everytime I listen to “Mother Of Pearl” by Roxy Music and “Farewell Ride” by Beck I just wish I had a cigarette. It seems like the kind of music that you should be smoking fiercely for some reason. I’ve got them in a cross-fade opening mix where Mother Of Pearl fades directly into the dirty blues stomp riff of Farewell Ride. It’s mind-bending in a gosh-I’m-working-through-some-anger way. I’m thinking about winding it down with Tom Waits’ Cold Cold Ground tacked onto the back of Farewell Ride. Sort of a love festering into drugs into death mix.
Happy father’s day! ;-p
Seriously, there’s nothing like funk and dirty blues on a hot summer day.
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Oh, talk about collective conscious–I’m all into reading about “Spore” now, and ironically it turns out that Brian Eno is involved with it some way. The same Brian Eno of Roxy Music. Weird. I feel like such a cog in a machine.
