the tale of a life lived vividly through various adventures, musical and otherwise

 

Native America (at Joyful Noise Recordings)

Native America (at Joyful Noise Recordings)

I just started a playlist on youtube of some classic country covers. Here’s one song on there. “Miss the Mississippi and You”, which was popularized by The Singing Brakeman, Jimmie Rodgers.

Hope you like the song as much as I like playin’ it.

Joe F*****g Davey! (at Vienna Espresso Bar & Bakery)

Joe F*****g Davey! (at Vienna Espresso Bar & Bakery)

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yikes. scary good.

wilderadkins:

lacienegasmiled:

As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.

One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”

Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.

Holy Wow

(Source: harrattanparhar)

Listening to Head & Toe, pouring over this old poster and feeling an acute sense of nostalgia. I want Jeremy Rizik back. Quentin can go to hell (jk).

Listening to Head & Toe, pouring over this old poster and feeling an acute sense of nostalgia. I want Jeremy Rizik back. Quentin can go to hell (jk).

Praise be to thy equinox, Verna.

Praise be to thy equinox, Verna.

oof.

wilderadkins:

Don’t write disparaging comments about middle-aged women on Facebook. They will find out. And they will fire you from your job at the library.

Trust me. I know from experience.

I don’t know what this means yet, but I love it so much.

I don’t know what this means yet, but I love it so much.