Billy Talbot is the bass player for Crazy Horse. That’s not how I know of him, though. Despite the fact that I’m a bass player, I don’t really pay much attention to bass players. I pay attention to songs, and these caught my ear this week.
Last week, a Bay Area Deathfestconcert poster made the rounds on Twitter in the graphic design circles I run in. You can probably guess why. PaRtY CaNnOn is a stoner goregrind (party slam?) band from Dunfermline, Scotland, and they released a new record this year. Let’s review it!
From the early 1990s through the turn of the millennium, I worked for a music distributor. During this time, Tuesdays were the day all of the new releases came out, and the Fridays prior were when we received our shipments of these new albums. Because most music is sold digitally now (and likely to help curb file sharing), the industry recently changed Street Date to Fridays.
Switching gears from the satanic (I’ve been listening to a lot of that new Ghost record lately) and moving across to the other side of Christianity, Leigh Nash has a new country record. Actually, much like her Sixpence None the Richer hits, none of these songs are overtly Christian, but I needed a creative digression.
I have to admit, I’m struggling to like this one. I like the swampy dirt vibe they are going for here a lot, but I’m a little disappointed by the execution.
Finding new music is one of my favorite pastimes, and I hope to document more of it here. Yesterday I stumbled upon Ghost’s (formerly Ghost B.C.) new album, Meliora.
The consensus is that the Apple Music unveiling bombed yesterday, and so will the service itself. The incoherence of it all was disappointing coming from Apple, but is pretty on par for the recorded music industry.
The ability to purchase goods online may be the single most important technological advancement of the 20th century as far as people like me are concerned—that is people who suffer from social anxiety. This anxiety frequently (if not always) extends to the telephone, and for me is further complicated by misophonia. I have recently run into impasses with two online orders that required me to contact a sales representative by telephone to proceed with my order. In both cases, I abandoned the order.
Every year, my wife and I go to the California State Fair to drink craft beer and look at exhibits, and every year all of our friends ask us where the good beer garden is. Well, I made a map.
I have noticed a disturbing trend of incorrectly including a space between the last word of a sentence and its closing punctuation. This punctuation mark is then proceeded by another space—which is correct—before the capital (sometimes) letter of the word that begins the next sentence.
On my ride home from work the other day, I passed a disheveled looking man on a bicycle (riding on the against-traffic side on the sidewalk1, at dusk, without a light, a helmet, or proper reflectors). As I passed him, he remarked about my flashing white light, “Those flashing lights are illegal!”
I don’t know why the Macron is always left out of the HTML entity lineup, but I use them a lot. Here is a reference in case you need to put a line over it.