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Mississippi Records tape series made it to it's half-century...50 more to go!
...of course then you watch this:and this...[which is supposed to be some kind of unofficial SA
anthem]and there seems like hope.[which reminds me the "Next Stop Soweto..." series are highly
recommended...amazing mbaqanga, soul and jazz from SA]
Kind of grumpy after finally reading this and then seeing this [am I the only one who feels a heavy
heart after seeing stuff like this...do I even want to link to it??] and then reading this
[although it's great obviously and an expected delight from (half) of the Mordant Music crew...I
mean....music, design/architecture and footy analysis.
[...well in the past few weeks]Thanks to the NYTimes: there is such a thing as a "Cult" Butcher's
Shop?? "Hip", certainly. "Trendy", maybe, but "Cult". The mind boggles and there is certainly a
comedy sketch in that, but maybe another time.Thanks to the New Yorker's annual (tongue ever so
slightly in cheek) gift giving guide: you can purchase, yes for actual money, a 2-foot long USB
Endoscope
I've been really enjoying the new compilation of old recordings: String of Pearls – Jewels of the
78rpm Era 1918-1951.One of the criticisms of compilations like this is that they can easily be no
more than random or loosely grouped recordings with little or no context or accompanying notes.
Although I agree somewhat with that (there is still the thrill of hearing sounds that amaze and
delight
Personally speaking, I would like to see this recreated as pre-game, half-time, post-game...hell,
while the game is going on, entertainment...but that's just me.
Current candidates for the timberlog tag-line (to replace "the timberlog - The Portland Timbers'
Emotional Needs Goat") are:the timberlog - an alpenhorn blast of post-Gutenbergian
revalorization1the timberlog - food cart to Portland's soccer unreliable news famishment21
ruthlessly stolen from this wonderful Nicholson Baker article about the ridiculous Kindle2 Yes,
like any right minded person I
"Ello, ello, what goin' on 'ere" and a black hand grabs my shoulder. "Tony!" I exasperate as I
swivel "I've been trying you on your cellular telephone all afternoon!""Don't work 'ere...Orange
innit"."Don't give me that shit, there is no way in god's hell-on that you wouldn't make sure your
moby worked while you were on vacation.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
I'm at Red Bulls headquarters in Secaucus and we have just been shown photos of Mr. Juan Pablo Angel sporting the Red Bulls uniform.
