Don’t start with me. I know my alphabet. But when recordsare inside ordered boxes as opposed to longuninterrupted shelves, it’s easy to sneak anartist into a box before it belongs. Bears go before Beatand Beatles, and Beachgoes before Bearsand Boys go before Houses. The other benefit of going through my collectionin this way is theContinue reading “#610: B is for The Beach Boys”
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#609: B is for The Bears
By the time I get out of the B section of the alphabet, It turns outthat Adrian Belew will have appeared threetimes in three differentpoems representing three different artists. This is his second arrival, as the front man and collaborative songwriterfor a short-lived, once-reunited, fouralbum-making band called The Bears. As much as I was interestedContinue reading “#609: B is for The Bears”
#608: B is for The Beatles
I I couldn’t have beenmore than five or sixyears old, sitting on the floor of my sister’s bedroomin front of her portable suitcase record player spinning Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Bandover and over. Too youngto understand the magnitudeof their success or brilliance, and too young to be susceptible to whatever commercial influences mighthave beenContinue reading “#608: B is for The Beatles”
#607: B is for Beat
Prologue in Prose: This is the first time during this particular endeavor (it won’t likely be the last) when I am able to listen for the first time to and write about a record I have recently purchased. I bought this triple live record by the supergroup BEAT a few weeks ago and I abstainedContinue reading “#607: B is for Beat”
#606: B is for Beach House
My music listeninghas become so obsessivethat one night I dreamabout the Beach House album. In the dream, the albumbecame like a movie I was watching. In fact, there was no music, just people doing things, saying things, none of which I can remember now, none of which had any connection to the band or the record, save thatthe image of theContinue reading “#606: B is for Beach House”
#605: B is for The Babys
The Babysopen with strings. Soften the impactbefore the giant guitar riffs begin. Appropriately, the lyrics at least in the first few songscontain a voluminoususe of the word “baby.” But these guys rockedpretty hard, despitehow cute they were, and you know, thatJohn Waite characterwould go on to havea long, successful careerbecause he could reallysing the shitContinue reading “#605: B is for The Babys”
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