looker in his younger days’ list.” The wait is over. Bebo Valdes.
When I first came up with this blog, Richard said, “Of course you’re going to give Barbra a list.” Well, no. She’s one of the “legends” that I just don’t “get.” But since Sinatra’s the other one, and I finally gave him a list, leaving Streisand out didn’t seem fair. And besides, she’s had a #1 album pretty much every decade since Lincoln was president, so that must count for something. Richard, this one’s for you.
See Django Reinhardt (or, for that matter, Stephane Grappelli). Insert “Astor Piazzolla.”
Asleep at the Wheel
There’s a joke to be made about how I was “asleep at the wheel” in remembering to include these cult favorites in round 1. But it is lame, so I won’t do it.
He still gives me a headache, but I think I’ve given everyone else I saw at Brown a list (not to mention one I missed), so fair is fair.
If you are, as I was until recently, unfamiliar with Angelique Kidjo’s music, you’re in for a treat. I Kidjo not. (And as penance for that attempt at humor, I will now listen to a full day of Celine Dion.)
A few years ago, I ran into a guy who looked kind of familiar from college. It turns out we were in the same program, graduated the same year—and had never actually met. I was also at the same school at the same time as Mary Chapin Carpenter, and I never met her, either. In other words: Clearly I wasn’t paying a lot of attention when I was at school.