<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275</id><updated>2011-08-26T10:34:34.960-07:00</updated><category term='The Sadies'/><category term='Jethro Tull'/><category term='The BEATLES- Rubber Soul'/><category term='The Four Seasons'/><category term='Green Day'/><category term='The Graduate-1968'/><category term='Tom Waits-Closing Time'/><category term='Elvis Costello'/><category term='The Doors- Strange Days'/><category term='Janis Joplin- Cheap Thrills'/><category term='Neil Young- After The Gold Rush'/><category term='Mark Knopfler- Local Hero'/><category term='Ry Cooder- Paris'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Top Ten Vinyl Re-issues of 2008'/><category term='RY COODER- GET RHYTHM'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='THE POGUES-'/><category term='Crystal Gayle- One From The Heart-1982'/><category term='Churches'/><category term='Aqualung'/><category term='John Doe'/><category term='The BYRDS- Tambourine Man'/><category term='Alt-country'/><category term='The Rolling Stones- Sticky Fingers'/><category term='The Mission- Ennio Morricone'/><category term='Billie Holiday- Stormy Blues'/><category term='My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts-  Brian Eno and David Byrne'/><category term='The Who- Who&apos;s Next?'/><category term='Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros- Global a Go-go'/><category term='CSN'/><category term='Gram Parsons GR'/><category term='The Sex Pistols-Holiday in the sun 7&quot; on white Vinyl'/><category term='Bryan Ferry- Boys and Girls-1985'/><category term='John Prine- Bruised Orange'/><category term='VAN MORRISON- ASTRAL WEEKS'/><category term='Vivaldi'/><category term='Tom Waits'/><category term='R.L. Burnside- Come On In'/><category term='Ella and Louis- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong'/><category term='Rod Stewart- Never A Dull Moment'/><category term='Something Wild -1986'/><category term='Screamin&apos; Jay Hawkins'/><category term='Patsy Cline'/><category term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>THE VINYL PRINCESS</title><subtitle type='html'>"The MP3 has dismantled the intended shape of an album" -Elvis Costello</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-6262244843600467120</id><published>2009-09-24T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:41:33.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The VInyl Princess is moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SrvKpVY2KsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xJ8f2aJBNng/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SrvKpVY2KsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xJ8f2aJBNng/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385120590916364994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, we're moving! And when I say "WE", I  hope that means you too. My new website is up and ready for houseguests. Go to www.thevinylprincess.com to check it out and follow me. You'll probably be happy to learn that I'm not taking the faux leopard pole lamp but all the vinyl is coming with me. C'mon over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The VP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-6262244843600467120?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6262244843600467120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=6262244843600467120' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6262244843600467120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6262244843600467120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/vinyl-princess-is-moving.html' title='The VInyl Princess is moving!'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SrvKpVY2KsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xJ8f2aJBNng/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7060065732746894562</id><published>2009-08-02T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T18:54:42.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Doe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sadies'/><title type='text'>John Doe and The Sadies- Country Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SnZDTewOUTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eGangI4ZW3c/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SnZDTewOUTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eGangI4ZW3c/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365550008010428722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Doe wears a lot of hats (X, the Knitters, and his solo stuff)  and, although he's no stranger to cowboy hats, I think this is the first "Countrypolitan" record he's made in a while. He says he made a drunken promise  to Travis and Dallas Goode (of the Sadies, a great band in their own right) when they were playing together in Toronto but those promises are usually forgotten. This one was not and the result is a pretty incredible record that combines a lot of really great songs with some top notch musicianship. There's four originals on this one, three by the Sadies, and one by Exene Cervenka, Doe, and the amazing Kathleen Edwards who sings on a few numbers too. The rest are standards or semi-standards made famous and written by the who's who of the country music world: Willie Nelson, Ray Price, Hank Snow, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings. Tammy Wynette, Hank Williams, Porter Wagoner. There isn't a dud on this whole record. I love it as an ensemble piece. I also love that this is not a Nashville style album (no strings, no horns, no choirs, no bullshit), this record is Cosmo Country right out of Bakersfield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7060065732746894562?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7060065732746894562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7060065732746894562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7060065732746894562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7060065732746894562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-doe-and-sadies-country-club.html' title='John Doe and The Sadies- Country Club'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SnZDTewOUTI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eGangI4ZW3c/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-4903031949461405227</id><published>2009-06-23T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:34:02.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis Costello'/><title type='text'>ELVIS COSTELLO- Secret, Profane and Sugarcane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SkGQY7jCRfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0j5MHk36YLE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SkGQY7jCRfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0j5MHk36YLE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350716590268761586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I begin by saying how very inspiring it is for the Vinyl Princess to see artists releasing their albums on Vinyl again (happy sigh). While the rest of the world goes off in alarming directions, it appears that the music world is coming back around to Vinyl and what could be better than that? Elvis Costello's new album is a work of art.  The artwork on the cover looks like vintage tarot cards with my favorite bird, a crow, right there in the middle. The pen and ink of Elvis on the back is just what I want to think of when I see him in my mind. This is a double gatefold album and the lyrics are wordy so it takes a minute to get through them all but do it, they're brilliant. On to the music: Produced by T-Bone Burnett, who rarely disappoints, a mandolin figures heavily on many songs and the gracious Jim Lauderdale sings harmonies. The songs themselves are like clever short stories with a beginning, a middle, an end, a good plot and even a few sub-plots. I was on board right out of the gate with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Down Among the Wines and Spirits&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complicated Shadows&lt;/span&gt;, of course. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sulphur to Sugarcane&lt;/span&gt; is my fave on the record and loads of fun and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Was No Good&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty song that required several listens before I figured out what he was talking about. Listening to this album is like losing yourself in a great book. Mine, by the way, is signed by the man himself. Yup, I looked him right in the eye. I may even have touched him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-4903031949461405227?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4903031949461405227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=4903031949461405227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/4903031949461405227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/4903031949461405227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/elvis-costello-secret-profane-and.html' title='ELVIS COSTELLO- Secret, Profane and Sugarcane'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SkGQY7jCRfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0j5MHk36YLE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-5828791251705010463</id><published>2009-06-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:34:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinyl Saturday- June 20th</title><content type='html'>http://idolator.com/5238702/will-vinyl-saturday-drag-people-back-to-the-record-stores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-5828791251705010463?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5828791251705010463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=5828791251705010463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5828791251705010463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5828791251705010463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/06/vinyl-saturday-june-20th.html' title='Vinyl Saturday- June 20th'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-5205717148307387810</id><published>2009-05-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:39:47.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><title type='text'>And now a word about censorship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ShsB72GqZoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ytuGXVvOS7s/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ShsB72GqZoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ytuGXVvOS7s/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339863910825223810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ShsB1l6WOQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yRNbzDza1xs/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ShsB1l6WOQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yRNbzDza1xs/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339863803399387394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Green Day album, ironically titled " 21st Century Breakdown" will not be appearing at your friendly neighborhood Walmart store any time soon. That Walmart would suggest to a recording artist that they require them to edit the content of their art in order for it to be acceptable in their soulless mega-monster stores, which profit off the backs of slave labor in developing countries, is beyond absurd. My bigger point, however, is that we shouldn't be looking for this album at Walmart anyway. Walmart can continue on, as they always have, selling crap to the masses but I'm happy that they are leaving music in the hands of the people who know what they're doing. Buy your Green Day albums at indie record stores. Album sales for "21st Century Breakdown" surpassed 200,000 in the first few days of hitting the stores without the help of Walmart.  Yeah, we don't need your greedy paws all over our music. Thanks, Green Day. Rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-5205717148307387810?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5205717148307387810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=5205717148307387810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5205717148307387810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5205717148307387810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-now-word-about-censorship.html' title='And now a word about censorship'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ShsB72GqZoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ytuGXVvOS7s/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1751100505303955096</id><published>2009-04-07T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:20:29.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patsy Cline'/><title type='text'>Patsy Cline's Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdumROmij4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ihvJgWQkb7I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdumROmij4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ihvJgWQkb7I/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322030199576104834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I don't have a deep catalogue on Patsy. I adore her, sure, but I find myself going back to the same tunes, the ones I know the words to, over and over. Fortunately, on Patsy Cline's Greatest Hits, there is a song for damn near every occasion involving the opposite or the same sex, whichever the case may be. Patsy's focus is mostly on the tunes of the Cheatin' and Hurtin' variety, a modern day therapist would most certainly call her a victim but it just feels so good to throw Patsy on the turntable when someone's done you wrong. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy &lt;/span&gt;is  my number one on this LP, a classic of classics, ditto for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Dreams, I Fall to Pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Strange, She's Got You, Why Can't He Be You?, Leavin' on Your Mind, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're Stronger Than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;. The coolest thing about Patsy though, is that there's always an "I Will Survive" quality to her voice, no matter how sad the song, she inspires you to get back on the horse and ride off into the sunset in search of the next heartbreaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1751100505303955096?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1751100505303955096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1751100505303955096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1751100505303955096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1751100505303955096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/04/patsy-clines-greatest-hits.html' title='Patsy Cline&apos;s Greatest Hits'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdumROmij4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ihvJgWQkb7I/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7729134562284035847</id><published>2009-04-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:07:59.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screamin&apos; Jay Hawkins'/><title type='text'>SCREAMIN' JAY HAWKINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdZB0nkpCgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h1SrsL6Vrn0/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdZB0nkpCgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h1SrsL6Vrn0/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320512382016489986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdZBrWYM_1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/F-RdtCJLiAc/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdZBrWYM_1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/F-RdtCJLiAc/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320512222782095186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of this album, a guy called "Vinyl Demon" (and I'm pretty sure we'll be meeting in  a dark alley someday) says "Jalacey Hawkins is not an ordinary man and this is not an ordinary record. Play it and be damned". Screamin' Jay Hawkins was colorful, to say the least, he had a sort of a Vincent Price esthetic onstage, emerging from coffins, wearing capes and turbans and carrying a skull named Henry. He also had a flare for pyrotechnics, which got him into a lot of trouble and he dabbled in voodoo, obviously. Showmanship aside though, Hawkins was dazzling and if you haven't spent a little time with "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Put A Spell On You&lt;/span&gt;", I suggest you do so immediately because there's nothing on earth quite like it. It defies description.  The Rock and Roll Hall of fame lists it as one of the 500 songs that shaped rock and roll. In his later career, Hawkins became something of a cult figure, appearing in the Jim Jarmusch film "Mystery Train" and touring with Nick Cave and the clash. Hawkins died in 2000 leaving behind 75 offspring(!). The rest of the album pales in comparison to the first cut but I adore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Demon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Made Me Love You&lt;/span&gt; and Hawkin's version of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love Paris &lt;/span&gt;is as good as it gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7729134562284035847?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7729134562284035847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7729134562284035847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7729134562284035847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7729134562284035847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/04/screamin-jay-hawkins.html' title='SCREAMIN&apos; JAY HAWKINS'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SdZB0nkpCgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/h1SrsL6Vrn0/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-3816404509477208737</id><published>2009-03-28T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:56:37.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RY COODER- GET RHYTHM'/><title type='text'>Ry Cooder- GET RHYTHM (1987)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/Sc6cbJYxnhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7CZGTn8wUyM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/Sc6cbJYxnhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7CZGTn8wUyM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318360200161369618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry Cooder is a manic virtuoso of sorts. I've suspected that he has that genius aptitude for music that drives some musicians over to the dark side but Ry's worked tirelessly exploring a gazillion genre's of almost forgotten music and performed his unique brand of CPR on them, a Midas touch to say the very least. He got me listening to The Pahinui Brothers and Ali Farka Toure and The musicians of the Buena Vista Social club would have faded off into nothing had Ry not stepped in and made them a force to be reckoned with, not to mention he restored the dignity to the mostly aging members that they surely deserve. Anyhoo, before all that, Ry put out some pretty righteous records and my fave of them all is GET RHYTHM. This is a sexy, fun, drive to nowhere kind of CD that I reserve for those days when I'm feeling particularly kick-ass. Right out of the Gate, Johnny Cash's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get Rhythm&lt;/span&gt; is  HOT and one can't help but admire Ry's unique guitar stylings. Elvis's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Shook Up&lt;/span&gt; is a different song in Ry's hands. Chuck Berry's  13 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question Method&lt;/span&gt; is funky sexy. My Five star pick on this record in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Across The Borderline&lt;/span&gt;, performed with Harry Dean Stanton- who was eighty at the time (and he's still eighty, go figure, I suspect a pact with the devil)  This one will pull at your heart strings and make you long for a witness relocation program that takes you to the undiscovered West, if there were still an undiscovered West, that is. Check it out, it's a helluva record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-3816404509477208737?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3816404509477208737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=3816404509477208737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3816404509477208737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3816404509477208737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/ry-cooder-get-rhythm-1987.html' title='Ry Cooder- GET RHYTHM (1987)'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/Sc6cbJYxnhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7CZGTn8wUyM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-2230448042275390568</id><published>2009-03-21T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:30:50.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Prine- Bruised Orange'/><title type='text'>JOHN PRINE- Bruised Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ScV4kBLZ_oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AAbG1BCaQp4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ScV4kBLZ_oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AAbG1BCaQp4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315787495367638658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, John Prine's fifth record, produced by the late Steve Goodman, was given to me by a guy who claimed to have stolen a box of them off the back of an idling truck. He didn't know who John Prine was and thought I might. Hell yes, I know. John Prine wrote what I consider to be one of the best songs ever written "Hello In There." A song that will literally rip your heart out and show it to you, still beating. Bruised Orange though, song for song, is my favorite album. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Whistle, If You Don't Want My Love&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruised Orange (Chain Of Sorrow)&lt;/span&gt;, respectively #1,#3, and #5 are lyrically the kind of songs that make you weak in the knees and have you dialing ex-boyfriends in the wee hours (been there, done that, don't do it). But seriously, This album is jam-packed with moments, riffs, and the deeply poetic stuff we've come to expect from the iconic singer-songwriter Prine has become since he stopped delivering mail in Chicago. Oh, and I'd be amiss if I didn't mention "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crooked Piece Of Time" &lt;/span&gt; just when you thought it was okay to leave the house. This album is easy to find on Vinyl for a few bucks so try not to steal it or even borrow it cause you'll never give it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-2230448042275390568?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2230448042275390568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=2230448042275390568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2230448042275390568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2230448042275390568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-prine-bruised-orange.html' title='JOHN PRINE- Bruised Orange'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/ScV4kBLZ_oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AAbG1BCaQp4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-8683280283686387147</id><published>2009-02-27T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:44:00.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alt-country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Churches'/><title type='text'>Cowboy Junkies- The Trinity Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SahsTxyEalI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aLov8O0kSDE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SahsTxyEalI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aLov8O0kSDE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307611247892785746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Junkies recently went back to the Trinity Church in Toronto to re-record those 12 oh-so beautiful songs originally recorded twenty years ago. The original Band Members: the sexy, hushed chanteuse Margot Timmins and her song-writing brother , Michael, her other brother, Peter, on drums and Alan Anton on Bass, were joined by some artists who were shaped by the original; Natalie Merchant, Ryan Adams, and Vic Chestnut. I think it should be in stores today.  Back to the original though, naturally, this is a seminal album, the selection of tunes: Hank William's "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry (my own personal favorite version of the song), Lou Reed's "Sweet Jane" and "Blue Moon Revisited" (holy Shit, it's gorgeous), combined with the acoustics in that cool old church in 1987 (and THANK CHRIST, they didn't tear it down, oops sorry, Christ does live there, doesn't he?). The whole thing took fourteen hours to record. I  suppose that would account for the organic feel of  this record, nothing here feels forced or staged. The album was snapped up by RCA and sold a million copies and it lives on and on and on, as it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-8683280283686387147?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8683280283686387147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=8683280283686387147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8683280283686387147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8683280283686387147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/02/cowboy-junkies-trinity-sessions.html' title='Cowboy Junkies- The Trinity Sessions'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SahsTxyEalI/AAAAAAAAAFU/aLov8O0kSDE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-3017679051638849530</id><published>2009-01-29T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T13:52:40.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aqualung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jethro Tull'/><title type='text'>Jethro Tull, Aqualung</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SYIk-P3QQXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/me7MPDT5LZ4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SYIk-P3QQXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/me7MPDT5LZ4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296836763569897842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The song &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;, as a 70's rock anthem, is right up there with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stairway To Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. Although Ian Anderson denies that this album is a concept album, one wonders. There seems to be a distinct message running through it, a liberal anti-church and state rant, and side one seems to be about six distinctly different characters. I'm a flute lover and Ian Anderson on stage doing his thing is a pretty cool thing to behold. Some of the songs on this record are heavily layered. complex, deeply messaged and all the rest a girl like me looks for in anthem rock. Others, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheap Day Return&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wond'ring Aloud, Mother Goose,&lt;/span&gt; are more acoustic. The album artwork, a painting of the Aqualung character is something that you don't forget, definitely a cover for the ages. This was the first album recorded at Island Studios in London. Ironically Led Zeppelin's fourth album was being recorded simultaneously in a different, smaller studio. Although it's difficult to describe the listening experience one encounters while this record is playing, I can say with great confidence that there is nothing else on earth like Aqualung. Dropping acid while listening is optional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-3017679051638849530?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3017679051638849530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=3017679051638849530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3017679051638849530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3017679051638849530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/jethro-tull-aqualung.html' title='Jethro Tull, Aqualung'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SYIk-P3QQXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/me7MPDT5LZ4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1661895739023890878</id><published>2009-01-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:46:38.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The BYRDS- Tambourine Man'/><title type='text'>The Byrds- Mr. Tambourine Man- 1965</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXjM_TTDODI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c5YbwX1bNTw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXjM_TTDODI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c5YbwX1bNTw/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294206749858019378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Byrds always follow the Beatles on my record shelf. Mostly because they both take up some serious space. Also because, in the beginning, the Byrds were inspired by the Beatles. Roger McGuinn was a total folkie at the time but he brought that unmistakable jangly 12 string sound that the band became famous for. Gene Clark wrote all those great tunes that you still hum in the shower and then the band's vocal harmonies became synonymous with the Southern California coast where it all happened. I like this first album a lot, the staff: McGuinn, Clark, Hillman, David Crosby (Pre CSN) and Michael Clarke on drums changed as the years passed and we'll get to that when I  talk about "Sweetheart Of The Rodeo" and the Gram infusion . "Mr Tambourine Man" was embraced at first for the Dylan covers but, as time passed, songs like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here Without You&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll Feel A Whole Lot Better&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Knew I'd Want You&lt;/span&gt; garnered the attention they deserved. Gene Clark should be partly credited with making the early Byrds (get it) what they were, He wrote some very enduring songs. For the rest, they were a tight band with stellar vocal harmonies and great musicianship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1661895739023890878?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1661895739023890878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1661895739023890878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1661895739023890878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1661895739023890878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/byrds-mr-tambourine-man-1965.html' title='The Byrds- Mr. Tambourine Man- 1965'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXjM_TTDODI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c5YbwX1bNTw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-2198510551024972616</id><published>2009-01-17T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:28:28.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The BEATLES- Rubber Soul'/><title type='text'>The BEATLES- Rubber Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXI_Cfe-QII/AAAAAAAAAE0/m83kxtuSRkc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXI_Cfe-QII/AAAAAAAAAE0/m83kxtuSRkc/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361824157450370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded in just over four weeks, "Rubber Soul" was released in 1965 and  immediately regarded as an artistic achievement of the highest level. I don't know about any of that, I just love how it jump starts your groove with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Car&lt;/span&gt; and then it takes a sharp right turn into &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norwegian Wood&lt;/span&gt; featuring George on Sitar (This was about when he was inspired by Indian music and took lessons from Ravi Shankar). Apparently, the song is about an affair that John had, written cryptically so his wife wouldn't figure out (Uh, how dumb was she?). That, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt; might be Lennon's best ballads. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michelle, Looking Through&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Won't See Me&lt;/span&gt; are what's become enduring classic Paul McCartney and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Life&lt;/span&gt; was the last song that John and Paul wrote together before their friendship turned sour, and, considering that, how very poignant. Rubber Soul seems to me to be the mpoheads emergence from Beatlemania and marks their plunging themselves into serious, ponderous, thoughtful songwriting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-2198510551024972616?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2198510551024972616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=2198510551024972616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2198510551024972616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2198510551024972616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/beatles-rubber-soul.html' title='The BEATLES- Rubber Soul'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SXI_Cfe-QII/AAAAAAAAAE0/m83kxtuSRkc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1641880806451199162</id><published>2009-01-14T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:33:16.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Doors- Strange Days'/><title type='text'>The Doors- Strange Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SW5oB3nM-pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u4LoN9RPyQ4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SW5oB3nM-pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u4LoN9RPyQ4/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291280993524447890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along to other 40(ish) year-old albums. I present to you "Strange Days". People might say that the Door's first was their best but those of us who like to cross over to the dark side and wallow in a Morrison induced funk seem to enjoy "Strange Days". Besides the catchier and more accessible &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Me Two Times&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People Are Strange&lt;/span&gt;, there's a mixed bag of Morrison at his most poetic and theatrical and visceral. The atmospheric &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Horse Latitudes&lt;/span&gt; is like being at a Poetry Brawl and the eleven minute &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When The Music's Over&lt;/span&gt; is erotically political and self-indulgent in a way that only Morrison could pull off. It's hard to listen to the Doors and not feel the tragedy that befell Morrison but I sometimes think that it adds to the poignancy of their work. Ray Manzarek's signature organ is everpresent on this album and I think he added so much more to the doors than he's often given credit for. It must have been hard to watch Jim gyrate in his tight leather pants while he plunked away at his organ behind him. This LP is one of those timeless things that I'll be listening to till the end of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1641880806451199162?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1641880806451199162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1641880806451199162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1641880806451199162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1641880806451199162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/doors-strange-days.html' title='The Doors- Strange Days'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SW5oB3nM-pI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u4LoN9RPyQ4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-8738951193226927105</id><published>2009-01-08T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:21:26.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAN MORRISON- ASTRAL WEEKS'/><title type='text'>Van Morrison- Astral Weeks 1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWbCiydnhXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aGI0cXOznx0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWbCiydnhXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aGI0cXOznx0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289128715310564722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? How'd it get to be Thursday? God, that is what day it is, right? I lost a couple of days to the Pogues. Once I got started with those knuckleheads I couldn't stop.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I've been wondering about Van Morrison. He recently revisited "Astral Weeks" at the Hollywood Bowl a full FORTY years after it was first recorded  (I'll be reviewing that for caughtinthecarousel.com) and I was thinking about the original. Recorded in 1968 when Van was in his twenties, this album showcases all that he was and, for the most part, still is. His voice has clarity and unflinching direction and he's over-confident and richly gospelly/bluesy and you can lay back and listen to this record for as long as it takes to ge there. My top cut is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Way Young Lovers Do. &lt;/span&gt;It makes me miss the sixties even though I was far from being born. Next best is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madame George&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cyprus Avenue.&lt;/span&gt; A lot of people like Moondance but I think that's because it's more tuneful, more of a sing-along in the car kind of record. Astral Weeks is like you get in the car but you gotta let Van drive, because he knows every curve in the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-8738951193226927105?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8738951193226927105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=8738951193226927105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8738951193226927105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8738951193226927105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/van-morrison-astral-weeks-1968.html' title='Van Morrison- Astral Weeks 1968'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWbCiydnhXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aGI0cXOznx0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7037667457959967364</id><published>2009-01-03T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:35:33.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE POGUES-'/><title type='text'>The POGUES- RUM, SODOMY, and the LASH-1985</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWAD6zQWN8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dHe8pWZ6pqg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWAD6zQWN8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dHe8pWZ6pqg/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287230271259031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the Pogues....LOVE them. They're a rollicking, brawling, In-your-face Celtic, Punk-Ass, bunch of buffoons but they are SO good. Rum, Sodomy &amp;amp; the Lash was produced by Elvis Costello and he brings out the band's best, most notably Shane MacGowan and most notable of the cuts, "Dirty Old Town" and "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" both covers, but Brilliant. On "The Sick Bed of Chuchulainn", You'll forgive Shane everything and maybe even lend him money, knowing you'll never see it again.  After Shane left, I dunno, seems like  a lot of the Pogues spirit left with him but you can only take someone barfing on your shoes and sleeping with your girlfriend for so long I guess. This album is an easy find and a gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7037667457959967364?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7037667457959967364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7037667457959967364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7037667457959967364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7037667457959967364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/pogues-rum-sodomy-and-lash-1985.html' title='The POGUES- RUM, SODOMY, and the LASH-1985'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SWAD6zQWN8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/dHe8pWZ6pqg/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-6887494751079022474</id><published>2009-01-01T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:51:09.658-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Ten Vinyl Re-issues of 2008'/><title type='text'>TOP TEN VINYL RE-ISSUES in 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SV0sotEbdII/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLMC3g8Jm70/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SV0sotEbdII/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLMC3g8Jm70/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286430615407391874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vinyl Collecting in 2009. Below I've assembled a list of raddest re-issues of 2008.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cannonball Adderly-Soul Zodiac (Capital)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The Beach Boys- Pet Sounds (on 180 gran vinyl, Capital)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jimi Hendrix- Band of Gypsys (limited edition fiery red 180 gram vinyl-Capital/EMI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. R.E.M. - Document (Capital/EMI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Van Morrison- Tupelo Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Cream- Disraeli Gears (Polydor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Cat Stevens- Tea For The Tillerman (A&amp;amp;M)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Supertramp- Breakfast in America (A&amp;amp;M)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Nick Drake- Pink Moon (Island)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Charlie Mingus- Mingus Ah Um (originally issued  in 1959, now on 180 gram vinyl, audiophile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-6887494751079022474?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6887494751079022474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=6887494751079022474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6887494751079022474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6887494751079022474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-ten-vinyl-re-issues-in-2008.html' title='TOP TEN VINYL RE-ISSUES in 2008'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SV0sotEbdII/AAAAAAAAAEU/tLMC3g8Jm70/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7694128719232763887</id><published>2008-12-29T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:43:23.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gram Parsons GR'/><title type='text'>Gram Parsons- GP-1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVk2TRY1tBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ndFknF8Aio/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVk2TRY1tBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ndFknF8Aio/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285315342408987666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVk2H-zhwOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qw4C1wjZssU/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVk2H-zhwOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qw4C1wjZssU/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285315148442091746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing out the year with a legend. Perhaps you're already one of the gazillions of fans who worship at the altar of Gram but I never tire of talking about him. I like GP because on this record Gram found a soul mate in Emmylou Harris and the magical harmonizing ensued. "She" remains my favorite Gram song. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Soft Shoe&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Mouth Blues&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll Sweep Out The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ashes In The  Morning&lt;/span&gt; are all Soul movers. People say that this album doesn't have the edge that say "Gilded Palace Of Sin" or "Grievous Angel" has  but I just think it's so damn sweet and that's what I think Gram was. He was a sweet guy. A Fuck up sure, but a sweet one. Gram, in his short but shiny career, influenced more musicians than I have room for on this blog. This record is a gem, not to be hidden away but to be played over and over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7694128719232763887?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7694128719232763887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7694128719232763887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7694128719232763887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7694128719232763887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/gram-parsons-gp-1973.html' title='Gram Parsons- GP-1973'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVk2TRY1tBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_ndFknF8Aio/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-3526863056415015550</id><published>2008-12-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:38:54.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Ferry- Boys and Girls-1985'/><title type='text'>Bryan Ferry- Boys and Girls-1985</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVaPFcK2xMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxNYET-kmNk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVaPFcK2xMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxNYET-kmNk/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568536389698754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm happy or unhappy that I was born too late to enjoy the vastly vapid days of disco but the closest I get to a disco beat is Bryan Ferry and  how I love him. First of all, he's sexy as hell. He would get my vote just for the way he dresses but he completely does me in with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slave to Love&lt;/span&gt; I mean...right? Admittedly, he's spotty on his other solo releases and he should really stop with the covers that have been covered and covered but "Boys and Girls" is about the best album I own for dancing in your underwear under a mirror ball. Barring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slave to Love&lt;/span&gt;, the cuts on this album tend to blend into each other but there's a soulfulness to the throbbing. No one can mean it quite like Bryan. Guest musicians include Mark Knopfler and David Gilmour. Although they don't get all experimental on this album, their sound is unmistakable and they certainly add  a little somethin' somethin' to it. Check it out. Mirror ball not included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-3526863056415015550?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3526863056415015550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=3526863056415015550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3526863056415015550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/3526863056415015550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/bryan-ferry-boys-and-girls-1985.html' title='Bryan Ferry- Boys and Girls-1985'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVaPFcK2xMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UxNYET-kmNk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-5685111689647621658</id><published>2008-12-25T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:02:26.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Graduate-1968'/><title type='text'>And finally- The Graduate-1968</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVQ7Dem9cQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2JI0fXAX6nA/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVQ7Dem9cQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2JI0fXAX6nA/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283913193754554626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I said that I was done with soundtrack week but I suddenly remembered that I'd forgotten "The Graduate". First of all, GREAT movie, and may I add that I am generally not a Mike Nichols fan but this movie is his swansong and apparently his rock and roll has put on weight since then. At Christmas, I generally like to drag out a vintage film and eat chocolate and this year, The Graduate was my Christmas film. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I recognize that one really does have to be a Simon and Garfunkel fan to appreciate this one but really...who isn't? Best song on the LP, naturally "Mrs. Robinson" (buyer beware: Both versions on the soundtrack are shortened for the film. For the full album length see: Bookends). The composed cuts by Dave Grusin are also fun. I think the thing I like so much about this soundtrack is that it so eloquently evokes the era.  Okay, this is really it, I'm moving on. Stay tuned for my top ten LP re-issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-5685111689647621658?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5685111689647621658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=5685111689647621658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5685111689647621658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5685111689647621658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-finally-graduate-1968.html' title='And finally- The Graduate-1968'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVQ7Dem9cQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2JI0fXAX6nA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-8041960527384964144</id><published>2008-12-22T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:12:59.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crystal Gayle- One From The Heart-1982'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waits'/><title type='text'>THE BEST FOR LAST-One From The Heart- Tom Waits and Crystal Gayle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVA7D3ZgjJI/AAAAAAAAADs/WOBRNMcIZJY/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVA7D3ZgjJI/AAAAAAAAADs/WOBRNMcIZJY/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282787300502178962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One From The Heart was a movie directed by Francis Ford Coppola. It was a very expensive bomb, probably because they tried to recreate Las Vegas on a Hollywood backlot. DO NOT let that deter you from running to your nearest used record outlet and snapping up this soundtrack. Every second of it is divine. The unlikely coupling of Crystal Gayle and Tom Waits was genius. Tom met his wife, Kathleen Brennan while recording it too, they're still together. The important thing though, is the music. For Instance: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picking Up After You.&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Roses are Dead and the Violets are too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm sick and tired of picking up after you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken Bicycles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Boyfriends&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They Look you up when they're in town. To see if they can still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; burn you down&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Beg Your Pardon.&lt;/span&gt;....great songs, great poetry, great instrumentation, all moody and attitudey with horns and pianos that sound like they're coming from an empty nightclub while an old guy sweeps up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-8041960527384964144?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8041960527384964144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=8041960527384964144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8041960527384964144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/8041960527384964144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-for-last-one-from-heart-tom-waits.html' title='THE BEST FOR LAST-One From The Heart- Tom Waits and Crystal Gayle'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SVA7D3ZgjJI/AAAAAAAAADs/WOBRNMcIZJY/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-6170329799154938472</id><published>2008-12-21T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:08:57.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something Wild -1986'/><title type='text'>Something Wild for Soundtrack week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU6-RXeCK4I/AAAAAAAAADk/8scPes_6DH8/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU6-RXeCK4I/AAAAAAAAADk/8scPes_6DH8/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282368618519210882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From it's opening credits where the camera is skimming across the water, closing in on Manhattan featuring David Byrne singing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loca De Amor&lt;/span&gt; with Celia Cruz, this movie is a fun ride. The cool thing about Jonathan Demme is that he knows his music and his soundtracks always make his movies extremely memorable. Throw in Ray Liotta, early in his career, as an amoral con man and how can you possibly go wrong? Literally every track on the soundtrack is good. It features Oingo Boingo, the Fine Young Cannibals, UB40, New Order, Jimmy Cliff, Sonny Okossum and a bonus cool rap of "Wild Thing" over the closing credits by Sister Carol. The album art is also cool with Mexican Folk Art on the backside. Something Wild appeals to the bad girl in all of us.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-6170329799154938472?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6170329799154938472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=6170329799154938472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6170329799154938472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6170329799154938472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-wild-for-soundtrack-week.html' title='Something Wild for Soundtrack week.'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU6-RXeCK4I/AAAAAAAAADk/8scPes_6DH8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7495414292127559747</id><published>2008-12-20T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T13:08:49.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ry Cooder- Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack Week continues with Ry Cooder- Paris, Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU1et-kvMZI/AAAAAAAAADc/r2mn8eeLc7s/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU1et-kvMZI/AAAAAAAAADc/r2mn8eeLc7s/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281982081959670162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry Cooder is a musician's musician, a student of music if you will. He can play damn near anything too. His revival of Cuban music in the Buena Vista Social Club brought the world's attention back to a sound that had been all but forgotten outside of Cuba. Ry's spent a lifetime exploring the musical stylings of world musicians around the globe and he does it all with the enthusiasm of a kid. My favorite sound, when it comes to Ry is that lonely haunted guitar style that he's famous for and my favorite LP featuring a heaping helping of it is the soundtrack to Paris, Texas. It conjures a deserted Texas highway and broken down old gas stations and highway signs shot through with bullet holes. I listen to it when I'm city weary and claustrophobic. This LP wears well. I never tire of it and I've heard it a lot....a LOT.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7495414292127559747?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7495414292127559747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7495414292127559747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7495414292127559747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7495414292127559747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/soundtrack-week-continues-with-ry.html' title='Soundtrack Week continues with Ry Cooder- Paris, Texas'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SU1et-kvMZI/AAAAAAAAADc/r2mn8eeLc7s/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-9043238942217044479</id><published>2008-12-17T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:22:45.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Knopfler- Local Hero'/><title type='text'>Mark Knopfler- Local Hero (1983)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUn6IaoY5HI/AAAAAAAAADU/-ijcE19X91A/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUn6IaoY5HI/AAAAAAAAADU/-ijcE19X91A/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281027060563240050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wee soft spot for Celtic music but, like the blues, I can only do real celtic for about a half  an hour before developing a celtic headache. I call this soundtrack "Celtic Light". It's nothing like the Pogues or the Dropkick Murphys, rather it has a dreamy sweet quality to it with just a dollop of celtic in the background. Knopfler's guitar playing is stellar as usual but he practices tasteful restraint on the soundtrack. I love to lose myself in it.  Sometimes I imagine myself driving along the Irish coastline in a sportscar but then a car comes out of nowhere and smashes into me because I'm driving on the wrong side of the road and I fall over the cliff and into the ocean crashing below. Then I get up to turn the record over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-9043238942217044479?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/9043238942217044479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=9043238942217044479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/9043238942217044479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/9043238942217044479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/mark-knopfler-local-hero-1983.html' title='Mark Knopfler- Local Hero (1983)'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUn6IaoY5HI/AAAAAAAAADU/-ijcE19X91A/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-2380876673558208492</id><published>2008-12-16T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:26:58.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Mission- Ennio Morricone'/><title type='text'>Hey, Guess WHAT?? IT's soundtrack week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUiNjv-jd2I/AAAAAAAAADM/_NKG4CVUiB0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUiNjv-jd2I/AAAAAAAAADM/_NKG4CVUiB0/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280626208405682018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I humbly present my first submission to soundtrack week (Yes, I know it's Tuesday. Traditionally, soundtrack week runs Tuesday to Tuesday. I don't know why. I do as I'm told by the Vinyl King and Queen, whom I've never met and only know through E-mail but they don't seem to take much bullshit. "The Mission" by Ennio Morriconne (The King Of soundtracks BTW and also probably doesn't take much bullshit)..yes, the Mission: flat out gorgeous. I can't say enough about this soundtrack. I'll say a few things: It's artful, it's thought provoking. It's performed by the London Philharmonic, It was nominated for an Academy Award. Some people who know their shit call this the best soundtrack score ever written. Well, I won't argue with that. I also happen to love Oboes (who doesn't?) the most feminine of the reed instruments and featured strongly in the Mission. I can't recommend this LP enough. Get it now and listen to it till you weep. Oh, and not a bad movie either; Robert Deniro as a Jesuit priest dragging a big bag full of metal crap and rocks around like he's Santa Claus? C'mon, it's totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-2380876673558208492?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2380876673558208492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=2380876673558208492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2380876673558208492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2380876673558208492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-guess-what-its-soundtrack-week.html' title='Hey, Guess WHAT?? IT&apos;s soundtrack week'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUiNjv-jd2I/AAAAAAAAADM/_NKG4CVUiB0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-4724610654287908684</id><published>2008-12-14T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:34:54.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waits-Closing Time'/><title type='text'>Tom Waits- Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUWX-pmqY0I/AAAAAAAAADE/BN_LRvSpN1I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUWX-pmqY0I/AAAAAAAAADE/BN_LRvSpN1I/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279793240737473346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Closing Time, Tom Waits first album, is essential to most vinyl collections but if you don't have it, you can now buy it on 180 gram vinyl, hey, even if you do have it, it's worth it, about thirty bucks. I think I have every word mumbled, sung, uttered, or moaned by Tom, who is, if you ask me, the best storyteller ever. This album features the all too often covered&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; '0l 55&lt;/span&gt; (stop it already), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grapefruit Moon, I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Closing Time&lt;/span&gt;, and lots of other great tunes, each of them a story in itself. Don't play this at birthday parties, it inspires shoe-gazing and the selling of all ones worldly goods in order to hit the road and find ones self. If you're looking for the original, you can buy it used at any Amoeba store for mere dollars, I know this because I just checked. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-4724610654287908684?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4724610654287908684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=4724610654287908684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/4724610654287908684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/4724610654287908684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/tom-waits-closing-time.html' title='Tom Waits- Closing Time'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUWX-pmqY0I/AAAAAAAAADE/BN_LRvSpN1I/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1652746533166962677</id><published>2008-12-11T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:53:10.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sex Pistols-Holiday in the sun 7&quot; on white Vinyl'/><title type='text'>The Sex Pistols- Holidays in The Sun-7" White Vinyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUHR_NF-WvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o1XiqOLFhrI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUHR_NF-WvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o1XiqOLFhrI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278731122031614706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday fun awaits. For the next few days I'll be exploring some collectible vinyl items that were released especially for Christmas. Giddy-up,  We'll start with The Sex Pistols- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holidays In The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sun-&lt;/span&gt; Cool already, right? But wait, it's a limited edition 7" white vinyl picture sleeve...Awesome! The B-side is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Satellite.&lt;/span&gt; Wrap this baby up and put it under the tree for someone you really love. You can order it from the UK. I got mine from the big guy in the Red suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1652746533166962677?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1652746533166962677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1652746533166962677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1652746533166962677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1652746533166962677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sex-pistols-holidays-in-sun-7-white.html' title='The Sex Pistols- Holidays in The Sun-7&quot; White Vinyl'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUHR_NF-WvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o1XiqOLFhrI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-861947788474900296</id><published>2008-12-10T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:51:06.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.L. Burnside- Come On In'/><title type='text'>R.L Burnside- Come On In (Fat Possum Records '98)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUArnIIfWuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z1qIyelH6g0/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUArnIIfWuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z1qIyelH6g0/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278266714476206818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUArmx_6NeI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLcc1a7HY4w/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUArmx_6NeI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLcc1a7HY4w/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278266708534638050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.L. Burnside pulled me in with his stripped down, raw, Mississippi blues style and his powerful  voice a few years ago and I've been a huge fan ever since. Like most Mississipi Bluesmen, R.L. travelled a long trail of broken dreams. He went from Mississippi to Chicago (where his father, his brother, and his uncle were murdered, creating a bottomless pool of material for his blues) and back again where he murdered a guy and did some time. R.L. died in 2005.  Fat Possum records can be credited with keeping the music of old Mississippi bluesmen like Burnside and Model T Ford alive and now they're re-releasing it on vinyl. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Bad You Know &lt;/span&gt;is the best track by far but I also love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let My Baby Ride.&lt;/span&gt; The whole record makes you want to disappear into a writhing voodoo trance and dance around the room. Nice Holiday gift for your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-861947788474900296?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/861947788474900296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=861947788474900296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/861947788474900296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/861947788474900296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/rl-burnside-come-on-in-fat-possum.html' title='R.L Burnside- Come On In (Fat Possum Records &apos;98)'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SUArnIIfWuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z1qIyelH6g0/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-5660787929359423257</id><published>2008-12-06T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:58:56.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Stewart- Never A Dull Moment'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart- Never a Dull Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STsDbnMd5yI/AAAAAAAAACk/9RCYyLkL_tQ/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STsDbnMd5yI/AAAAAAAAACk/9RCYyLkL_tQ/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276815161307293474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rod Stewart used to be something else. If you want to hear what it was, go get this record and drop the needle on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANGEL&lt;/span&gt; and you're guaranteed to fall in love with that guy. I never listen to this song just once. Six or seven times and I'm just getting warmed up. Sure, it's Jimi Hendrix's song but he's in a different stratosphere and we'll get there real soon. Moving on, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Wear It Well&lt;/span&gt; is just classic rock at it's very best. People simply don't do songs like that anymore. Why in the bleeding hell not???? What's happened???? Ma&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma, You've Been On My Mind&lt;/span&gt; is just about perfect. This is really the only Rod Stewart Record I listen to regularly. I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maggie May&lt;/span&gt; on Every Picture Tells A Story but song by song, Never A Dull Moment (1972) is a winner. I found this one at a garage sale, great condition...two bucks. Two bucks!!!! &lt;div&gt;Have you seen who's up for Grammy's this year? NO ONE worth listening to. I think Robert Plant and Allison Krauss got a nomination even though the album is a 2007 release. Great though, One piece of listen-able music in the whole lot...pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-5660787929359423257?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5660787929359423257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=5660787929359423257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5660787929359423257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5660787929359423257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/rod-stewart-never-dull-moment.html' title='Rod Stewart- Never a Dull Moment'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STsDbnMd5yI/AAAAAAAAACk/9RCYyLkL_tQ/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1302962727414844739</id><published>2008-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:19:44.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billie Holiday- Stormy Blues'/><title type='text'>Billie Holiday-Stormy Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STmaogBtXeI/AAAAAAAAACc/73XMSqmK7Zw/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STmaogBtXeI/AAAAAAAAACc/73XMSqmK7Zw/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276418459023793634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get into some long, drawn out, tragic story here. We all know it. Billie led a tragic life and it ended all too soon and, because of that, whenever I have a day like the one I'm having, (relax, I won't get into that either) I dig out some Billie, slap it on the turntable and, within moments, she seems to be saying "I know." Billie is about the best damn music to play when: It rains, life sucks, your calls are not getting returned, you haven't slept in three days, someone's done you wrong, you're suffering from massive PMS and the midol just isn't cutting it or you just want to look out the window and feel sorry for yourself for awhile. This particular album is probably one of my favorites. It features &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Myself , and I, Say It Isn't So, Travellin ' All Alone &lt;/span&gt;and a wonderfully playful version of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Call The Whole Thing Off. &lt;/span&gt;I got this one at Village Music in Mill Valley when I was thirteen (gone now, sigh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1302962727414844739?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1302962727414844739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1302962727414844739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1302962727414844739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1302962727414844739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/billie-holiday-stormy-blues.html' title='Billie Holiday-Stormy Blues'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STmaogBtXeI/AAAAAAAAACc/73XMSqmK7Zw/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-7554163199259937553</id><published>2008-12-02T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:03:15.794-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rolling Stones- Sticky Fingers'/><title type='text'>The Rolling Stones- Sticky Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZS7J7_yI/AAAAAAAAACU/P77mpANhb8k/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZS7J7_yI/AAAAAAAAACU/P77mpANhb8k/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275361457674649378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZF9SFz9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EHLklsYEgM8/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275361234907418578" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZSfExP-I/AAAAAAAAACM/NZSryWr6aLE/s1600-h/images-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZSfExP-I/AAAAAAAAACM/NZSryWr6aLE/s400/images-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275361450136780770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a rabid Rolling Stones fan, let's just get that out of the way, but Sticky Fingers has always struck me as the rootsiest of the Stones albums and by rootsiest, I mean bluesiest because roots music was borne of the blues. Was it Townes Van Zandt who said "There's only two kinds of music: Blues and zippity-doo-da"? "Wild Horses" might be just about the best damn song ever written and even though it's been performed to absolute death, It still brings me to my knees. "Bring Me Dead Flowers" is my next best on this one, ditto on the performing, everyone's done it but it continues to wear well. I own the original "zipper" version of this album. Don't quite remember where I found it but it is a hell of a cover (conceived by Andy Warhol). I also own the Spanish Edition with the sticky fingers emerging from a can of treacle. Nice. You can get the zipper cover on E-Bay for about twenty bucks but good luck finding the Spanish Edition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-7554163199259937553?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7554163199259937553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=7554163199259937553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7554163199259937553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/7554163199259937553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/rolling-stones-sticky-fingers.html' title='The Rolling Stones- Sticky Fingers'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STXZS7J7_yI/AAAAAAAAACU/P77mpANhb8k/s72-c/images-2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-5641582358513492759</id><published>2008-12-01T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:59:55.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros- Global a Go-go'/><title type='text'>Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros- Global a Go-go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STRQLnIXtFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uYaAb3DUFhM/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STRQLnIXtFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uYaAb3DUFhM/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274929223970567250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Sex Pistols and The Clash. Who doesn't? but Joe Strummer followed up that reckless chapter of his life with something much more refined. He explored his interest in world music and African percussion through the three albums he made with the Mescaleros, most of whom were multi-instrumentalists. "Global a Go-go" (Hellcat 2001) is my favorite of the three. The first time I heard Johnny Appleseed, I was totally blown away and then I gave the lyrics a good listen and I realized that he was talking about the bees, as in honey bees. I wonder how he knew back then that the bees were in trouble (www.helpthehoneybees.com)?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The title track includes vocals by Joe's long-time friend Roger Daltrey and it's rumored that Pete Townsend plays on it but no one's confirming that. Bhindi Bhagee is a ton of fun too, meant to reflect the ethnic diversity of London. Joe was always speaking out for the little guy, the working class, the invisible poor. He died in 2002. The music world and the world misses him. This album is medium easy to find on vinyl. If you don't own it, put it on your wish list. I got mine at the Ashby Flea market in Berkeley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-5641582358513492759?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5641582358513492759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=5641582358513492759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5641582358513492759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/5641582358513492759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/12/joe-strummer-and-mescaleros-global-go.html' title='Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros- Global a Go-go'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STRQLnIXtFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uYaAb3DUFhM/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-2199974440256145537</id><published>2008-11-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:22:31.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Four Seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivaldi'/><title type='text'>Vivaldi-The Four Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STHOUCsBvNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HRqxUul-18w/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 74px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STHOUCsBvNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HRqxUul-18w/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274223482341801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm big on violin concertos and Fall. They go together like Laurel and Hardy. The best time to play this record is when the weather takes a turn toward winter. When it finally gets so cold that delicate snowflakes float towards the earth and you feel inclined to break out the hot chocolate and sit on the sofa, sipping and listening and watching the world turn toward winter. As violin concertos go, this is one of the most common ones out there, written by Antonio Vivaldi in 1723 and I certainly hope he had a Starbucks nearby so he could warm his chilled hands on his own mug of hot chocolate after writing all day. Although Antonio intended to cover all four seasons (duh, hence the name), I'm never inclined to play it in the summer or spring or even the early fall. I always go digging for it on the same day that I dig out my fur-lined boots. Go figure. Anyway, there's a gazillion versions of this on Vinyl out there, you'd have no problem finding one you like. I own six versions, all of them good, all of them a teensy bit different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-2199974440256145537?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2199974440256145537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=2199974440256145537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2199974440256145537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2199974440256145537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/vivaldi-four-seasons.html' title='Vivaldi-The Four Seasons'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STHOUCsBvNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HRqxUul-18w/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1181545298505202335</id><published>2008-11-28T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:42:48.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts-  Brian Eno and David Byrne'/><title type='text'>My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts- Brian Eno and David Byrne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STBXqBfxiOI/AAAAAAAAABs/CidBeIdSy-E/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STBXqBfxiOI/AAAAAAAAABs/CidBeIdSy-E/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273811543118678242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album, recorded in 1981, is a complex melange of layering and sampling and experimental instrumentation resulting in the perfect voodoo, dance in your underwear with the lights down low type of record. In a flash of brilliance, Eno and Byrne sampled Arabic singers, Disc Jockeys, and an exorcist (yup) and used found objects for the primal African percussion. It takes a minute to wrap your head around this music but if you let it take you somewhere it most certainly will. I like the sampling on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jezebel Spirit &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mea Culpa&lt;/span&gt; but truly, I see this album as a journey. I don't like to think of it as separate tracks. It's an excellent choice for when you're planning an elaborate revenge scheme. Try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1181545298505202335?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1181545298505202335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1181545298505202335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1181545298505202335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1181545298505202335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-in-bush-of-ghosts-brian-eno-and.html' title='My Life In The Bush Of Ghosts- Brian Eno and David Byrne'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/STBXqBfxiOI/AAAAAAAAABs/CidBeIdSy-E/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1631855719348313244</id><published>2008-11-26T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:59:25.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Who- Who&apos;s Next?'/><title type='text'>The Who- Who's Next</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SS5FLdcGmcI/AAAAAAAAABk/nDjKq5pFr00/s1600-h/images-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SS5FLdcGmcI/AAAAAAAAABk/nDjKq5pFr00/s400/images-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273228276880808386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's Next &lt;/span&gt;is that it's the soundtrack for virtually anything the way that excellent classic rock can often be. I remember driving through the country in an old car on a gloomy fall day, a guy I would never see again at the wheel, listening to "Won't Get Fooled Again" and thinking "I'm going to remember this moment forever." and I did. Back then I didn't pay much attention to Keith Moon's drumming or Pete Townshend's guitar playing as much as I did the song as a whole. Now I know better. Any drummer will tell you that Keith drummed  like no one else. Pete Townshend played guitar like no one else and the songs he wrote and the way Roger Daltry sang them resulted in some of  the most sublime Rock songs ever recorded. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blue Eyes, Baba O'Riley, Won't Get Fooled Again,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going Mobile&lt;/span&gt; are my favorite cuts but I can air guitar my way ( yes, windmilling)  through this entire album, no problem. This album is s cinch to find on vinyl. I own three copies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1631855719348313244?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1631855719348313244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1631855719348313244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1631855719348313244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1631855719348313244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-whos-next.html' title='The Who- Who&apos;s Next'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SS5FLdcGmcI/AAAAAAAAABk/nDjKq5pFr00/s72-c/images-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-1875234885633956969</id><published>2008-11-25T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:23:35.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Young- After The Gold Rush'/><title type='text'>Neil Young- After The Gold Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSxqiW6SbvI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q46aOX3ECBI/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSxqiW6SbvI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q46aOX3ECBI/s400/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272706402242162418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Gold Rush (1970) was Neil's first solo studio album following the success of CSNY's Deja Vu and when I say "studio", I mean the one in the basement of Neil's modest Topanga Canyon home. A lot of people who know their shit put this record on their list of the top ten albums ever recorded. It definitely hovers near the top of mine but there's more than that. This is the first Neil Young Album I owned and I fell head over heals in love with Neil's voice, and then his lyrics. I still play this LP a lot, usually when I'm feel very sentimental and in need of a good emotional thrashing. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After The Gold Rush&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite cut but I always play the whole album because every song kills: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell Me Why, Only Love Can Break Your Heart, Till The Morning Comes, &lt;/span&gt;all beautiful. This record is super easy to find used because everyone owned it at one time or another. I stole mine from my dad.  Quick Note: an eighteen year-old Nils Lofgren plays piano and sings on this record. Not bad for a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-1875234885633956969?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1875234885633956969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=1875234885633956969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1875234885633956969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/1875234885633956969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/neil-young-after-gold-rush.html' title='Neil Young- After The Gold Rush'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSxqiW6SbvI/AAAAAAAAABI/Q46aOX3ECBI/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-258277090752595154</id><published>2008-11-24T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:19:05.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella and Louis- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong'/><title type='text'>Ella and Louis- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSsLhE15x1I/AAAAAAAAABA/fsFzOcgT4jU/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSsLhE15x1I/AAAAAAAAABA/fsFzOcgT4jU/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272320451630712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How extra special great is it that the universe brought these two together? I mean, could a collision of talent be any more exquisite than this pair? People called Ella "Satin" and Louis "Sandpaper" but put them together and it's pure magic. Plus the background combo, first class guys, is led by the one and only Oscar Peterson. "Under A Blanket Of Blue" is my favorite song, followed by "Tenderly", "The Nearness Of You","The Stars Fell On Alabama" hell, they're all winners.  This LP has been repressed on 180 gram vinyl if you want to treat yourself. Go ahead, it's the holidays! It's Satchmo and Ella for God's sake! This LP is also fairly easy to find in used record stores. I've had mine for a long time. Got it at Amoeba Music. This is a great gift too, for expressing the true spirit of the holidays. turntable not included. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-258277090752595154?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/258277090752595154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=258277090752595154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/258277090752595154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/258277090752595154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/ella-and-louis-ella-fitzgerald-and.html' title='Ella and Louis- Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSsLhE15x1I/AAAAAAAAABA/fsFzOcgT4jU/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-579164175920291376</id><published>2008-11-23T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:00:38.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSnfrf5GNyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BnZVsdEMBCk/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSnfrf5GNyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BnZVsdEMBCk/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271990777202226978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album, The first CSN record, released on Atlantic in 1969 was  an instant hit and stayed that way for much of the 70's. This album catapulted my interest in singer songwriter type bands even though I didn't get to it till the 90's. From there I went on to the Band and then Neil Young and Gram Parsons. Although this album isn't hard to find on vinyl, I scored an original gatefold sleeve version with the boys in parkas on the inside at Streetlight in San Francisco. I'm a sucker for "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" (written for Judy Collins) and "Marrakesh Express". It inspired thousands of anti-establishment hippies to flee the USA for Morocco in the 70's. Wish I'd been around for that. "Long Time Gone" was a response to the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy. No one writes songs like that anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You'll notice that the album cover has the names listed out of order. The reason is that the photo was taken before the band was named and when they went back to the same house to re-shoot, it had been torn down. I love the cover, the old sofa and just a hint of a palm in the corner to suggest California and those guys in their boots and jeans looking young and SO cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-579164175920291376?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/579164175920291376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=579164175920291376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/579164175920291376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/579164175920291376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-album-first-csn-record-released-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSnfrf5GNyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BnZVsdEMBCk/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-9166594807391910896</id><published>2008-11-22T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:27:21.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janis Joplin- Cheap Thrills'/><title type='text'>Janis Joplin- CHEAP THRILLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SShp6MBJeXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9II2YX1Gjzc/s1600-h/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SShp6MBJeXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9II2YX1Gjzc/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271579812216535410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'd like to talk for a moment about Janis Joplin. I put her in a special category I call "Brilliance followed by Death". Gram Parsons is in this category too. So is Jim Morrison, so is Chet Baker. we'll get to those guys later. These four do have a self destructive quality in common and, as we all know, from pain comes great art. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cheap Thrills is a staggeringly good selection of songs. Gershwin's "Summertime" was never sung better (in my opinion). "A Piece Of My Heart" after thousands of listens, still brings me to me knees. "Ball and Chain" will do a broken heart good. I throw this record on whenever I'm aching (like today for instance) and it validates me. This record is essential for the new collector and worth digging out for the seasoned collector. Cover art by Robert Crumb. Does it get any better than that? This LP is easy to find in used record stores or online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ALSO: Check out my music reviews on caughtinthecarousel.com. This month I'm reviewing the new RAY LA MONTAGNE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-9166594807391910896?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/9166594807391910896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=9166594807391910896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/9166594807391910896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/9166594807391910896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/janis-joplin-cheap-thrills.html' title='Janis Joplin- CHEAP THRILLS'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SShp6MBJeXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9II2YX1Gjzc/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-2667324235366410012</id><published>2008-11-21T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:42:43.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>David Bowie- Young Americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSeNle0HAII/AAAAAAAAAAo/yN5VCzmsBmc/s1600-h/bowieyoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSeNle0HAII/AAAAAAAAAAo/yN5VCzmsBmc/s320/bowieyoung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271337563926757506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I bought this LP at a garage sale in Bakersfield, California. The guy was selling all his wife's stuff because she'd left him for a bartender. He wanted two bucks for it but I gave him three because I felt sorry for him. He said he was going to take all the money from the sale and buy himself a Harley. Judging by the stuff he was selling, I don't think he was being very realistic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is my favorite Bowie album. I love a lot of Bowie but this one always gets me going. The intro into "Young Americans," that honky tonk piano and then sax....really great. I like to stare into Bowie's eyes on the cover while I listen, all that airbrushed androgynous perfection. He dares you not to fall in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-2667324235366410012?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2667324235366410012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=2667324235366410012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2667324235366410012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/2667324235366410012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-bowie-young-americans.html' title='David Bowie- Young Americans'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SSeNle0HAII/AAAAAAAAAAo/yN5VCzmsBmc/s72-c/bowieyoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1069378398035109275.post-6564234037387027261</id><published>2008-11-21T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:45:45.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY BLOG</title><content type='html'>I am the Vinyl Princess&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm devoted to the preservation and sharing of music in LP form. I've spent countless hours searching for the very best music available on vinyl and I'm committed to keeping it safe, sharing it, and keeping it real. Are you a Vinyl Junkie Too? Share your thoughts with me, share your music with me. You are home. Corporate Rock still sucks, downloading is harmful to music and other living organisms. Music is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The MP3 has dismantled the intended shape of an album"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Elvis Costello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1069378398035109275-6564234037387027261?l=vinylprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6564234037387027261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1069378398035109275&amp;postID=6564234037387027261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6564234037387027261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1069378398035109275/posts/default/6564234037387027261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vinylprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-to-my-blog.html' title='WELCOME TO MY BLOG'/><author><name>Vinyl Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04745995457558872662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hR9dAFoKSvI/SlwRCscTIwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WwyYrie3mxE/S220/VPsmall72dpi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
