uh, y'know, the sounds that sound good together... sometimes... and sometimes sounds like the disgusting "squish squish" sound Slicker's mom makes whenever she walks
anarky wrote:"Updated listenings" would imply I don't listen to him quite a bit.
Cool, I'll have to throw one of those CD's in my car again soon so we can e-bond a bit more.
I kept up with his releases for at least a couple of albums after these two.... has there been much more? He seems to have faded into the ether somewhat.
EDITED: Blue Sky on Mars is the last one I got, a search of Wiki shows a couple of other albums. I must not have enjoyed Blue Sky as much, or else I would have tried harder to keep up. Needs a listen here in the short-term to see what was going on there.
I'd like to get the one that came out last year (or the year before) that he did with Susanna Hoffs, all 60s pop covers. Sounds like it would really be his forte, and Susanna's voice would complement his nicely.
jjreason (and anyone else who digs Matthew Sweet): You must check out the self-titled album by The Thorns. It's Matthew along with Sean Mullins (a decent folksie one hit wonder who did "Lullaby") and Pete Droge (an immensely underrated roots-rocker most famous for the minor hit "If You Don't Love Me I'll Kill Myself"). The three harmonize unbelievably well; it's like the second coming of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and sometimes Young.
Another forgotten gem (for many, at least) is Shake Your Moneymaker by the Black Crowes. Those guys are fraggin' perfect (except for their one mediocre album, Lions). And that album is their best. Therefore, it's better than perfect.
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Great record - the first 3 tracks are the soundtrack of one of my best friends' first legal foray into a strip joint. The peeler went about 200lbs and broke his glasses with her pussy during the strains of "She Talks to Angels"!!!!
jjreason wrote:Great record - the first 3 tracks are the soundtrack of one of my best friends' first legal foray into a strip joint. The peeler went about 200lbs and broke his glasses with her pussy during the strains of "She Talks to Angels"!!!!
I remember some of the music the first time I went to the titty bar.
Stabbing Westward's "Shame" and "What Do I Have To Do?" still gives me a semi.
"As they say in China, 'Arrivederci'!"
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I got my first (and only professional) lapdance to "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan. (I still think it's awkward to have a topless chick straddling and dancing over you, without touching you, and you're not allowed to touch them. A cousin I went with thought it would be hysterically funny, though.)
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