Good Night Mr. Yauch.

For almost as long as I can remember the Beastie Boys have been a part of my life. One of the first Beastie memories I have is as a sixth grader, on a field trip, on the bus, me and my buds rapping all of Licensed to Ill. No jam box, no walkman, no music. All from memory. The whole album. A BUNCH OF CATHOLIC BOYS! Ha. I had the Shake Your Rump cassingle and I wore it out. I didn't understand how mind blowing Paul's Boutique was until later in life, but I knew I loved it. I grew up in Midland, TX and we spent a lot of time riding around in cars listening to the Beastie Boys A LOT. New or old, it didn't matter, we listened to the shit out of the Beastie Boys. In college any party could instantly be made amazing if somebody threw Paul's Boutique on the stereo. Of the Beastie Boys, I always thought MCA was the coolest. He always seemed to be the chill one, the guy who you really wanted to hang out with and drink a beer. As he aged he became a philanthropist and created numerous charities for the disadvantaged. He had a big heart and did a lot to better the lives of many. You were an awesome dude and it is a shame that stupid cancer has taken you from us. You will be missed sir and the world is a lesser place because you are gone. Rest in Peace good sir.

Weekend Cover: Squarepusher - Love Will Tear Us Apart

Hey it's the weekend. That means I'm listening to people play music that other people wrote. You should too.

M83 On Jimmy Fallon Was Good.

So far the new album "Hurry Up, We're Dreaming" sounds like it's a shift away from their previously dreamy, MBV-ish stye. This one is very 80's-soundtrack-dancy, complete with a sax solo. I guess 2011 is the year where the sax solo became a thing again. I hope that changes very, very soon. Anyway, M83 was good.

Stone. Roses.

Elephant Stone was the first song I learned on the bass. I may get to hear it played live soon. Today's a good day.

American Juggalo Made My Brain Melt

"We have alcohol and muthafuckin explosives."

When I think of Juggalos, and believe me I try hard forget they exist, I find myself feeling both scared and sad for America Humanity at the same time. 

At first, a doumentary about the Gathering of the Juggalos sounded about as appealing as a root canal or a week with intestinal flu. ICP had already taught me about the 3 Ms: magic, miracles, and mangets. How could my brain possibly endure additional exposure to their music or their fans? 

Yet...I was so fascinated by this mutant strain of homo-sapiens that I couldn't look away. Afterward I felt like large number of my brain cells had died in a fiery auto accident, but it was so worth the 20 minutes of my time. If you've lived your whole life wondering "Where can I find a short but informative documentary about a large gathering of quasi-mentally-challeneged delinquents who enjoy clowns, hip-hop, murder, and whippits?".... look no further than American Juggalo.

Lou Reed + Metallica = Do.Not.Want.

I'm Just Sayin.....  I'm not even gonna link to it. My ears are still crying themselves to sleep a little bit.

RIP Cliff Burton - 25 Years Ago Today

Cliff Burton, the baddest heavy metal bassist that ever lived died 25 years ago today.  Tragic.