Jane”s Addiction - Summertime Rolls

This summer has not yet felt like summer to me. Too many things. I decided on the flight back last night that it’s time to change. My all-time summer song, and my summer, begin now.

I cut me a piece with some fine wine 
It brought peace to my mind 
In the summertime… 
And it rolled 

Grateful Dead - Hard to Handle

44 years ago tonight the Dead blew apart the soul of Otis Redding and turned it into a swirling, rocking, psychedelic alligator.

And we are lucky because this audience recording captures the energy of the band at this time, and also how insane that energy made the crowd. 

This woman, who has never held a job for any time, doesn’t get up In the mornings, is routinely three or four hours late to appointments, who walks out of studios because she doesn’t feel like singing that day, and has a knack for both tantrum and wonder, achieves a childlike intensity of emotion in her songs because on some level she isn’t, even at the age of forty-seven, quite an adult. And I am probably not the only one who isn’t in a hurry to see her to grow up.
Bill Buford on Lucinda Williams: http://nyr.kr/1uPZ4Ac (via newyorker)

Phish - Tweezer (segment), Randall’s Island 7/13/14

You go see dozens, hundreds of shows from hundreds of artists and bands and you love them all. 

Sometimes, however, you catch something extraordinary. Something you didn’t know you were chasing until you heard it. 

I had one of those moments during this 4 minute segment a few weeks ago on Randall’s (this segment came at the end of a continuous 50 minute flowing extraordinary segment of music - this was the denouement, if you will). A band totally locked in, each instrument cruising, beautiful soaring music in a outdoor setting with friends, while looking up at the sky. I was high - on the setting: I was away that weekend and had to travel back for the show, which was effort; a friend at a late moment decided to join me; we ran into another friend there at the show; we ran into someone else who invited us to the beer tent; it didnt rain and it was supposed to; etc.

It was perfect.

Shabazz Palaces - Forerunner Foray

I was out too late last night (for me), though I went to a gig in a living room, had one too many glasses of wine that came in a box (that would be 2 of them), couldn’t sleep when I got home (head buzzing), then up early (worrying about a busy day). Cascading series of events. 

Made a cup of coffee from George Howell Coffee (their mission: “to seek out the best coffees on Earth” I am down with that) and tried to find something to clear the head.

I recalled seeing on twitter yesterday that a  music journalist I follow said that the new Shabazz Palaces’ record may be the best record of the year. It’s damn good.