Sunday, November 28, 2010
JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #239
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I’M WITH JEFFREY MORGAN’S
MEDIA BLACKOUT #239!
Pamela Des Barres
– I’m With The Band: Confessions Of A Groupie (Chicago Review Press) :: She’s my little douche
coupe, you don’t know what I caught.
– Life (Little, Brown) :: “That’s life.” “What’s life?” “A book.”
“How much does it cost?” “Thirty bucks.” “I only have a dollar.” “That’s life.”
“What’s life?” “A book.” “How much does it cost?” “Thirty bucks.” “I
only have a dollar.”
Frank Sinatra –
“That’s Life” (Reprise) :: What’s life?
Desi Arnaz – A Book (Buccaneer) :: Well, that was fun.
Bad Books – Bad Books (Razor & Tie) :: What if the David Bowie who
recorded Hunky Dory and the Kevin Ayers who recorded whatevershebringswesing had teamed up to record a delightfully
light album like this intelligent airy offering? Too bad the naïve cover art is so visually repulsive though.
Style, boys. Whatever happened to style?
Franklin D. Roosevelt – The New Deal (1933) :: What rock ’n’ roll needs is a Works Progress
The New Deal – Live:
Toronto 7.16.2009 (SCI Fidelity) :: This synth, bass and drums aggregate is great at cranking out the trippy transcendental
trance beats in a way that sounds like an intoxicated unification of prog rockers FM with trance rockers Tangerine Dream under
the amped up aegis of hardhouse rocker Lisa Lashes. Then some maroon on stage has to break the mood by inanely yelling out:
“All right Toronto! Let’s take this one out! C’mon! Are you with me? Are you with me?” No kid, that’s
where you lost me. Next time, keep your mouth shut.
In White – Creatures (Fearless) :: At first scream, these guys seem to be the scare apparent to Pantera
only a lot more melodic with an upped ante of atmospheric keyboard washes. Maybe they oughtta change their name to the Ozzy
Trent Reznor & Zack de la Rocha -
Rage Against The Pretty Hate Machine (Polemic) :: I wish.
SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Randy Weston And His African Rhythms Sextet – The Storyteller: Live At
Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola (Motéma) :: Man, if you think that’s a mouthful to visually
digest, then just wait until your ears get hip-addicted to one of the most slammin’ist live jazz albums to be released
in many a moon ’cause this thick smoker sounds as if it came wafting outta some swingin’ soiree where the ultra
suave groove on ultra waves of sound.
When ivory-tinkler Weston isn’t
smearcasing Keith Jarrett at his own game on the Latin jazz pioneer tribute “Chano Pozo,” he’s hunkered
down and hammering away on “Jus’ Blues” like a seriously schizoid Mike Garson. Then the band comes roaring
in straight outta Heavytown like they’ve been depth charging Dizzy’s “Manteca” for breakfast with
a four-sided Miles Dark Magus chaser.
And just when you think that
your head is gonna explode from this overdose of sheer aural ecstasy, they lower the pace and let you take five before cranking
it up all over again.
Be seeing you!