I want to be better about sharing music artists or groups that I enjoy so that it will force me to find new music, but for tonight, I’m going to showcase Chester French. 125 more words
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So… if nothing else, 2012 proved that by George the Mayans had it all kinds of right: the year proved a renaissance of apocalyptic proportions – a year when the culturally amnesiac cynics failed to recognize a sea change over the screams of their own skeptic scoffs… alas, even in the midst of privately-backed Super-PAC pocketed media, bindered women, NRA publicity stunts, mass school shootings, a deluge of false formations and knowledge starvation, the spectacle’s continued triumph over literacy shrugged – and oh, Sandy; even in the midst of all that, there was music – glorious music – because after all, to mark the fall, the birth of tragedy is forever conceived in the spirit of music.
Above “Are You Gonna Be My Girl?” on the cover of Jet, beyond Delilah’s panther black tee… The Black Lips never quite uttered words like these… 146 more words