So long, Possum.
So long, Possum.
100 first edition copies of the White Album side A played simultaneously.
You may ask yourself if it gets more psychedelic than this. This answer is no. Nothing in the history of time has been more psychedelic than this.
Working on some era-specific covers for my Miles boots. Now to add dates and locations to each. Sheesh. If they turn out alight, I’ll share em all.
The 1969 quintet (Shorter, Corea, Holland and DeJohnette) was the axis on which Miles career would turn. Sure, the ‘70-‘72 groups were funkier and the gigantic ‘73-‘75 ensembles took abstraction to its limits, but the ‘69 quintet was the first and only to so delicately balance groove and chaos. A new Bootleg Series release captures the band on its July European leg, but this semi-official live album presents two sets from the quintet in late June at the Blue Coronet Club in New York City (entertaining nightclub chatter intact). What’s more, set two features only the second known live recording of the Bitches Brew centerpiece “Miles Runs the Voodoo Down.” Oh my.
If’n you haven’t seen this Pitchfork.tv produced documentary on the Flaming Lips’ Soft Bulletin, you’re really missing out. The band’s evidently putting the finishing touches on its new record, The Terror, as well as a 4-LP re-release of Zaireeka (yes, four LPs to be played simultaneously), so this’ll put you in the mood for the inevitable Flaming Lips media onslaught about to hit.
Another excellent one from doomandgloomfromthetomb:
The Midnight Cafe has posted a recording of that brief moment in 1988 when Neil Young was Bob Dylan’s guitarist. Magical times. This was also the very first show on the so-called Neverending Tour.
“Neil took over the whole show,” said Elliot Roberts, who was listening to Dylan’s postshow apprehension over Young playing the next night when Neil bounded over.
“Great show! See ya tomorrow night, Bob?”
“Yeah, Neil,” said Bob wearily.
Even Dylan can’t say no.
The word “wild” applies to the words “you” and “me”
Haters gonna hate, but I have a soft spot for McCartney’s Ram follow up, lite schmaltz and all. Wild Life, unleashed upon the world 41 years ago this week, introduced the world to Wings and marked the last time Paul would be caught taking things less seriously than he really should be. For better (“Wild Life”, “Some People Never Know”) or worse (“Love Is Strange”, sweet lord…).