Before there was punk, there were three black brothers in Detroit making noise in a band called Death.
It’s a tenuous time for white privilege in the United States. Black people in the U.S., quite frankly, busted ass over the course of hundreds of years to go from being literal property to owning property and being able to (kind of?) vote and use the same public and private buildings, services, and- Lord have mercy- water fountains as white people (among a host of other things that will take up roughly 30 posts if not more; don’t get me going on environmental justice and food deserts). In 2014, bleeding heart liberal white people like myself were reminded by the police perpetrated murder of black teenager Michel Brown of just how far we hadn’t and haven’t come. Two years after the murder of Michael Brown, white liberals and many, if not most, people of color and poor people were all delivered another swift kick to the balls when reality star and really shit businessman Donald Trump was elected “democratically” to lead the U.S.
Continue reading “Death Was Here”
I talk about 18/19 year old me a lot because 18/19 year old me was so so adorable and so exciting and also so so stupid in the way late teens/young adults are.
Continue reading “Appreciation: That Real Big Frickin’ Weirdo Mike Patton”
A Sufjan Stevens “Illinois” Appreciation Post
It was 12 years ago this October that I was sitting at a show featuring 2/3 of the comedy group Stella at some upstairs room of a venue in the French Quarter (maybe HoB, maybe Tips; I have lost my memory). Continue reading “Come on Feel The Illinoise”
Step 1: Ask Cool Rock Boomer if they are listening to “metal”. Unbeknownst to you, your lackadaisical Southern accent has made the ‘t’ in “metal” too soft.
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The results surprised me too.
“Song to The Siren” (1970) is one of the ill-fated and seminal songwriter and guitarist Tim Buckley‘s most renowned songs. It has been covered by numerous performers, and while the lyrics remain beautiful and haunting, various performances put their own spin on it.
I’ve listed my favorites in order of preference.
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“True Detective”, Crusty Rock Poet Guys, and Death
I don’t want to insult a dead man’s work.
But I have never cared for Leonard Cohen, strictly the singer and performer (no personal beefs here). Along with Tom Waits and, to a lesser extent, Bob Dylan, I store L.C. in the “Momentous Artists I Just Can’t Get Into (Despite a Solid Try)” Vault.
Continue reading “A Leonard Cohen Song I Don’t Hate”