Where most music is the soundtrack to feelings, jazz is the rhythm to life. Like tapping into that unseen energy that surrounds us and putting it to music. I’ve a rudimentary understanding of jazz so we’ll call this my introduction and I was quite pleased!
Essential pop album of the 50s. Incredibly catchy tunes that clearly shaped the lives of influential artists of decades later. Like David Lee Roth of Van Halen fame. Scatting is like Ska. We don’t need more of it because that which exists is suffice enough.
Much like any great trend in Britain, this album overstayed its welcome. Somehow this album feels much longer than its hour runtime.
This album has the feel of an aged man giving his heart out to a life he’s lived. And it’s all written by a 22 year old. This is a wonderful album with a meditative quality to it!
It’s a testament to the voice of the artist and their talent behind any instrument if they can take “Just a Gigolo,” and turn it to a reflective somber tune of love and time. Give it 28 years later, David Lee Roth will be bouncing around the stage like a goofball to that tune. For now, At Mister Kelly’s, we’ll listen with Sarah’s calmness.
This feels like the start of most Tool songs and I kept waiting for the song to begin. After 40 minutes, nothing.
This is the closest an artist could ever continue to reach out from the dead. 10 years on now. You can feel that, above all else, Bowie wanted to leave something for his die hard fans.
Conception begins at 3:27 on the song I’ve Seen All Good People. This is the pinnacle of pro-rock. As nature as the evolution of man.
“the sculpture is already complete within the marble block before I start my work. It is already there, I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.”
Give a band credit where credit is due. This is a sign to stick to what you like to do because it’ll eventually work out. This came out in 1983? 1983?!? Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes (Luke’s favorite) came out the same year as this. How can I call this ahead of its time if it’s carving the time ahead of itself!
These Flaming Lips aren’t that bad. This is my first exposure to them ever. Can’t believe I’ve gone this long!
The bread to my buttery ear wax. This stuff is what the 60s gave way to. What I imagine inspired Danny O’Keefe to make The Road and likewise. Give Dillard & Clark a listen if you can.
Mark Knopfler, thank you for Wild West End.
This is some Pro Bono work! YEA YEA YEA YEA HELLO HELLO!
I’m in the bathroom of the Thought Lot taking a wet leaky crap while a college freshman at the sink takes a moment to reflect on their polycule relationship with their professor and other classmates. This is playing off of someone’s iPhone X in the stale next to me. It’s alright.
I doubt Jim Morrison was cold before these blokes ripped that awful organ from the studio to make this
This is the greatest pop album of the 20th century!
This is what humidity sounds like
I’d say this is perfection since it inspired the soundtrack for Donkey Kong Island
Thank you Marvel Comics for inspiring autistic black men to have amazing rap careers
This is the Abbey Road for monogamist sex albums. It’s important that such work was put towards the bedroom ambience. It shows they had their priorities right. I tagged no skin in my teenage years but I can imagine those that were skinning’, the equivalent to this album was “Views” by Drake. Yuck
Didn’t need to hear Biggie have sex.
White boys unite!
Can’t say I’m surprised that an 1960s album filled with anti-racist, civil rights tunes laid out by excellent rhythm and masterful guitar work, was overshadowed by the one song with “Scooby Doobie Doo” as a lyric.
This was an uninteresting album. Not bad on a technical level, just forgettable in every sense of the word. Norah Jones being featured was a plus.
I wish I had an hour and 6 minutes of my life to know if Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg smoke weed, kill people, and/or fuck women. I really wished they expressed these actions in 4-5 minutes songs with little beat change.
How’s this a classic?
Millennial music, or as I call it “Tom’s Music,” hits a very nostalgic feeling for me. It reminds me of the youth ski retreats we did at my church. All the youth leaders being the archetypical Millennial. This music blaring in their beat up Honda Accord.
This is like my grandparents reminiscing about eating at some diner while Buddy Holly plays on the radio.
This is an excellent album. Fellas seems quite perturb
