Monday, August 31, 2015

PODCAST: JUST WOKE UP - VOLUME 9 AUGUST 2015

Stream the new Just Woke Up music podcast here, or download
DAN JONES:                         JUST WOKE UP THEME #1 (MOUNTAIN DULCIMER BLEED)
BIG JOE TURNER:              SHAKE RATTLE AND ROLL
COURTNEY BARNETT:     AVANT GARDNER
GRANT HART:                     IS THE SKY THE LIMIT?
ROBERT WYATT w/:           SIAM
CARLA BLEY & NICK MASON
THE BOOKS:                       FRALITE

DAVID KILGOUR               LOSE MYSELF IN SOUND
MELVINS                             BRASS CUPCAKE
PRETTY                               MOUSTACHE IN YOUR FACE
NRBQ                                   RIDIN' IN MY CAR (LIVE)
NEW BABOONS                 SCI FI  RUNAWAY

SIE LIEBEN MACHINEN  PUBLIC IMAGE
PELLET GUN                      ELECTRIC VS STEAM 
TESTFACE                          SUN GHOSTS
NOMEANSNO                    WAKE UP
ROBERT POLLARD           BLAZING GENTLEMEN     

BILL LASWELL                 A DANGEROUS ROAD
HENRY KAISER &             NIGHT COMES IN (LIVE)
    THE MERMEN  
MORNINGSTAR                 LITTLE BY LITTLE
THE FOR REALS                SHIRT IS TIGHT
THE GOLDEN MOTORS   KISS YA ON THE NOSE
 DOS                                     NUMBER NINE





Sunday, August 30, 2015

SUMMER WINDING DOWN WITH TEN TRILLION HOURS OF FREE MUSIC

 
I have been in solo mode for a few days and that means pulling out weird Henry Kaiser records, playing them loud, eating frozen pizza, and assuring the dogs their mom will be back.  As I read up on HK in the process, I discovered this awesome album of jams with The Mermen and downloaded it right away.  I'll make a complementary effort to purchase something from their catalogs on Itunes or what have ya.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

RUNNING WHEREVER RATHER THAN IN CIRCLES


Rock and roll update: I went to bed pretty early last night after reading some more of Justine by Lawrence Durrell and making grilled cheese sandwiches.  I went running, down Tracy Avenue past Rockhurst, over to Paseo and up 55th, all the way to the trolley trail.  I'm not quite sure how long it was, probably 2.5 to 3 miles.  I was plodding along and there's always that moment when you're like, well, I've run this far and I need to run back, so f*** it, I'm kind of locked in here unless I call a cab.  As opposed to running X number of familiar laps and knowing exactly how far you're going.  I'm getting more into the former mode, exploring more.  I run so slow, there is plenty to see.  

There was a counter-productive bag of potato chips in the cupboard when I got home to go with the grilled cheese, which had turkey, olive tapenade, and fresh basil on it.  Also a fragment of my neighbor Orien's amazing blueberry pie on the counter; a can of beer in the fridge.   These are really tremendous privileges if you stop and think about it.

My Spotify playlist Songs for Walking and Running continues to grow.  Last night while running west from Paseo on 55th it coughed up the greatest triple shot:

Rites of Spring - Spring
Donna Lewis - I Love You Always Forever
Steve Wynn - The Ambassador of Soul


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

DOG DAYS OF SUMMER


The dog days of summer are upon us, and good times were had sourcing canine vehicles and watercraft at The Troostwood Garage Sale.

Here is a song called "Sci Fi Runaway" by KC band The New Babbons that has been permanently lodged in my head since I heard them perform it Friday at our recordBar show:


Saturday, July 11, 2015

SOME THOUGHTS ON MY DAD AND FIG NEWTON ALGEBRA


My dad used to eat Fig Newtons, not because they were his favorite but because, if hidden in the freezer behind an old carton of crystalized ice milk, they were less likely than Oreos or Nutter Butters to be eaten by his eight kids. Of course they were eaten by his eight kids, but at a rate that allowed him a  percentage of each package before Total Fig Newton Obliteration.

As children transitioned out, he moved on to flashier Strawberry and Blueberry Newtons, then ice cream Bon Bons. These were eaten at a faster rate, but by a smaller population.  His percentage share was likely the same.

I've never been good at algebra but recognize algebraic principles here, as well as principles of endurance and patience, along with the shadows of self-effacement and defeat. 

That a parent would settle for his less than favorite cookie to manage with pragmatism these tribal factors, to share and to preserve a simple personal pleasure, impresses me more than military, church, or community service. He had those bases covered too but I think more of the algebra of cookies and duty when considering the mysteries of my dad.