Late last week, I spent a morning at the Negro Leagues Baseball Museum at 18th and Vine in Kansas City.
I was there for work, but it didn’t feel like it. I was there to interview Bob Kendrick*, the president of the NLBM and an old friend of Buck O’Neil. And I knew this would be a morning about Buck and baseball and raw, authentic emotions. Continue reading
Every Monday morning. Music so good… it must be shared.
This week: “Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? — She and Him, off the album, “Volume One”
Honorable mention: “White Cliffs of Dover” — The Checkers; “Jack Wilson Said (I’m In Heaven When You Smile)” — Van Morrison
Because sometimes you just want friends to tell you about cool things… the Brew House team offers up its (new) weekly mix of author-supported goodness.
Music: Radiohead’s Dead Air Space playlists
For all the hubbub Radiohead has generated over the past two decades, I feel like the band’s own online footprint is relatively small. But Radiohead’s blog, Dead Air Space, is a veritable treasure trove of information, not much of it actually about the band. Every few weeks, a member of the band posts a playlist, usually approximately 10 songs long. The playlists are routinely fantastic. You might not like every song, but you’ll assuredly be exposed to new genres, sounds and textures with every new list.
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So here it is, the question I’ve been thinking about a lot. I guess it’s kind of a convoluted question, with layers and levels and all that. But in the simplest form, here goes:
Why is that “Pumped up Kicks” song so popular?
You see, that question doesn’t really do my REAL question justice.
Because I know WHY the song is popular. It’s got a great hook. And a great beat. And a funky guitar lick. And it doesn’t SOUND* like most other songs that you hear on the radio. Continue reading
Every Monday morning. Music so good… it must be shared.
This week: “Santa Fe” — Beirut, off the album “The Rip Tide”
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You see the pictures, and you read the stories, and you think you can understand.
And then you arrive in Joplin, and drive down 20th street, and stop in front of the old high school.
There are Eagle sculptures out front, carved from the remains of shredded trees. The rubble sits behind, one of the biggest high schools in the state laying in ruins.
And these are just words, and the photos are just photos. And you can’t explain it.
You have to go there. Continue reading
This is a man. This is a man dancing. This is a man dancing to the Black Keys’ new song, “Lonely Boy”, the first single off their new album Camino.
The only question: Where is this dancing man? Outside a movie theater? A cheap hotel? A carnival?
Will we ever know?
So there’s this old maxim my brother used to say. I’m pretty sure he didn’t come up with it. At least, I don’t think he did.
But I always think about it whenever I feel guilty about doing something.
The quote, in and of itself, is about moderation. But really, it’s about everything else.
“I live my life by the theory of everything in moderation,” he would say. “But to truly live out this creedo, you also have to exercise moderation in moderation. So, every once and a while, you have to embrace extreme debauchery.” Continue reading
So I was up late on Sunday night. And I guess this isn’t much of a surprise. I suppose I’m up late a lot.
But on this night, I was doing some work, and some reading, and some general procrastinating.
And then I saw this:
So this, as you may have guessed from the video, is “Guy On A Buffalo.” Continue reading
I guess it’s kind of like this.
I just don’t care much about shoes. I certainly want them to look good. And I do care quite a bit about how shoes look with certain pants.
Although, I’m not really talking about how they MATCH with the pants.
No. What I mean is this: I really want my pants to fall nicely on the shoe itself. In my mind, the smaller and skinnier the shoe the better. But maybe it’s just me.
I suppose these words maybe contradict what I just said. Maybe I do care quite a bit about shoes. Continue reading
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