I really should just call this the Nothing But Seventies Music blog since that’s pretty much what I put out most of the time. But nobody puts Baby in the corner. Wait, did that even make sense?

Here’s a little Poco for your listening pleasure. You can’t get any more seventies than post-Buffalo Springfield, pre-Eagles. You can really hear the inflences that are yet to become the Eagles on this song. And man, I hate the Eagles! You won’t find any Eagles songs on this here blog, unless you catch me on a really bad day, after I’m drunk on Peachtree Schnapps and listening to Wasted Time on a loop, bawling my eyes out.

Also, I’m going to throw in a bonus song, the excellent “Mad Dog” by Lee Michaels. I don’t know much about Lee, except that he has a voice like rusty nails and plays a mean Hammond organ.

Edit: While I was stalking Lee on Wikipedia just now, I stumbled upon a link that informed me that parts of Mad Dog were sampled on Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth’s classic album, Mecca and the Soul Brother. WHAT? If that’s not six degrees of separation, I don’t know what is. Excuse me while I put on Elton John’s “Circle of Life” song now and meditate on that.


Artist of the day

Black stallions never looked so good.

Rainy Day Bar Music

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and put up a 70’s song even though it’s not officially 70’s Sunday. I live on the edge like that.
I feel like people should be dancing to this on a yacht. Preferably under the influence of Riuniti. Preferably wearing espadrilles. Preferably in white suits. DEFINITELY with a little chest hair peeking out.

I’m sure the blogosphere has come to a standstill due to my absence lately, but never fear! I still think of you fondly (and even fondle-y) my dear music-and-onepostaboutfood-blog. I’ve just been terribly busy with adult things like work and school, and how better to level my druid to 80 quickly. Pwned. Whatever that means.

And now, for your musical enjoyment…

Did you know Jimi Hendrix was almost a member of EL&P?  The prog-rock group had planned a jam session with the guitar god, only to have their plans interrupted by well, his death.

This is one of my all time favorite songs. It brings to mind smoke from a chimney, long nighttime drives – the beam of headlights on the dashboard – and frosty winter weather. It also brings to mind turtlenecks. You know, the woolen 70’s type. 😉

I had this in my head all morning so I figured, why not make this song of the day, eh?

One of my favorite bands from 2010. I love their grassroots happy janglin’ attitude and that their sound is so hard to pigeonhole. Their lyrics are so colorful and descriptive, too.

She got jumper cable lips
She got sunset on her breath
I inhaled just a little bit
Now I got no fear of death

Plus I love how he says, ‘Bitch, I swear.’ They just always seemed so wholesome to me that it surprises me every time he says it. Next time I wanna cuss somebody out I’m going to think of Edward Sharpe nonchalantly throwing out his ‘Bitch, i swear’ line and doing a jig.

Did you know Kashi’s Go Lean toasted berry crumble almost mimics the taste of the best cereal in the world, Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries? That’s right, if you think close your eyes and think real hard you can almost taste it. Probably the closest I will ever get to eating The Captain again. 😦 (IS THAT WHAT SHE SAID?)

A few blurbs on new music:
Pitchfork informed me that Toro Y Moi’s Causers of This is now out. Very summery backyard barbecue kind of vibe. I hate to say it, but Abercrombie or Old Navy store kind of vibe, too. But you know, that’s not a bad thing.
Another band on Pitchfork caught my eye today, too. The problem with huge sites like Pitchfork is that there’s SO much music I get overwhelmed. So sometimes I go solely on band name and pick something random to listen to, or the description reels me in. I’m sure this is an archaic, dumb way to find music, but whatever. The great thing about Pitchfork is that it has links to listen to music right there. unlike…my own…blog..hey, wait a minute…