A discussion of music emerged from the scrum of the "He Mad" thread. Let's separate it so it doesn't get lost in the Muffy.
I am listening to:
The Rolling Stones live in 1965 — the "Charlie is my Darling" box set comes with two CDs, one the movie soundtrack and one of the group live about the same time. Killer version of "Route 66," same arrangement as the live cut on "December's Children" but a much better recording. You can hear the Brian Jones parts much better throughout.
The Sadies — An old college buddy sent me three relatively recent Sadies discs a while back, including a collaboration with Robyn Hitchcock on a song called "Why Would Anybody Want to Live Here" that got my attention. Hard to pin these guys down as they move easily between styles — semi-surfy, roadhouse r and b, Byrds-y jangle (with and without Hitchcock) and just plain weird.
Mozart string quartets — I was shooting some Yale kids in a string quartet at Music Mountain in Falls Village, Conn. over the summer and marveling at the precision of the players. A string quartet is something to watch as much as hear. Anyway I indulged in a box set, can't tell you the group, and it's good driving music. Problem is the super staccato parts make me want to scratch. Not restful.
Small Faces — Found a Best of at the thrift shop and miracle of miracles, it wasn't heavily scratched and hadn't been used as a coaster. And now I know where Robert Plant got that voice from.
I am listening to:
The Rolling Stones live in 1965 — the "Charlie is my Darling" box set comes with two CDs, one the movie soundtrack and one of the group live about the same time. Killer version of "Route 66," same arrangement as the live cut on "December's Children" but a much better recording. You can hear the Brian Jones parts much better throughout.
The Sadies — An old college buddy sent me three relatively recent Sadies discs a while back, including a collaboration with Robyn Hitchcock on a song called "Why Would Anybody Want to Live Here" that got my attention. Hard to pin these guys down as they move easily between styles — semi-surfy, roadhouse r and b, Byrds-y jangle (with and without Hitchcock) and just plain weird.
Mozart string quartets — I was shooting some Yale kids in a string quartet at Music Mountain in Falls Village, Conn. over the summer and marveling at the precision of the players. A string quartet is something to watch as much as hear. Anyway I indulged in a box set, can't tell you the group, and it's good driving music. Problem is the super staccato parts make me want to scratch. Not restful.
Small Faces — Found a Best of at the thrift shop and miracle of miracles, it wasn't heavily scratched and hadn't been used as a coaster. And now I know where Robert Plant got that voice from.