Saturday, August 1, 2009

Horsebladder Beautiful Most Beautiful

Elaine Kahn aka Horsebladder is making some of the best out-pop these two wee ears of mine have ever heard. This video proves the existence of beauty.

Horsebladder live at the Beach House in a dream from elaine kahn on Vimeo.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

California: Part Five of Many

Some dude filmed his copy of Led Zep 4 spinning. The orig pressing is on Atlantic with an Orange/Plum label, dig. So this ain't it. Aw well, these vinyl vids are hypnotic and so is the song. "Going to California" was supposedly inspired by Joni's "California." Plant should kiss a Sunset pig.


(what's up with the splashy noises in the background?)

California: Part Four of Many

Time to get a little less obvo. The Runaways! In Japan! "California Paradise." Footage rules. They're shiny.

California: Part Three of Many

I had to. Mamas and the Papas killin it at Monterey Pop. I promise double pinky swear that I will not post Hotel California.

California: Part Dos of Many

Phil Ochs! Phil Ochs! "Tape from California"
And some dude's cute project for his niece's "flat stanley."

California: Part One of Many

Weekender love affairs are sweet. Weekender love affairs in California are sweeter. This has inspired me to finally compile, blog style, every fave song of mine featuring the greatest state in its chorus. Here Goes.
First, the High Priestess of Canadian Sunshine singin about Comin' Home:
I listened to this on the plane, crying my eyes out, as me and my kitty left our home in Massachusetts for our new state. I have also spent many a summer drive singing along to this, oftentimes with my BFF Elaine Kahn. Someday we'll figure out how to harmonize on it. Joni is really jamming on that dulcimer. What a badass.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Can Solves Cosmic Mysteries

Ala Hawkings and the Fermi Paradox I would like to posit that the fact that me and a bunch of aliens are not in this audience proves that time travel will never be possible, and extraterrestrial societies with good taste in music do not exist.