He looks like a bear, at least from the picture - bearded, slope-shouldered, sleepy-eyed under amber shades and some sort of blue bandanna. He lives in Overland Park, Kansas, and is into the Raconteurs, Spoon, Lake Trout, Kings of Leon, My Morning Jacket. We haven't met.
I'm not even sure Roscoe knows he's my new best friend. The computer matched us late last night, after it went through all 6,717 songs in my digital music collection. I'm experimenting with MOG, which is a new social network for music heads.
Love recorded on Electra and in November 1967 released a light classic of the moment, Forever Changes, which Rolling Stone called the 40th greatest rock record.
Lee was an eccentric who'd walk around Sunset Strip wearing triangular shades and a single moccasin, and described himself as "the first, so-called black hippie." He was 22 when Love recorded its third album, a collage of finger-picked guitar, Mexicali horns, lush strings and drippy lyrics. The song titles alone from Forever Changes deliver a rush from the era: "Bummer in the Summer," "Maybe the People Would Be the Times or Between Clark and Hillsdale" and "The Good Humor Man He Sees Everything Like This."
This year, Van Morrison's truly coming as the Belfast Cowboy. The U.S. tour begins here, and supports Pay The Devil, where Van country fries a dozen standards by the likes of Hank Williams and George Jones.
Last night WRTI-FM's Bob Perkins announced the death of a Philly original. Rufus Harley is credited as the first jazz musician to pick the Scottish bagpipes as his instrument.
You might have heard his distinctive drone on CDs by The Roots (Do You Want More?!!!??!) and Laurie Anderson (Big Science). If you ever saw a picture of him, it would stick. He cut a distinctive swath.
So did his music.
A rocket launched. An astronaut stepped onto the moon, planting a flag. After a few jagged chords and smacks of a snare, the camera cut to a mop-headed, former WMMR-FM DJ named Mark Goodman, who sat on a desk, arms folded, announcing, "This is it! Welcome to MTV, music television, the world's first, 24-hour, stereo music-video channel."
Yes, MTV once played music videos. That was hip back then. But turning 25 isn't so hip, apparently, which is why MTV is staying in on its birthday, with no plans to mention the occasion. Not everyone's happy.
There's The Black Crowes and The Black Ox Orkestar, Fiona Apple, Damien Rice and The Teeth, Genghis Tron and Lake Trout, The Adolescents and The Editors - all sorts of acts coming around this weekend that are made for word play. Some we'd even stand in line to hear. It's the weekend already in Kamchatka, so let's drop the needle on our weekend music grab:
Her story could be captioned Exhibit A in the case for the power of musical netroots. Fiona Apple's third album was going nowhere, shelved by Sony, when songs started leaking onto the Web. First two, then all 11. Fans and critics raved. A guerrilla campaign, called Free Fiona, which involved the mass mailing of foam apples, helped win the record's release. And so last October, the label finally released Extraordinary Machines. And it was extraordinary. The emotive waif with the emerald eyes comes to town Friday to play the Tweeter Center. Listen to this feature/interview from NPR upon the CD's October release. This would be a good show if it were Fiona alone. But you get Damien Rice opening for her, and David Garza opening for him. Rice is the Irishman, whose tender "Cold Water" was used to such strong effect in The Girl In The Cafe. It's from 2003's winning O.
Santana's Lotus, Live in Japan? $80.
The Stones' Exile on Main Street with those 12 postcards, mint? $120.
Today's viral video was sent by a secret pal at the Daily News who knew we could not pass on the brothers Vaughan sharing one guitar.