Taro’s tribute, in a Bangkok hotel room:
Here’s the original:
Category: Music
This guy is HUNGRY.
…And his stage is the fucking GAIA!
(via my pal Ton on FB)
Didn’t know she had the GI Joe Kung Fu Grip
Wow… memories…
somebody to praise…
I can listen to this non-stop for hours (of course, I can watch Mickey Mouse Playhouse non-stop for hours when one of the babies is sick, so…)
A great alternative title for this track would be, “You’ve come a long way, Pillow”
.. (via) ..
Once upon a time, a DJ’s task…
I got so absorbed in this, it took me a few seconds to realize that Max was repeatedly kicking me in the groin to get my attention: http://wheelsofsteel.net/
Khmer Hip Hop
(via my pal Ton on FB)
STP
Linking to that STP video in my last post got me to thinking…
- How could their music videos have been so bad when their recorded live sessions were so good?
- Their first two albums were so good, the diminishing returns that followed could be forgiven (unlike Pearl Jam, who never learned how to stop making bad albums)
- I first heard them 18 years ago? Really?? Damn I feel old… Max will feel about them like I felt about the Beatles! (He won’t really like them for another 18 years?)
- One of my favorite thing about Wikipedia is that it teaches me new (mostly useless) stuff about things I’ve liked/used for years. For example: “…the band’s name was inspired by a carving in an ancient temple that depicts a man in a small flying ship, a reference to ancient aliens.” (Cosmic Buddha’s article will someday read: “…the band’s name was inspired by a chalkboard explanation of Greater and Lesser Vehicles by the head of their Japanese exchange program in a horribly humid classroom in Tenri, Japan.” Yes, this website and domain name were originally used for our band; live band sessions ended but playing on the internet sessions didn’t.)
Trance on Guitar
Man, it’s been ages since the last guitar vid.
Internet Radio Done Right
This is now my default background music source: Radio Collective
The first time I listened to one of the shows, it sounded like like a sword fight between banjos and sitars, with silvery wiccan pixies whispering in my ear. Needless to say, I was hooked.