For Stan Kenton, et al..

Is the whole subgenre of "bachelor pad music" basically just a bunch of white guys in big bands doing bebop?

he is long gone...

R.I.P. Syd Barrett.

the problem with Stockhausen (liner note whore chronicles)

I'm doing a paper on Gesang der Junglinge (comparing it with Berio's Thema: Omaggio a Joyce in terms of manipulated voices) and of course the only place you can find any of Stockhausen's non-KONTAKTE early work on compact disc is his own website. I don't begrudge the man control over his vast body of work but they are rather pricey. Yay libraries! Of course when thumbing through the rather extensive liner notes I changed my mind. Exhaustively detailed tome-esque liner notes connote worth it!


I'M THE OPERATOR WITH MY POCKET CALCULATOR!

bye bye Ivor

Ivor Cutler, R.I.P.

the arcade fire

Took me long enough but finally I have a found a new favorite song that's got me flailing all over the universe! Fills me up with good feelings like a favorite song should: "Neighborhood #3 (power out)" by The Arcade Fire. They remind me of Animal Collective and also the Elephant 6 collective.

another reason why I can't totally hate Beck

Apparently this little ditty was written for a fashion show.

sounds of my subcontinent

At the behest of my friend Bryan, I am changing this blah blog into a music blog. YEHYEH!