Visited my local shop for the first time since March. It was a rushed visit with my son in tow, but it felt good to be back! (Still zero chance I’ll be there for RSD.)
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The most important thing I learned tonight is that Maya Rudolph is Minnie Riperton’s daughter.
Wow, I didn’t realize how much I missed NBA Twitter.
My Fiona Apple record (plain black copy ordered from Sony) made it all the way to Detroit but then has been held up there without any updates since the 22nd. At what point do I try to cancel it and order it from Amazon for $10 less?
Relevant to my interests: Chris Frantz of Talking Heads and Tom Tom Club Shares Tales From His (Mostly) Upbeat Memoir
My son heard the Smiths for the first time during dinner. Three minutes into the first song and out of the blue he declared “I really love this guitar.” He turns 4 this weekend!
Watched Hamilton for the first time yesterday. Went in blind (I had never heard any of the songs; my wife didn’t even know it was about Alexander Hamilton). Mind properly blown.
IPA buzz just kicked in, and now I’m convinced that Pablo Honey is a top 5 Radiohead album.
I’m drunk enough to be Googling, “Why is PJ Harvey so good?”
I see that a lot of statues are being taken down, so I humbly suggest replacing at least one of them with a statue to PJ Harvey's song "The Garden."
My local record store reopens today but my wife decided it’s an unnecessary risk (she’s right). Aaaaaaargh well.
It doesn't get better than when a relative dumps over one hundred 7-inches on you and it's time to delve deep into some old stuff. I like reissues and all, but dusty old vinyl is really my jam.
Been enjoying playing the classics for my 3-year-old son. Just today he got his first dose of Dark Side of the Moon, Village Green Preservation Society, and Ziggy Stardust.
Oh, VMP has the new Fiona on colored vinyl? Sorry, still not getting my business. #whenthepawnorbust
Office phone has been dead so I can finally catch up on new music. Today's rapid-fire reviews go something like this: Nina Simone reissue = mostly good. Yves Tumor = sounds like TVOTR but one song near the middle was so irritating I had to turn it off, forever. New Strokes = first song was alright but why would I listen to that when their first two albums exist? New Laura Marling = hell yes this is great.
“We are not going to any [public] places for a while, so now I can sing ‘Highway to Hell’ all the time!” — My 3-year-old, finding a silver lining to the ongoing global pandemic.
(I previously told him not to sing that song for fear it would offend his Christian daycare provider.)
The biggest thing that’s changed in my life is that before the pandemic I used to collect records but now all I buy are collectible train figurines for my 3yo.
The Cure - Bloodflowers
Type O Negative: Bloody Kisses
Each Sunday, Pitchfork takes an in-depth look at a significant album from the past, and any record not in our archives is eligible. Today, we revisit Type O Negative’s third album, a brooding and influential reinvention of goth metal from 1993.pitchfork.com
Weird, this album came up in conversation just yesterday...
Spinning the new Grimes for the first time. LOVING IT! -
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