Have an absolutely beautiful rest of your life.
There’s only time for a few more episodes before I have to move the Mike’s Basement studio and we spend a portion of #36 celebrating some of the new RRHOF inductees. We also dwell on some of the obvious and somewhat ridiculous omissions. One set was inspired by a terrific new documentary on Jeff Beck and we have new stuff from The Decemberists, Mercury Rev (with Margo Price), live David Byrne, Snail Mail and Bruce on Broadway. I have also located my favorite Christmas song of all time, which is guaranteed to make you reach for a box of tissues and/or a barf bag. Once again there’s some “Yacht Rock” that is never played and a blast of Holiday Cheer from The Cartwright’s. Dig in and turn on.
What a wonderful trip! So happy that I had the time and opportunity to move my daughter out to beautiful Colorado. It was kind of a hellish ride complete with some tough weather... and the loss of our roof rack as soon as we crossed into Indiana! Unquestionably an adventure I think we'll both cherish forever. When we needed to up the adrenaline and avoid white line fever the catalogs of Led Zeppelin and The Hold Steady, "Quadrophenia" from The Who, M. Rivers brilliant new record and Julian Cope's "Peggy Suicide" were all blasted at maximum volume. But perhaps the most musically poignant moment occurred crossing into Colorado when on shuffle "A Long December" from Counting Crows came on. The lyrics summed up how we both felt (for different reasons) starting this new year and new chapter in our lives. We took it as a sign that we were truly on the path we need to be.
More on the trip soon but for now here's a few new things I discovered on my return.
For the first time in many years I've had the opportunity to really take a break from what I do for a living, without dental reconstruction, illness or death/crisis in the family being the reason. Whew. These past five days are likely the longest consecutive stretch of time since February of 2001 that I have given my ears and brain a break on purpose. I rebooted. I needed it. We all do. That's not to say music wasn't played, quite the contrary since in my world music is as essential as air. But I only listened to exactly what I wanted to hear, without a thought of pleasing anyone but me. What a selfish twit, eh? Speaking of Twits, is it just me or is every day in the good ol' USA feeling more and more like it was written and directed by Rod Serling? I have never been more ashamed to be an American, or more afraid, and I came of age in the Nixon years.
This is some of the stuff played this week to calm my nerves and inspire a smile.
With the arrival of the updated and expanded "Physical Graffiti" album in the latest and most extensive updating of the Led Zeppelin Archives, let's sample a bit of what has been unearthed so far. In reverse order...
Can't believe I went more than a month without posting but I've been in dental reconstruction hell, as well as very busy at work. That said, here's a few new and old things that I've been cranking in the Basement Studio recently.
Took a long ride yesterday with my daughter to pick up her first car. We hopped the Amtrak to New Jersey and drove what was my Mom's car back to Maryland. It was a great "Daddy/Daughter" day of bonding and I was able to educate her on the fine art of the mixtape, since Grandma's car had a cassette player without a line-in jack for our iPods and iPhones. I knew this in advance, so before we left reached into an enormous box of my old cassettes and grabbed a few at random. On our lovely drive home I explained that these were recorded in real time from vinyl and compact disc and creating them was one of my favorite activities back in the days before home music servers. Here's a few of the tunes that had us rockin' down I-95.
don't be a jerk