A collection of music I hope you're hearing. Back by popular demand.
October 24, 2012
Very excited The Pollies will be playing with Doc Dailey and Magnolia Devil at 10:30 this Friday at Green Bar in Tuscaloosa. It should make for good festivities after the Homecoming Pep Rally and Bonfire, so come on by after that.
Here’s Doc Dailey and Magnolia Devil with “Thorns of Gold.”
So ACL was a blast, but I spent most of the time seeing bands I was already familiar with and wanting to see for the first time rather than tracking down new music. But one name kept sticking in my mind: Father John Misty. I felt like I had heard the name a lot recently, but I couldn’t think of any of his songs. So I abandoned my crew of festival goers to trek over to a smaller stage by myself to see this guy.
When I first heard “North Side Gal” by J.D. McPherson, I was impressed but skeptical that he could sound that good through an entire album. I love the new stuff that sounds like the old stuff, but few artists can rarely pull it off for more than a couple of songs. I went ahead and bought McPherson’s debut album “Signs and Signifiers,” and he proved me wrong.
Here I’m posting “A Gentle Awakening” because I like how the video looks, but my favorite song from the album is “Your Love (All That I’m Missing).” Still not convinced this guy is something special? He has received graduate-level course credit in card magic.
Looks like I won’t be woRking for AndRew Lloyd WebbeR.
FoR the past few weeks, hundReds of people have been tweeting at me telling me how awesome I am.
They love me. They adoRe me. They think I’m a gReat singeR.
They think I am Jesus Christ.
Jesus Christ, SupeRstaR that is.
As it tuRns out, theRe is a show in GReat BRitain called ITV SupeRstaR. The show is an AmeRican Idol style show, with singing competitoRs seeking to be selected foR the lead in the musical Jesus Christ SupeRstaR. This week the show is in the battle of the final two, and one of the contestants is named Ben FoRster. That’s Right. My name, but with a big honking R in the middle. His twitteR handle is also one letteR diffeRent, and thus tons of BRits have been misspelling his name and telling me how awesome I am and how they voted foR me this week. I appReciate all the positive messages I have Received, but I’d appReciate it moRe if people edited theiR tweets more caRefully.
This music-Related public seRvice announcement was bRought to you by the letteR “R.”
With the London Olympics just around the corner, you’ve probably had that epiphany:
I SHOULD MAKE A BRITISH MUSIC PLAYLIST!!! AREN’T I CLEVER?!?!
And then you start combing through your music collection for your favorite songs from The Beatles, the Stones, Radiohead, the one Coldplay song you will still listen to shamelessly, and maybe even something by the Arctic Monkeys…
But your playlist will not be complete without one of my favorite British bands that for some inexplicable reason many people (read: Americans) do not know about, The Coral. Posted here for your listening pleasure is Pass It On. [Historical note: As a young lad working at a college radio station about seven years ago, Pass It On was one of the first songs I was assigned to play, and it turned me on to The Coral, and now I get to pass it on to you.]
“You bragged of religion and put me through hell.”
A clever lyric from “Widower’s Heart” by Trampled by Turtles from their album Stars and Satellites. ”Widower’s Heart” is my favorite song on the album right now, but the song with perhaps the broadest appeal is “Alone.”
Here’s “Something New” to listen to. Last night I got to check out my friend Reed Watson’s band, The Pollies, for the first time. I really enjoyed the show— hopefully they’ll be able to make it down to Tuscaloosa more often. [Bonus: I was pleasantly surprised by the band that opened for The Pollies, The Wooden Wings. Not the greatest thing ever, but better than what I’m used to stumbling on in Tuscaloosa.]
I am an endless search for new, good music. (Good is harder to find than new.) A friend of mine named John Moye turned me on to The Lumineers, who sound like a cross between Edward Sharpe and Old Crow Medicine Show.