Of course I am. Michael Kaiser on Blip.fm

It's pretty cool, it is however time consuming. I suppose once you set up a playlist you like, you can just play your stuff over and over again!

Rex

I really dig it (aka I ain't bored yet) ...there's several of us GP Hideout folks on there, like myself: http://blip.fm/Wipeout I keep gettin' surprised by what I find (or should I say what blip.fm can find) MissBee, what's yer profile addy?

http://blip.fm/profile/Barman/ I find the available songs a bit limiting. I suppose I could do something about that.

I am a newbie with blip, how do i get across all the bs? Anyone using blip that what to share their profile?

Is it even worth it?

too much time consuming?

A version of this was published on The Santa Fe New Mexican Web site March 20, 2009 Three years ago, I wrote a column about eMusic, the music-download service. I’m still addicted. It isn’t really for the casual downloader who wants to pick up three or four songs a month. It’s a subscription service in which customers pay a monthly fee. In my plan, I pay about 25 cents a download — about a fourth of what iTunes charges. You won’t find much current mainstream music on eMusic. Many of the labels are indies. Some of my favorites include Sun, Stax, Norton, Voodoo Rhythm, Daptone, Bloodshot, and Arhoolie. In recent months, I’ve discovered a lot of great R & B, soul, early rock ’n’ roll, and gospel obscurities. Here’s a look at some recent favorites. * Funky Yo Yo by Don Covay. This is an obscure 1977 album from soul master Covay. Despite the fact that it came from the dawn-of-disco era, the album is free of ’70s gloss. In fact, some songs are downright minimalist. My favorite is “I Don’t Think I Can Make It,” which sounds almost like a long-lost Percy Sledge meditation with at organ coloring heavy drums. But the best part is the spoken-word segment: “You might your find yo’ love with the trash man, the ice man, sometimes the undertaker. But wherever you find it, baby, I want you to hold on to dear life.”

* The Day the Music Died: In Memory of The Big Bopper by J.P. Richardson and others. J.P. Richardson, aka The Big Bopper, is the only one of the three musicians killed in that plane crash in Iowa 50 years ago who never got a movie made of his life story. I can’t judge the cinematic value of his life compared with that of Buddy Holly or Ritchie Valens, but the Bopper was a fine songwriter. His big hit was “Chantilly Lace,” but he’s also responsible for George Jones’ “White Lightning” and Johnny Preston’s “Running Bear.” This collection shows he had a knack with novelty songs. You can hear “Big Bopper’s Wedding,” “Bopper’s Boogie Woogie,” “The Preacher and the Bear,” “Monkey Song (You Made a Monkey Out of Me),” and perhaps the ultimate ’50s novelty song, “The Purple People Eaeets the Witch Doctor.” And there are some non-Bopper tracks, including a spooky Holly song I’d never heard before called “Valley of Tears”; “We Belong Together” by Valens; and a maudlin little talking-song tribute to Holly, Valens, and Richardson called “Three Stars” by someone named Tommy Dee. * Impala Play R & B Favorites. Impala is an instrumental group from Memphis that plays a basic surfy sound sometimes augmented with a crazy sax. A song called “Taos Pueblo” — which sounds a lot like the surf classic “Apache” — caught my attention on this 1998 effort. But there are other tracks that make this album a real joy. There are greasy, sleazy tunes including covers of Henry Mancini’s “Experiment in Terror” and Link Wray’s “Vendetta.” The song “Makin’ It” sounds like the stuff they had to have played in Jack Ruby’s Carousel club. And no, “Hell of a Woman” is not the lame Mac Davis hit. This short but menacing tune could be used in the soundtrack to a movie version of the Jim Thompson novel of the same name. * Burn, Baby, Burn by Stud Cole. Yikes! This album, available now on Norton Records, includes some of the most intense stuff I’ve heard in a while. Some have called it “psychedelic rockabilly,” and I can’t think of a better label. There’s a mad apocalyptic feel to many of these songs. “The Devil’s Coming” sounds particularly acid damaged, aided by some cheap recording effects. And in “Black Sun,” Cole sounds like some swamp shaman railing against the elements. Meanwhile, songs like “I’m Glad” and “It Ain’t Right” sound right out of the ’50s. The gospel according to eMusic * Dragnet for Jesus by Sister Wynona Carr. Sister Wynona, who hailed from Cleveland, was active in the 1950s and worked as choir director for the Rev. C.L. Franklin’s (Aretha’s dad!) church in Detroit. But more important, she was influenced by and toured with the great Sister Rosetta Tharpe. She and Carr were guitar-picking gospel belters who moonlighted in the secular R & B world. This collection has several “novelty” gospel tunes including “Ball Game,” “15 Rounds for Jesus,” and the title song, which, yes, is a sanctified send-up of Jack Webb’s famous TV show. It must be heard to be believed. Don’t dismiss Carr as a novelty artist. This lady could sing. * Slide Guitar Gospel (1944-1964): The Complete Recordings of Rev. Utah Smith and Rev. Lonnie Farris. The Rev. Smith was a traveling, electric-guitar-slinging evangelist known for donning homemade wings and, with the help of ropes and pulleys, flying over his congregation as he sang his signature tune, “Two Wings.” He sang like the frog-throated Blind Willie Johnson and played guitar like a hopped-up Sister Rosetta. There are three versions of “Two Wings” here, recorded in the ’40s and ’50s.

I came for Elder Smith, as he also was known, but I stayed for the Rev. Farris. His recordings are more recent than those of Smith — apparently, they date from the early 1960s. Farris sounds like a direct precursor of the sacred-steel music we’ve come to know and love from Arhoolie Records. On some of the Farris songs, there’s a sax player. These are some of the grittiest recordings to ever come out of a church. * You Without Sin Cast The First Stone by Isaiah Owens. Owens, a Montgomery, Alabama, native, might be the Hasil Adkins of gospel music. Owens wails and pounds his electric guitar, which seems to be tuned to the key of H. And this isn’t a field recording from some long-gone era. All these tracks were recorded, mostly from radio broadcasts, in the late ’90s and early ’00s. Owens gives 17 amazing testimonials for Jesus and one fine pitch for a local auto mechanic — you never know when you may be down in Montgomery and need your brake pads fixed

THANKS MMM, cool footage! Tina is so fantastic. Check out "Fool in Love" into "Work out fine"..

I love "Can't Believe What You Say" too, this is just a bit of old footage....
My mom and pop's first date was at an Ike and Tina show, I guess you could say I owe it all to them!

ummmm.... i met Frank from the Sons of Hercules, that was pretty awesome!

I was at the Dirty Water club when I did meet Billy Childish, and honestly I thought of you PJ Dirty Water when I replied, knowing that this would sound incredibly mundane....... however for this little Denver girl it was quite a mind blowing moment.......

I met Billy Childish once in London, quite an exciting day for a Denver girl~! But I was star struck, and horribly awkward and couldn't say a thing. I think I commented that I liked his jacket, he said thanks, and that was that.

In 1995, my first South by Southwest, I heard there was a Roky Erikson booksigning at Ironworks BBQ. He'd just had a book of his lyrics published by Henry Rollins' company. So I walk down there and standing out in the parking lot all alone is none other than Roky. Apparently he'd been inside about ready to sign some books but he got freaked out and bolted. I said, "Hey Roky, I'm a fan ..." "I know," he said. "My name is Steve ..." "I know ..." We stand around talking for awhile. He bums a cigarette from a stranger. Austin guitarist Will Sexton walks by and Roky calls out his name, so he stops for awhile. Then Henry Rollins comes out, gently trying to lure Roky back into the restaurant to sign some books for all the people there. Roky says he can't go back in. Henry finally convinces him to sit inside a car and sign books. "I'll get you some ice tea, Roky ..." he says. I bought a book and had him sign it. I don't think he ever went back inside. (Don't have digital images of the photos I took then, but here's one of Roky playing in Austin at last year's SXSW)

Years ago when I was working in a record store, which had a "Don't take the vinyl out of the sleeve unless at the counter" policy. I had to hassle a guy about mis handling the (expensive) vinyl a few time.
He was very rude and arrogant, and I told him so. When he bought some stuff and gave me his credit card it turned out to be Ed Kuepper of the Saints, Laughing Clowns etc. Love his music, but he is still an arsehole.

I got to interview heaps of musicians when I was doing a radio show on 3PBS-FM, here in Melbourne, but meeting Rob Younger of Radio Birdman/New Christs was the only time I was truely lost for words due to hero worship.

I will have to save my story about Kim Gordon's dirty underwear for another day!!!!

Joenzy said:

but not nearly as exciting...
I saw Eric Burden picking out eggplants at a grocery store near Joshua Tree, Ca.
My mother knew him.

even less exciting though, my grandad met Alan Price on a flight somewhere! said he had a lovely conversation with him about Jarrow, where they both grew up.

Met Dee Dee Ramone in a bathroom, 2 weeks before he died.
He was using again with members of his band who all looked like Sid Vicious.
This was in Las Vegas.
Talked to the guys from the weirdos.
I've talked to various members of Brian Jonestown.
Also, I've met scores of newer generation members of bands...
but not nearly as exciting...
I saw Eric Burden picking out eggplants at a grocery store near Joshua Tree, Ca.
My mother knew him.
went to a party with Dead Moon in Portland...
they drove me to the party... it was on Halloween.

I met Nigel Lewis of Meteors/Tallboys fame the other saturday. what a gent!

Met Lobby Loyde - in fact he produced my band Arctic Circles first proper recording session in 1985. We walked into Richmond Recorders after work at about 5 in the afternoon and walked out at about 5 the next morning - 4 tracks recorded and mixed all in that timespan. Lobby was a fun guy who had a lot of funny stories. He liked to listen to everything up full blast.

The Arctic Circles first demo session was done by Greg Heenan, the bass player in The Elois. He had a little demo studio called Fitzroy Sound. Nice easygoing guy. He played us the Elois single while we were at the studio. He was kind of bemused when we told him about the whole 60s garage revival scene.

Met the Damned when they played Canberra in '97. My wife and I had a long chat with Patricia Morrison, nice lady.

Met Chris Bailey of The Saints, circa the "Monkey Puzzle" days. He noticed I had a Lurkers badge on, we had a talk about the Lurkers who he seemed to know well from The Saints' early days in London.

Humm, I met Hugh Cornwall as a teenager, I think he lived in the local area. Not a hero of mine though. I met Kurt Cobain in Bristol before the Nirvana explosion, again I was not really a fan and was more interested in seeing Tad (who they were supporting).

The only band I have met that I actually liked I think was Guitar Wolf. I guess this is the only one that counts.

The Branded said:

met reg presley once in salisbury, no one else interests me

sainsbury?at the reduced to clear section?...

18.00-18.45

Count Basie - 'M Squad' Theme
Swans - Stay Here
Harmonia - Veterano
Endless Boogie - Came Wide, Game Finish
Albert Ayler - Light In Darkness (live)
Blondie - Underground Girl
The Clean - Thumbs Off
Cluster - Caramba

19.30-20.30

*Jay Reatard Special*
The Reatards - Lick On My Leather
Bad Times - Over You
Terror Visions - Master Wait
Final Solutions - Deep Six
Destruction Unit - Death To The Old Flesh
Lost Sounds - Blackcoats White Fear
Nervous Patterns - Not Living In The Modern World
Angry Angels - Apparent Transparant
Jay Reatard - It's So Useless

Black Time - Mystery Shopper
Soft Boys - He's A Reptile
X (aus) - Good On You Baby
No Talk - HTXNFS
Movie Star Junkies - Melville
Tony Joe White - Elements and Things
Cola Freaks - Tænder Slukker
Dead Hookers - I've Got Something For You
Rhino 39 - No Compromise
Thomas Function - Conspiracy Of Praise
Reverend Bizarre - One Last Time

Who the f*^k is Marky Las Vegas? Well, lead singer of The Phantom Keys of course. Marky and the rest of the Phantom Keys hail from Spain. Like millions of bands before them and hopefully after them they aspire to write songs that get the girls dancing and the boys singing along. They would like to "not" put themselves in any one category R&B Punk, Mod, etc. but they definitely have a sound. These two tracks put them in good company with The Crawdaddys and The Fleshtones. Stylistically they resemble the former rather than the latter. These two tracks would not be out of place on Crawdaddy Express and the opening lyrics on the b-side aren't that different than a song on the The Fleshtones Take a Good Look. "Don't Want to Be Free" stands out the most of the two tracks. Marky Las Vegas really controls the "call and response" chorus. Manu and Roi (no surnames) throw in a guitar trick or two but clearly are aiming for that mid 60s sound. "Shut Up Johnny" gets the whole band in on the vocals the only breaks are for a little Chuck Berry lead guitar and some blues harp. Overall a great listen and party record. The Phantom Keys aren't looking to reinvent the genre but want to add a track or two along the way. http://myspace.com/thephantomkeys http://www.elbeasto.com/ http://rinjoeconoblog.blogspot.com/

RIFF RIFF bring it down, scream about some girls RIFF guitar/organ/or harmonica solo RIFF and fall apart with grace.

Nothing to add, except that the record is damn too short !

That last part is sound advice for young people! Whats the name of the '60s apocalypse manual? sounds great! Jason Edge said:

I missed the 50/50 fertile section in my emergency preparedness plan. I really don't want humans coming back and certainly not from my seed. Then again, a new nation of long hairs that think only of surfing and RnR might be alright. I'm Irish Comanche though, we may have to eat the young to keep them from weeding out the old. It's not the guns you need to stockpile, it's the ammo.
No joke hunting tip for survival that I read in a '60s apocalypse manual recently acquired at my local thrift store. It was a fun read. Shoot the first thing that moves no matter how small. If it is unedible, lie in wait and shoot what ever comes to eat it.

Maybe the spacemen will come before 2012.

I finally gave in and joined up. http://twitter.com/Ryanisthatguy Come say hello.