When Marcia saw Chick Corea and Gonzalo Rubalcaba recently, she said it was a lot of, “Look at how technically brilliant we are!” Compared to when we both saw Rubalcaba with Chucho Valdes, which was a lot of, “Look how much fun we’re having!”
Which pretty much explains in a nutshell why I don’t like Chick Corea. (And you already know how I feel about fusion, so … sorry, RTF.)
I always think of Chet Baker as part of the “live fast, die young” school. When in fact, he lived to almost 60. Somehow, “live fast, die in late middle age” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it.
Things you learn as a music junkie blogger, part infinity: Blues harmonica legend Charlie Musselwhite is white! Too bad there wasn’t a clue, like in his name or something …
After releasing one of my favorite albums of the 90s, Cassandra Wilson promptly got boring. It’s not a good sign when your most interesting song from the last 20 years is a cover of the Monkees.
I don’t think he’s from Santa Cruz, but I’m guessing that maybe there were a few drugs involved here also.
Based on the group name and song titles, I had a feeling that maybe drugs were involved. Then I found out they are from Santa Cruz, and now I’m sure there are drugs involved. (That’s not a dig. I’ve been to Santa Cruz many times, and … whoa.)
As much as I love the Red Hot organization for having their hearts in the right place (all album proceeds going to AIDS research), the truth is that they have produced some very, very bad albums. For their “medium bad” bossa nova album, they wisely decided to release a companion album containing the original (better) versions. It was that album that introduced me to the wild, wacky Caetano Veloso. So, thanks, Red Hot guys!
The Buzzcocks have a song titled “Ever Fallen in Love (With Some You Shouldn’t).” Clearly, they haven’t been around my love life. If so, they would have a song titled “Are Your Ever Going to Stop Falling in Love (With Some You Shouldn’t).”
Though it’s certainly catchier than “George,” if your last name is “Guy” and you choose “Buddy” as your stage name—that’s a sign you’re not trying very hard.
I poked around his bio for something funny to say about Bud Powell, and found that he suffered lifelong mental and physical breakdowns because of a police beating—ultimately dying in his 40s. So, in a very rare case of keeping my mouth shut, I will simply present the amazing music of Bud Powell.
Occasional Thoughts • Best viewed on mobile
The (single)/(gay)/(transracially)/(adoptive)* online parenting community
Building Our White Picket Fence
A music blog written by Rich Brown
An Exploration In Metrical Writing Of Love, Hope & Faith
music junkie heaven
ART HOUSE GALLERY 510-472-3170
the Story within the Story
A Blog about Music and Popular Culture
Max and Megan watch every one of their 250+ DVDs and decide which to keep and which to toss.
Playlist of the Day 