Lake Street Dive sings “Take On Me.”
That’s not A-ha’s version, but it’s a lot better. At least she doesn’t have to hike up her chonies to hit the high notes. The bass player is hot and the trumpet dweeb is killer.
Ry Cooder is a classic American guitarist. You’ve heard his stuff even if you don’t know his name. Watch for Harry Dean Stanton in this clip.
William S. Levise, Jr. (aka Mitch Ryder) was entirely awesome and way ahead of his time, even though he was echoing bluesmen who weren’t getting credit or pay for their songs. Yeah, he ripped them off.
It’s an interesting arrangement that gives the Keaton Music Typewriter its distinctive look. In terms of engineering, thanks to a curved meter on the left that Keaton called the Scale Shift Handle and Scale Shift Indicator, it’s easy to control exactly where the notes and characters fall on the page. By moving the handle up or down a notch, the typewriter adjusts to print 1/24 inch in either direction. Moving one notch up or down will cause the character to fall one musical step either way.
It appears that the typed sheet music in the museum display (the 2nd image) is turned 90 degrees from the way the machine types, or perhaps it’s a different model.
[Images and text found here; Original Patent here; Video here.]
There is a reason that she’s referred to as Alexandria Occasional Cortex. (Dude wouldn’t post my polite comment either, even though I’ve been linking to his site for years.)
We took an unscheduled trip recently, and Bunkessa had some observations about the plane flights: “They treat us like children.”
“Get in line. No talking.” “We’re not going anywhere until you buckle your seat belt.” “Sit up straight.” “Put your toys away.” “We’re turning off the lights so you can sleep.” “BTW, you’re grounded until we say otherwise.” “Curfew is at 11PM.” “Once we land, you may go to the Carousel.”
I had no idea of Lockwood’s pedigree when he showed up at an early morning jazz appreciation class I took in college. For him, it was all about the blues, and his lecture/demonstration blew me away.
He was taught guitar by Robert Johnson (1911-1938), the legendary King of the Delta Blues (and the Grandfather of Rock and Roll) hence the nickname Robert “Junior.”
Most of Robert Johnson’s songs have been covered by modern musicians, but I hadn’t heard the original “Hellhound On My Trail” until today. It’s got unusual chord patterns and rhythms:
You sprinkled hot foot powder All around your daddy’s door.
Here’s Eric Clapton’s version from 2004, and it’s just as disturbing.
Have a great weekend, folks, and remember that everything’s gonna be alright.
Rail bicycling looks like fun out in the open, but it would spook the hell out of me on the bridges. One rogue gust of wind blows you away, one mis-timed tunnel and you go splat. Nice vid with nice music.
Bo Diddley was a national treasure who got ripped off big time by the recording industry, partly due to his own ignorance of copyright law. The vid is from about 2008.
We lost another Great One this past week.
R.I.P. Richard Anthony Monsour aka Dick Dale (1937- 2019).
Have a great weekend, folks. See you back here in 24 or more.
