No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn
Welp, I put up this blog and now I don't have time to post to it. Where's this purported Lisa-energy going? Baking, wrapping, shipping, holiday hoo-hahs. I thought getting shopping done by T'Giving would help matters, but it just prolonged the season-of-sweating-it-out somehow.
The good news is, during all this flitting about, I've had time to listen to a lot of wonderful and horrible, and wonderfully horrible, music. This is going to offend some of my tender-eared music-nerd friends. So hang on to your OK Computers.
Sometimes, after a day such as this, I turn the radio on. I don't listen to a CD that I know what to expect from: I leave it up to my 93.7, my 92.5, my 101.7 to spin me a little somethin-somethin. Today's mix was a good one: First Matisyahu on 'FNX, which was a surprise, since Matisyahu was one of those things only us chickens know about, or so I thought. (I guess I need to revise my expectations of a major market's interest in a Hasidic Jew singing uplifting songs about his faith in a reggae tempo. Good, I am glad to do that.) Then, Whitesnake. Now, stay with me on this, math-rockers. Sometimes, just sometimes, Christmas means a little bit more. Sometimes it's good to hear a GFCD chord progression and completely predictable rhyme-scheme. Occasionally, on your way to the supermarket, your neurons might start firing to a 4/4 beat, or maybe cut-time, instead of the 6/8 or, God forbid, 11/8 and the like.
I'm not saying I don't appreciate the things you have to work for a little bit: I've spent many a fine evening discussing and absorbing your 'trane, your Bitch's Brew, even your Anthony Braxton. But I've got room in my life, it turns out, for both Glenn Branca AND David Coverdale.
The good news is, during all this flitting about, I've had time to listen to a lot of wonderful and horrible, and wonderfully horrible, music. This is going to offend some of my tender-eared music-nerd friends. So hang on to your OK Computers.
Sometimes, after a day such as this, I turn the radio on. I don't listen to a CD that I know what to expect from: I leave it up to my 93.7, my 92.5, my 101.7 to spin me a little somethin-somethin. Today's mix was a good one: First Matisyahu on 'FNX, which was a surprise, since Matisyahu was one of those things only us chickens know about, or so I thought. (I guess I need to revise my expectations of a major market's interest in a Hasidic Jew singing uplifting songs about his faith in a reggae tempo. Good, I am glad to do that.) Then, Whitesnake. Now, stay with me on this, math-rockers. Sometimes, just sometimes, Christmas means a little bit more. Sometimes it's good to hear a GFCD chord progression and completely predictable rhyme-scheme. Occasionally, on your way to the supermarket, your neurons might start firing to a 4/4 beat, or maybe cut-time, instead of the 6/8 or, God forbid, 11/8 and the like.
I'm not saying I don't appreciate the things you have to work for a little bit: I've spent many a fine evening discussing and absorbing your 'trane, your Bitch's Brew, even your Anthony Braxton. But I've got room in my life, it turns out, for both Glenn Branca AND David Coverdale.
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