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Patti Smith Performs Live at Amoeba Hollywood!

Posted by Billy Gil, October 11, 2012 08:15pm | Post a Comment

Patti Smith Live at AmoebaIt was hard to believe I was watching Patti Smith live at Amoeba today. She seems like the kind of artist who doesn't exist in real life, yet here she was sounding every bit as amazing as on her landmark first album, Horses, while launching into suicide story "Redondo Beach" at the beginning of her set. She danced and smiled her way through "April Fool," the gleeful first single from Banga, her excellent most recent album, released earlier this year. "You're so quiet ... it must be the hallowed ground of the record store," she teased the audience before launching into "Fuju-san." She introduced Banga's "This is the Girl" as being about Amy Winehouse, adding a darker shade to a beautifully rendered song about the girl "who yearned to be heard."

While her bandmates played acoustically, you could really hear Smith and how gracefully her voice has matured, sounding natural and unstrained on the newer material and projecting the wisdom of years onto her classics. She strapped on a guitar for a snarly rendition of "Banga" — but not before asking why AMC dropped The Killing. "I'll be back at 2 in the morning, we'll talk about really serious stuff," she quipped on the night of the Vice Presidential debate.

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Music History Monday: July 23

Posted by Jeff Harris, July 23, 2012 02:20pm | Post a Comment

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Remembering singer/songwriter Amy Winehouse, born Amy Jade Winehouse in Southgate, London, UK. September 14, 1983 - July 23, 2011.




Born on this day: July 23, 1961 - Musician and main songwriter for Depeche Mode, Martin L. Gore (born Martin Lee Gore in Dagenham, Essex, UK). Happy 51st Birthday, Martin!!!


On this day in music history: July 23, 1971Every Good Boy Deserves Favour, the seventh album by The Moody Blues is released. Produced by Tony Clarke, it is recorded at Wessex Studios in London from November 1970, January through March 1971. The progressive rock bands' seventh release takes its title from the student mnemonic from the notes on the treble clef of the scale. It will be their most successful and highest charting album to date, spinning off the hit single "The Story In Your Eyes" (#23 Pop). Every Good Boy Deserves Favour will peak at #2 on the Billboard Top 200.


On this day in music history: July 23, 1977 - "Looks Like We Made It" by Barry Manilow hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for one week, also topping the Adult Contemporary chart for three weeks on June 4th. Written by Richard Kerr and Will Jennings, it is issued as the third single from This One's For You. The often misinterpreted lyrics tell the story of a couple (post break-up) that have found happy and fulfilling relationships with other people, providing an ironic twist to the song's title. "Looks Like We Made It" will become Manilow's third chart-topping single and million seller.

Rest In Peace Amy Winehouse

Posted by Billyjam, July 23, 2011 10:24am | Post a Comment
       
Amy Winehouse "Valerie (live)"


According to several sources published over the past hour Amy Winehouse has died. These reports are based on a press release from the Metropolitan Police in London who wrote earlier today that, "Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased. On arrival officers found the body of a 27-year-old female who was pronounced dead at the scene. Enquiries continue into the circumstances of the death. At this early stage it is being treated as unexplained." While sadly not a total surprise this is still such tragic news. Another great talent who never got a chance to reach her true potential and live her life. Only 27...damn! Rest in peace Amy Winehouse.

(In which Job & Corey cuddle with comedy & cookies.)

Posted by Job O Brother, December 30, 2008 12:06pm | Post a Comment
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The author & his beloved celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.

It’s been a leisurely day, hanging at my boyfriend’s house. We’ve both been productive in our way; I’ve been souping up my new iPhone while he’s busied himself by setting people on fire and yanking things out of the bodies of little girls. It’s called Bio-Shock, and it’s a video game – don’t go calling the cops on my boyfriend. He almost never does those things in real life.

You know how human bodies are 55% to 60% water? I think, by now, my body is like 65% cookies. My holiday has been overwhelmed by cookies. I think I might hate them now. I’ve been bringing them to Amoeba and pushing them on our customers. If you want cookies, brother, come to the jazz room information desk at Amoeba Music Hollywood. I’ll help you find Pink Martini only if you first eat four peanut blossoms.

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Lately, when my boyfriend and I go to bed together these winter nights, we’ve been doing the same thing.
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…Er… Okay. I’m going to give you a moment to enjoy your imagination.

Okay, dear reader, if you’re quite done, I’ll tell you what we really do.

Curled beneath the covers, we’ve been watching sketch comedy on his laptop. It’s the perfect way to pass the time as you wait for the melatonin to kick in. And much more relaxing than our previous habit of watching Taliban executions and/or Carol Channing musicals. (It’s interesting to note that both will give you the same, horrific nightmares.)

(In which Job needs coffee, please.)

Posted by Job O Brother, May 8, 2007 11:31am | Post a Comment
I am not alone.

I wrote the above sentence then leaned to my right, peering into what once was my kitchen and is now something resembling Dresden after the bombing.

And so it goes.

How this guy has managed to cram a huge ladder into a kitchen so small I barely have room for the second Pop Tart included in the packet, is proof that he is no amateur. (This is what I tell myself, hoping for the best.)

Sonically, I am hidden deep inside my iPod, which just made a seamless transition from Marvin Gaye & Diana Ross’ duet album (titled, mysteriously enough, “Diana & Marvin”) to that inescapable Amy Winehouse record. Every once in a while, on average twice a decade, I find myself enjoying the same album as the rest of the country. Such is the case with “Back to Black”. It makes for boring copy though; I mean, do we really need to hear anymore talk about it?

The answer is “no”, and thankfully there’s a workman in my kitchen providing us with stories.

Last week, amidst my well-documented Vicodin haze (I’m feeling much better these days, thank you), I walked home from Amoeba, as I always do (unless Patti Smith is performing), for lunch.

Whereas normally I am greeted by the meows of my “cat”* I instead walked into a scene from “Brazil”.


Ruling out the possibility of a suicide bomber (I realize they go through a lot of training, but I live on the fourth floor of my building) I found, amongst the sea of bric-a-brac, cleaning supplies and dishware - normally so organized in my kitchen - a lone man doing to my sink and walls what I imagine Jeffery Dahmer would do to a dinner guest.

And I’ll say this about myself: I really am polite. Even when faced with an un-announced stranger tearing my home apart, I start with a simple hand-wave and “Hi,” – waiting for the appropriate social cues from the other person to indicate we can proceed to a conversation. Perhaps about the weather, last night’s game, or maybe why he’s mistaken my kitchen for a newly discovered Egyptian tomb.