Hand in Hand in the Electronic Renaissance

How does something so layered and complex sound so simple?

There was a time when it seemed that all that anyone could talk about were these kids from Scotland. Soft, sensible songs that are not so gooey that you feel weird about them. More so, evoking an immediate intrigue that makes you wish you knew them all personally. These songs almost make you feel like you do.

The Charlie Browniest

Nothing says it's Christmas time more than the light tickle of the keys of Vince Guaraldi. No matter how may time I hear Wings this season, I will never tire of the cuts on this holiday gem.

Cheers!

The Mystery of Sweet, Sweet Sundays

Sometimes you want your Sunday morning to feel like a documentary of the High Renaissance in Northern Italy. Just saying...

My Life in the Bush of Ghosts

Just working out the deamons...

Total Bugs Bunny on Wild Bass

Feels like a perfect mix of the music from the last boss on the last level of every video game between 1987 and 1993. Thick and slow, a little spooky, and unpredictable. Glad that I broke this one out this morning. I nearly forgot about this record. Not now dog, this one will stay in the rotation for a couple of weeks for sure.

Me & You, Remembering

remember? me, at first—couldn't remember. me and you talking, remember? 'bout dick hell, remember? remember me and you talking 'bout the time I couldn't remember remembering? remember talking 'bout remembering 'bout dick hell, remember? you remember, I want to ... I do! but now it's just me and you singing songs, singing 'bout ... madonna!?

—Watt, c.1987

The Forever Edge that Never Cuts

Lofty Loewnstein lifts you up hard, fast. Boiled down Barlow sets you down easy, controlled. Fastidious Fay keeps the beat clean, neat. It's true, you never can be too pure or too connected...

If It's Monday Morning

Woke up in a fog yesterday morning, literally and figuratively. While the sun was busy burning off the haze of the morning, I spent the time burning off the haze with this tasty reissue of some of Lee Hazelwood's finest. Singles, Nudes & Backsides (1968-71). AM turned to PM before I could grasp the slimy time. Here we are, Monday morning and the psych haze is still sitting pretty. Wish I could taste Sunday morning again right now...

Open Your Mind, Open Your Mind

Today I watched the 1990 classic, Total Recall for my Sunday morning record. Following Kuato's advise, albeit out of context, I went outside of the box this morning. 'Start the reactor...'

Who Says Nothing Rhymes With Orange?

All the hot licks and tastey riffs to satisfy any Sunday morning. Super sensitive sound rhymes with orange, all day long. Catchy hooks bleed orange, well into the night.

have fun out there...

All 80's Weekend

No record today my friends. All I got was the sound of a shitty car stereo blasting Kiss FM in the parking lot at 9 AM. It all started with Bananarama, Cruel Summer. Not bad if you've been up all night—I am still trying to add up all the coca that must have been on that breakfast plate.

My afternoon was spent busca la chuleta. No time for leisure today. Next week, next week...

The Character of Music

So much character is found in this EP which dates back to 1997. It is holding up quite nicely. Some super tastey remixes fill up the A side and two unadulterated gems on the B side. To be honest I pulled this record out on Friday, after not being listened to in many, many moons. When I sat down today to figure out what will grace the ear drums on this fine late summer Sunday I thought, nothing would be finer than another spin of this character in music. Quite a character indeed.

Diamonds in the Dune

Out of the blue
Just another line in the field of time
From Peru to Texarkana
In a long and hurried flight
As long as we can sail away
So much left undone
!!    !    !
Got to get away
Into the black

Say Something Stupid Like 'It's Okay'

So simple yet, so complicated. Heart felt lyrics wrapped around tasty riffs and catchy hooks. So sensitive that when the amp is set to 7 it feels like 11. Feelings are complicated, it takes a lot of work to set things straight. I had to find mp3s online because this record is so sensitive that it got completely bent out of shape. No really, my record has a warp in it. So much so that I can't play the first two racks on side A. Thank god for the internet. Thank god for albums like this that happened when they did. It all made so much sense. Now, things are tricky because true simplicity is a thing of the past. I guess that is what makes nostalgia so great. Things are simple now for different reasons. If I had the chance I would do it all over again, exactly how it happened. Keep it simple stupid...

No Nada No Way

Not a single record was spun today. Not even in a greatest hits kind of way. Sometimes that is just how it goes. Check back next week for the A side and the B side of things. Thank you and good night.

Greatest Hits Time

No record was spun this morning. Things were happening so fast that I forgot about my self inflicted Sunday duties. Later on, at a dinner party, this record graced our ears as we ate some fine foods with some fine friends. Fine music for a fine time...

Heaven, Give Me a Sign

Twisted feelings of longing and lust. So many ways to describe and subside. Funny how I had forgotten what all of these songs are really about. Each one as rad as the next, yet totally foreign to me now. That does not change how much I love this record. Super catchy riffs, delicately woven melodies, and thoughtful lyrics makes for a sultry swim into the dark side of the pop song

Nopalitos Way

Grenadine is what happened when the likes of Toomey faced Robinson faced Christiansen in the fuzzy days of the 90's. It was instant super fun times USA. The indie supergroup of the decade stands the test of time for this Sunday Morning Jam!

Blog Lite

Still amazed by the warlords of the metal world. I missed my chance(s) to catch them this summer but I did manage to find a copy of the free bee that's been floatin around. Thanx Brostofferson. You just made my Sunday nite lite.

That Day Will Always Be An Anniversary

Better late than never. Rejoicing in our 6th year of happy wedlock, I never quite made it to the ol' blog post. So sue me.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

DAY and NIGHT

co co co co nuts
makes you wish every day be sunny
and every night be warm
together
super fun time spin on the toca discos

B-E-A-S-T-I-E

I woke up in the guest bedroom at the home of my in-laws this morning. Quite a wrench in the Sunday morning jam machine. No less, once in the comfort of our 4-wheel, hi-fi system we bumped this gem on the drive home. This album still rules, by the way. (As if it might ever not rule.)

Are You Ready For The Summer?

Woke up this morning and packed up for the annual 4th of July camping trip. No time for spinning records. Still, one song was in my head the whole time. Happy 4th.

Got Dude-Bro?

Sometimes you need to start with the bro rock early in the day...

Way Out

"It is amazing how many ways a four-bar phrase of four beats per measure can be interpreted!"

-Charles Mingus

and how!

Dug this moldy thing out of the stacks for a special Father's Day jam.

Thank you Mr. Mingus

Tour-Spiel

Guess I'm in a Mike Watt state of mind. (Not a bad place to be.) Heat waves risin' up off of the concrete on a relatively early Sunday morning makes for a great three-way jam listen. Minutemen gone Three-Minutemen, but this is no critique. Six songs clocking in at just over 22 minutes, I'm taking this one a-b, a-b. Wonder what they would-a done next? I mean, we all know what happened next but, you've got to wonder what they would have done, if they could have done, no? More spiel, no doubt...

Yank Mañana, From the Nada

fIREHOSE "if'n"

if'n-a man

if all that were left on this world were one record and...
if all that were left to play that one record was one record player and...
if all that were left on a calendar in this world were nothin' but sundays...

just if'n...

(Dawning of a New Era)

Very few records sound as much like summer to me as this gem. I am so ready. Bring the waves that bring the waves.

...1, 2
!

Grass Widow

just enough punk
just enough garage
just enough sass
just enough brass
art rock extrodinaire(s)

makes for a great late morning sunday listen. thanks ladies.

OFF! - OFF!

I haven't been this stoked on a band since Jawbreaker.
Nostalgic sound of early LA punk, with a hardcore backbone. Effing sick !

FUCK YEAH!

Grails Deep Politics

A perfect combination of all the things I like about Three Mile Pilot, with hints of Cars Get Crushed and a solid dose of some bluesy blue grass steeped in homemade, high grain alcohol. Dark, backwoods shit with a touch of real city guitars. Bringing the all instrumental space jams for the brain.

And a tasty etch on side D

2000 degrees

That's hot.

The Inflated Tear

Nothing I could say would even suffice the awesome that is held in these tracks. Hell-of-a Sunday morning Jam. Hell-of-a Sunday morning jam.

Jam Jam

Jam Jam

Jam Jam

Jam Jam

Jam

Tragic Animal Stories for a Sunday Morning

In this 2nd foray into experimental, atmospheric music making of the great Eric Bachmann, the whimsical vibe of vibes in The Horrible Truth About Plankton and the inevitable death present in When Sharks Smell Blood defines a range of feeling. The gamut of moods is consistent throughout. Love the ride. Happy Sunday.

Larry Yes & the Tangled Mess

An inadvertent Sunday morning jam thanks to the e-mail promotion of drummer (and major homie) Dan. Being thus far relatively unawares of the playful pop, and sometimes psych rock radness, of this tangled mess found with Larry Yes. I know it now, and I dig it. Reminiscent of the beefiest of Captain Beefheart and the zaniest of Zapa.

check it out here

Happy Easter

xoBrian

Early Morning Emo Core

It's never too early for some emocore

Generation Rx

The Metroschifter

Yeah, the 90's were pretty rad. So, I've got that going for me.

Ain't it funny how time slips away...

xoBrian

It's a Beautiful World We Live In

It's nice to be alive.

I get to live it all over again...

Time change double LP - 3MP

13 years in the waiting. I'd be lying if I didn't say, I miss the old sound. A mature Three Mile Pilot to say the least, not that that is a bad thing. All in all a great morning/pacific standard time evening listen. I spin it again for sure.

The inevitable past is the future forgotten.

Bizarro Winter Day

March forth and conquer the [winter] day—that felt like summer. My clothes smell like an open grill. So great to be in California. Spent the early hours in the studio, and the afternoon hours soaking up the rays and scarfing grimace proportions at casa de Spreng.

Listened to the US version of Wedding Present's Bizarro to and fro ('cause I'm American dammit. Well that and I don't have the original UK release). Steve Albini graces the liner notes on this one, capturing the sound on a few tracks including a very tasty Pavement cover. Happy Sunday.

AMOS: 29

relax little Owen, r e l a x . . .

fin

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AMOS: 28

Listen to the sweet sweet sounds of the Dave Brubeck Quartet...

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AMOS: 27

Would have been 100% if not for the Heat Wave cover. I am not on board with that one... sorry guys.

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AMOS: 26

Some really choice alt versions of great songs are found here.

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AMOS: 25

Entirely different matters, in their own matter for the making...

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AMOS: 24

Fontana Williams picked this one out

RIP Whitney...

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AMOS: 23

yes indeed

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AMOS: 21-22

better late than never...

As promised, here it is: Pavement, sweet sweet Pavement. clocking in at numero 21

only one way to follow up the sick nineties jams, sick eighties toe jams!!!

for d. boon

AMOS

A MOS-T Slippage

Musket and sextant, and the westing by... to come. Alas I am late for work!

AMOS: 20

Skipping around here, a lot. There is so much to listen to that any sort of thematic, or organized trip through recorded music would be more than any month of Sundays could allow. Follwing up on early 20thC culture is some more late 20thC culture. Soak it up!

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AMOS: 19 admittedly late

Keeping it pretty musical around here. Nothing like a slow build to really appreciate the gravity of the crescendo. Paris in the 1920's, what I would give to experience that. Where I can live it is through Ravel's Bolero. Two recordings grace my collection so, I decided to take the Pepsi challenge. In the left corner, the Boston Symphony Orchestra lead by Charles Munch. In the right corner, the New York Philharmonic lead by Leonard Bernstein. A classic tete a tete. I can almost see the ballet dancers floating through my living room. Beginning as a single cell organism and ending like a party of drunken elephants and rhinoceroses trudging through the jungle. The recording lead by Bernstein has a particular, inexplicable refinement that rises to the top. Play it again.

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