Last night I spent about an hour watching Ken Burns’ new documentary “The Tenth Inning.” The portion of Burns’ 4-hr followup to 1994′ “Baseball” that I watched reminded me of the magic of the game of baseball, and why I still love it so much.
And to accompany the game are the songs that fuel it, the songs that celebrate it, and the songs we drunkenly sing during the 7th inning stretch after drinking a few too many beers – Eddie Vedder, I’m looking at you.
There are few people with whom I would like to see Jim James perform with. The first group of people is obviously the rest of My Morning Jacket, as their live show could quite very well be the best out there right now. The second is his self: I would absolutely love to see Jim play a solo show. The third is Ben Sollee and Daniel Martin Moore – a group of acoustic folk musicians from Kentucky who play the cello and guitar (respectively). We went to go see them this past winter and Elana and I were both blown away by the performance. So, obviously adding Mr. James into the mix would only make the show that much more unbelievable.
So here, for your listening pleasure is a show with those very three musicians, performing under the apt moniker Appalachian Voices. Listen to it, pass it along to your friends, and fall in love with the cello again.
I have an image of Neil Young seared in my head. It’s an image that will never be replaced no matter what he does. He can do all the CSNY tours he wants and harmonize his butt off. He can even play more of those horrid acoustic shows with his wife like the one I saw at Farm Aid a few years back.
But when all is said and done, to me Neil Young will always be the godfather of grunge; sitting on a stool in a dark bar, with an overdriven guitar plugged into a ratty amplifier, head down, hat obscuring his face, playing the crap out of his weathered and road-beaten guitar. Le Noise is Neil returning to that sound, and reclaiming his place upon that stool of glory. Welcome home, Neil.
Here’s my take on the album, with comments on each track tweeted in 140 characters of fewer. Please please please visit the NPR page and stream the album. It’s available until October 5th; get your fix while you can. And while you do, make sure to read my tweets.
For those of you keeping track at home, today is the anniversary of Jimi Hendrix’s untimely death at the young age of 27. One of the greatest electric guitar players of all time, Hendrix revolutionized the way the instrument was used – taking it from an electric version of the acoustic guitar, to an instrument all its own. His use of fuzz-boxes, wah pedals, and reverse coil pickups created new sonic soundscapes, previously unimagined.
So, in his memory, here’s the bootleg of his infamous concert with Jim Morrison. (Contrary to popular belief, however, Johnny Winter was not present at this show.) Hendrix is on fire all show, and Morrison spends a good deal of time drunkenly and incomprehensibly cursing out no one in particular. (See Morrison’s Lament for details.)
Those of you who were at Gilad’s funeral know that Ezra (our youngest brother) spoke about singing along to Alive with me and Gilad at Gilad’s final Pearl Jam show. During shiva, many people asked to hear the song, and while I was going to get around to it eventually, Donny from All That’s Sacred beat me to it.
To give you a bit of context, Donny authors a podcast called All That’s Sacred, which he calls “The Unofficial Podcast for the Pearl Jam Fan.” In addition to running a pretty awesome podcast that features both recent live tracks and really deep cuts, Donny also frequently takes suggestions for the podcast via Facebook and Twitter. Recently, he asked people to talk about their 2010 Tour Highlights. So naturally, I responded in the only way I knew fitting:
MSG 1: Singing Alive with my 19 year old brother bc the cancer hadn’t taken him yet. He died a week and a half ago.
So, here is the clip from Donny’s podcast about Gilad. Enjoy the story, enjoy the music, and keep Gilad in your hearts and minds.
I know for a fact that I’ve posted this one before. But I was listening to Radiohead on the way home from work and was struck by the intricacies of their music. I don’t want to sound like a stuck up audiophile, but listening to their stuff without a quality pair of headphones seems slightly sacrilegious. The details in their songs are so subtle, but at the same time so integral to the music. Continue reading →