Right at the end of this. I always see people with lines from novels or poems or songs or whatever tattoo’d on them, and I think, man, that’s forever, you might only like that passage this year. But this, from Leonard Cohen, I don’t see myself ever falling out of love with it:
I did not know this about Appetite for Destruction. Fucking CDs I tell ya. pic.twitter.com/pZ6Pt8Z9rP — Ben Robertson (@BenRobertson) June 29, 2018
This is kind of the music-only equivalent of Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny, yes? Just got word that I can finally share my rejected theme song from @readyplayerone. They went with Alan Silvestri’s theme, but I still want to thank Steven Spielberg & @WarnerBrosEnt for the wonderful opportunity. pic.twitter.com/aK32ZOUA16 — demi adejuyigbe (@electrolemon) March
For the first time ever, I kept a running tab of the best of every month: for January February March April May June July August September October November December It’s not everything I read/watch/listened to. Just the stuff I dug. And? I had this big idea that I’d peel back through all those, dither and
I know, I know: this ever really HAPPENED? Apparently so. This isn’t some Mandela Effect thing, and we’re nowhere near April. Not sure how I never knew about this, but glad I do know. And, yeah, the song here’s maybe a little guitar-shy, but still, the video’s nothing but fun: I found it in this
Not that industrial rock (if that’s that term) album that turned up a while back, but a different arrangement (not sure about that word either) of a song I really thought I knew. It’s like that slowed-down “Born in the USA”—you hear the song all over again for the first time. Pretty excellent. And? Back
I forget who says it, but a while back someone was talking about how the good singers and musicians and actors, they can always do pitch-perfect impressions of their contemporaries. Maybe comedians too? Bet so. Actors, of course. Anyway, just stumbling upon this, from the year I was born. Merle, man, he so had everybody
Very cool, what Boden’s doing. You know him from the covers of Three Miles Past and Sterling City:
That time when this young unknown artist opened for Rick James. Please look at what he wrote in the “position” section. #HeKnew #tbt pic.twitter.com/vMljMGYLdi — COMMON (@common) September 14, 2017
It’s looking at this old snapshot, and wondering what they were looking at, what they were talking about. How the world must have trembled under their feet with each step they took:
I’ve only ever had two kind of holy grail acts: Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger. But back when they were touring harder, I was . . . well, I didn’t end up in their amphitheaters, anyway. I mean, I didn’t even see Metallica or Motley Crue until the 2000s. So, I Â figured I’d missed out.
oFirst, I audio’d this, which made it sometimes confusing. Being an oral history, which is to say, “block of pertinent quote” led into by attribution, all read here by and in the same voice, I kept having to tap back twenty seconds, to hear again WHO I was listening to. Maybe ten hours in, though,
It’s always driven my crazy, how Guns n’ Roses just apostrophes the truncated ‘d’ of their “and,” but just leaves us all wondering what happened to the ‘a.’ It’s a petty concern, granted, but it seems to me that, if you’re not going to go just with a straight, naked ‘n,’ then you’re kind of compelled
