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Cassette | Mixed Genre
The Bumhood of Hobodom
Cassette | Blues
Fantasy Baseball Soundtrack
CD | Theme
Krautrock und ihre Kinder (vol.2)
Cassette | Pop
Submit Date: 12/21/2011
Theme - Narrative
Jim James & Calexico
Goin' to Acapulco
Dec.1 - Best bud Feebles becomes a father of a girl to be named later. Rose-Marie gets a shout-out in the first line, of the first song, of her first soundtrack.
Meeting up at my place for a few pre-pub microbrew tastings inevitably led to a round robin alternating DJ relay marathon around the genres of the world; meeting a comet named Karen Dalton inevitably kept us listening all night at home.
Talking at the Same Time
Finally forced into using facebook for chili-related reasons this Fall was one of the most fortuitous twists of fate for this former Luddite. Now following first-hand encounters via the simultaneity, plurality, and frequency of voices in the 99% of Occupiers, as the sounds and fury of this hellish Earth rush all over our faces.
Hearing this vinyl record all year, which sister Kiley sponsored me with during her stay in CPH, has kept the cluster headaches at bay. So far. So Good. But if those brain pains strike again, we're gonna have to make ourselves a movie about it.
Tightly tied together, hair pulled back, long sexy legs, her lingustic weaving gives slightly so a narrative can come thru. Wintry warm-fuzzies work their way over. There is a Spring not far from here / ... Well, come undone / and I could use someone like you around.
Paranoid or not, we who know the Earth will not abide our spread and growth will soon lead a magic bus even Further than where no one has gone before, onto another planet of Ideas and Actions. Some sing its name even now - Anarchia.
House of Cards
Message to the 1%: Forget about your house of cards, and I'll deal mine.
That's the Way the Whole Thing Ends
You say you wanna see my garden?
Without love, life is gone. Without life, love goes on.
My Rifle, Pony, and Me
Young Irish traveller lad caught for two minutes on tape before the sun sank in the West.
Goodbye Pork Pie Hat
Sho' is somethin' to have the blues blow your top off into the windy wintry night. Somewhere the sound of children playing, somewhere someone shouts. But no joy for this stick-in-the-mud, for mighty Kirk has struck out.
Face to the Highway
Grandpa decides not to have surgery just yet, turning his back on that path, leaving two strokes in his wake. He turns his face to the highway...
Upon my chamber door, in my hometown of Lakewood, sits a raven. He threatens: never more. But the raven is always at a battleground, and Mad Man Mulligan just trudged on. I must now imagine the battle from afar, from my own den, and release the wolf within.
Give Up the Ghost
Early morning birds chirp and squawk about flying home to the nest. But I gave up the ghost of an idea to a parallel universe. I choose to stay here for him there.
Dear Grandma and Grandpa
Our short and sweet wish list transmitted transIntuitively to the glorious, glorious G & G...
I looked in the dirt / and found wisdom is learnt / through a costly process / of success and failure.
Narrative soundtrack for this emotionally rocky month of December. Completed during the shortest day of the year, in the darkness of Copenhagen. Winter Solstice, 2011
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