I haven't listened to this yet. I'm quite busy getting drunk and sobering up at a local festival so I don't know if I'm giving it a try anytime soon, but I guess it's good.
Has anyone seen the new Corona commercial starring Kenny Chesney? Well it’s out there and it’s got my underpants in an uncomfortable bunch. I’ve spent quite a few sunny days drinking Corona, my “vacation beer” of choice, and always regarded it as a real treat for those outdoor drinking days.
That was until I saw Corona’s new commercial featuring huge nerd Kenny Chesney. The commercial didn’t even run all the way through until I rose from the couch and proclaimed, “I’m swearing off Corona…FOR LIFE!” You think I’m joking. This actually happened. And I meant it. I will never drink another Corona for as long as I live. I simply can’t support a product that sponsors Kenny Chesney, quite possibly the biggest juicebag in music. Why don’t I like Kenny Chesney? Let me count the ways…
Anyway, I’m happy to migrate to Dos Equis, the beer of The Most Interesting Man in the World and cool guys everywhere. I heard The Most Interesting Man in the World puts his shirt on just like the rest of us – one sleeve at a time (excluding Kenny Chesney). Except, once his shirt is on, he makes gold records.
Here are Chesney’s #1’s, and whether or not he had anything to do with them other than showing up to the studio one day without any sleeves:
She’s Got It All – NO
When I Close My Eyes – NO
That’s Why I’m Here – NO
How Forever Feels – PARTIAL CREDIT
You Had Me From Hello – PARTIAL CREDIT
The Good Stuff – NO
There Goes My Life – NO
When The Sun Goes Down – NO
Living in Fast Forward – NO
Summertime – NO
Beer in Mexico – YES!!!!!
Never Wanted Nothing More – NO
Shiftwork – NO
Better as a Memory – NO
The Most Interesting Man In The World
The Most Interesting Man In The World on Packages
I know it’s late and this isn’t music related, but I just watched SportsCenter and realized that today is the 25th anniversary of George Brett’s “Pine Tar Incident.” I grew up in Kansas City for the first 7 years of my life and still remember going to K-Mart to get autographs from my heroes, George Brett, Frank White and Willie Wilson.
This is one of my earliest baseball memories and one of the reasons I fell in love with the sport. Does any modern professional athlete care this much about a homerun or the outcome of a game? George Brett was one of a kind and one of the best hitters of all time. Three batting titles in three different decades. Wow.
Stalk That Myth by Bowery Boy Blue ended up in our inbox about two months ago. I’ve been itching for the release date to post this review because it took no more than one listen to enjoy it. It took a few more to really start finding the nooks and crannies in the music.
The band is fronted by Zeb Gould and evolved from his solo work. Gould and crew deliver a 32 minute set of melancholic Americana that is at parts, beautiful (Eye For Love) and at others heartbreaking (Ghost Of The Blues). The production work is well thought out and they have a knack for finding the perfect accompaniment for Gould’s vocals and lyrics - Nothing too overpowering or complex to take away from the end game.
Strings, banjo picking, steel are all present and used perfectly on Stalk That Myth. The lead track, however, brings some crunching chords that will have everyone comparing them to Magnolia Electric Co. and Crazy Horse.
The Brooklyn outfit is releasing their debut July 29th on Space Photo Records.
Bowery Boy Blue - Come Closer, Sisters
Bowery Boy Blue - Great Dead Town
Bowery Boy Blue - Ah, What a Cruel Change
It’s official. I’m obsessed with Dr. Dog’s newest release, Fate. It is one of the best albums so far this year (maybe the best).
Here’s a video of the studio recording of “Hang On.”
Here are the two mp3’s released from Fate:
Raw black metal mixed with ambient.
Aggressive death/thrash with melodic touches.
Well it’s been two years since Calexico’s Garden Ruin and they’ll be releasing their new album, Carried to Dust, on September 9th.
Here’s the description from the band:
Carried to Dust is, at least partially, the story of a writer in Los Angeles around the time of the writers’ strike we had a while back in late 2007. Our hopper heads out east on a whim and a dry Santa Ana tail wind. Stopping at the Yucca Valley swap meet he buys an old road map with a route already marked with red pen. It leads him to a cabin and from the cabin to a chain of other small town thrift stores, picking up old copies of National Geographic magazines along the way. Stories about snow drops in Moscow, leaning houses in Valparaiso, abandoned neighborhoods in New Orleans, and a manmade lake full of cell phone trees creep their way into his notes. He finds further inpiración at old roadside diners, bending an ear to each waitress and the local news over badly brewed coffee. The break proves to be enlightening. He falls in love with the newly found space and being carried along spontaneity’s spark.
Um…okay. I’m not sure where “Two Silver Trees” fits in the story, but it’s a solid tune.
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