More Records!?

Does the world need more vinyl records? Especially even 7″s / 45’s…?   I don’t know.  But any project teetering on the edge of financial suicide (Joking. Kind of..?) makes it more fun, yes? Oh course, looking at every endeavor financially doesn’t make for much fun.  It’s a cultural investment.  Or even at the worst, just a hobby. Certainly more interesting that playing golf, and probably less costly.

Yep, so I’m starting to release records again. Since 2001 I’ve put out 27 or so releases. Thankfully, I’ve gotten rid of most copies – which is great, since otherwise I’d have a garage full of records no one wants.

It’s been about two years since I’ve done any releases.  A friend (who hasn’t taken two years off, but instead been very busy doing great things in the music world), got back to me when I told him I was getting back into it.  “It’s a weird game but it’s a good game, and it needs you.”  That was nice.  Weird? Certainly, yes. I’ll see how the other stuff pans out.

One catalyst was a new record store that opened in town. Conveniently on my way home from work.  The young owner is happy to let me consign albums there, as well as order things to sell. We have such varying tastes we don’t step on each others toes with orders. It helps get things rolling with the label’s mail order, since instead of my inventory just sitting in my garage, it can sit at a store. And I can use the little bit of money made from the store to fund releasing records. Instead of, like, trading a family vacation for having 500 LPs of some obscure crust punk band.

Here’s my online contribution to this weird game – Dead Tank Records.

So new records – one is ready to go. It’s a split 7″ with a Jacksonville band, Captive Bolt, and an author/professor Gary Francione. A wordy soliloquy perhaps, but information about the band and author is found here.  You can go straight to listening to Captive Bolt’s music here. I’m holding back the author’s contributions from digital tyranny until the record is actually done – a weird game, indeed.

Chances are, if you casually read this blog for it’s other “merits” – woodworking, pictures of a cute kid, you are related to me, etc –  you probably won’t like this music.

You probably knew that.

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Netflix Goodies

A concussion, a couch and Netflix.  Here’s two things I liked.


DeepPurple

 

Classic Albums: Deep Purple: Machine Head

As a 9th grader,  I regularly cranked up my tiny Peavey amp to play ‘Smoke on the Water.’ I bought the amp at Yancey Music Center and I remember upgrading to the larger one at some point – it had a bigger speaker and the back of it said 75 watts.  Taking turns wreaking havoc on E pentatonic solos with friends in my parent’s garage. Over and over again.  … And over again.  We didn’t know how to play the verse or chorus, just that one riff. Now I know we were playing it in the wrong key and playing it wrong, but it sounded heavier our way anyway.   I actually only knew the version as it was played on the ‘Live in Japan’ LP.  The riff was simple enough to trade with the drummer so everyone got a turn trying a bit of everything. I would say ‘the poor neighbors’, but we only had about four.

This quick documentary goes over how most the songs on ‘Machine Head’ were made; a mobile studio doing takes here and there while touring mostly. It’s an even mix of live footage and more recent interviews.  Covering the artist process, each musician’s background and what sort of things each person brought to the table. It’s helpful to learn about it and hear it again for the first time. I still think ‘Smoke on the Water’ would sound better in rural Florida, played wrong through 75 watts, but that’s just me.

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Bones Brigade: An Autobiography 

I don’t know much about skateboarding – more than most people who grow up on a dirt road I guess.  Over the years through music scene stuff, I’d pick up bits and pieces about skateboarding culture, and sort of tangential to some record or band.  That, combined with the 12′ x 10′ steeply sloped bit of concrete driveway I grew up with, and the fact that I had a skateboard, means the subject of the film was relate-able enough.   Actually, in college (surrounded by pavement and parking garages), someone gave me a skateboard.   I could get to class on it, and go down parking garages really fast.  The film didn’t cover these awe inspiring feats, but it was  inspiring to learn about the skate team and each members’ style. Actually, the differences in how they went about learning or creating new things – literally inventing tricks that become the basis of the sport today, was so varied. I loved it.  A great view into unadulterated skateboarding; before it was anything resembling a career or something you could do for a living.


What a Rush (…of Randomness)

Christmas came and went. Great times with family around the state, and a quiet Christmas morning at home in Jacksonville. Mabel likes her kitchen.


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Santa is down with Mabel’s signature salutation.

Parenting is spinning out of control as my daughter becomes a mall rat…

…and a reindeer.  She’s fond of mammals.

Speaking of things out of control.  My daughters first prank? A few nights ago… she should be sleeping in her crib. Instead, she throws her pacifier on the ground and keeps saying ‘uh oh, uh oh’.  When you go into the room to help, she starts laughing hysterically. She did this twice before she actually fell asleep.

And more randomness…

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I got hit in the head with a large enough tree limb to change my week.  I’m been to the ER twice so far in 2013.  Done doing that hopefully.

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There is a new record store in Five Points called Deep Search Records. Check them out here. And more importantly in person when you go to buy something.

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A friend put together a neat mix of music I thoroughly enjoyed. Listen here.

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At some point I watched this Pink Floyd documentary on Youtube.

I’ve been hitting such things as these pretty hard on Netflix too these days. Being home with a head injury and all. More on the Netflix recently watched later…

And now you’re up to date.
 


Raga Puriy-Kalyan


Incredible String Band


Mr. Soul, Poor Born

Here’s a early one.