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"The Devil’s All You Ever Had" by Alberta Cross (2007). 

New computer and I’m back, baby. Been listening to this song (this album, really) heavily while at work this past week. I had not heard of this dudes until a sweet tip from my buddy, Donnie. Good stuff.

"Revolution" by Dr. John (2012). Once again, my boy @DjLancasio turns me on to some absolute rock ‘n’ roll majesty. This track, off of his Auerbach produced LP, is brimming with goofy funk horns and those guitar punches that we all love (scope Auerbach’s nasty Tele in the vid) — not to mention Dr. John’s still-so-fucking-strong, down home snarl. The video itself showcases his incredible live band at the Brooklyn Academy of Music - playing music and looking like some #coolguys. 

The Beatles — Bird’s eye.

The Beatles — Bird’s eye.

Last night, in Kalamazoo, MI, on the eve of my birthday — Me and Mr. Bazan after his seriously fantastic living room show. I’m reluctant, but floored.
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had a great night in kzoo. went to the super delicious and stupid cheap Gallo Blanco for dinner (best gorditas out there), saw David Bazan play solo in a living room, listened to some deep cuts from Dylan’s all encompassing record collection, and had a birthday manjam for Arthur’s 23rd in the basement. Bagel beanery on the way out of town. phew.
a chill embrace between two chill dudes.

Last night, in Kalamazoo, MI, on the eve of my birthday — Me and Mr. Bazan after his seriously fantastic living room show. I’m reluctant, but floored.

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had a great night in kzoo. went to the super delicious and stupid cheap Gallo Blanco for dinner (best gorditas out there), saw David Bazan play solo in a living room, listened to some deep cuts from Dylan’s all encompassing record collection, and had a birthday manjam for Arthur’s 23rd in the basement. Bagel beanery on the way out of town. phew.

a chill embrace between two chill dudes.


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"Ain’t Good Enough For You" by Bruce Springsteen.

More often than not, top youtube comments are the most correct: “A throwaway for Bruce is a top-ten hit for anyone else…you rock man!”. Pure joy. Thanks, internet. 

"EVERYBODY FORM A LINE!" - The Boss & The E Street Band.

"EVERYBODY FORM A LINE!" - The Boss & The E Street Band.

Rust Whip rockstar, Chill Dyl Lancaster.
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Dylan Lancaster // Rust Whip // Kalamazoo, MI

Rust Whip rockstar, Chill Dyl Lancaster.

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Dylan Lancaster // Rust Whip // Kalamazoo, MI


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BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN - ROSALITA (COME OUT TONIGHT)

[Live in Phoenix, ‘78]  

A little context - At this point in his career, the Boss has given himself a total of zero days rest in the wake of releasing Darkness on the Edge of Town, and is now knee deep in the middle of a tour of epic proportions: 115 shows spanning from May 23rd, 1978 - January 1st, 1979. Bruce is on the cusp of becoming one of (if not the) biggest rock stars on the planet, yet is unwavering in his boyish will to freak the fuck out, for the sake of the show. This performance, suffice it to say, is a spectacle to behold…so in the sprit of this guy (oh no!), I’m gonna attempt a bit of a VIDEO BREAKDOWN.

  • 0:12 – What a way to set a tone! Weinberg is all too prepared to drill a few sixteenth notes into oblivion. These fills build a perfect ramp for Bruce to launch himself into the throng of women awaiting his Tele pokes.
  • 0:26 – I love how quickly the band is able to settle into a grove, just milliseconds before Bruce sings that opening note. Obviously The E Street Band isn’t full of chumps, but their effectiveness is not to be undermined. In other words: here we goooo.
  • 0:39 – First shot of the literal throngs of women clamoring for a piece of the Boss. Sidenote: I love how unintelligible Bruce’s opening lines are! I understand that going through the processes of converting a taped set from 1978, with live sound, onto a computer, having it compressed and shit through youtube’s pipes, and eking through my incredibly tinny laptop speakers isn’t exactly an audiophile’s wet dream, but come on! I’m pretty sure I hear somethin’ like, “sweat it out now Rosie, cut your cumquat lose from mama’s waaang!!!,” But I digress…it’s all about the energy, right?
  • 1:01 – “YOU’RE THE ONE” – Ok, I get it. They all just know they’re the one.
  • 1:05 – First shot of the Big Man (R.I.P.). Bruce most certainly gives him credit for being such a formidable presence later on in the song, but holy cow. Who do you know that could ever pull off a suit like that?! It certainly has to do with the sax, right…?
  • 1:22 – Could Max Weinberg be any more stiff? I mean, seriously. I respect the man as a drummer, no doubt, but something about the rigidity of the sleeve/shades combo makes it impossible for me not to laugh.
  • 1:45 – The levees have broken. Bruce, the Wise has conjured up his first female attendant…and eagerly prances with her as she is tossed off stage. Just in time for that humungous chorus.
  • 1:54 – If the adjective “big” is one often used to describe Bruce & The E Street Band’s live show (marathon sets, extended versions of songs, a literal big band), this chorus is the personification of the expert showmanship engrained in their collective heart – Max’s double timed Latin-y cymbal bell, the group vocals, the Big Man’s screaming sax; the care these guys take in their craft is unparalleled.
  • 2:10 – Bruce needs a quick check-in with the band. Yup, they’re as ready as always.

Women

  • 2:38 – Listen to the way that the piano line carries the band into the next section. It’s far too easy to give Bruce all of the credit, but when you take the time to somehow visually claw your way around the dynamo that is Springsteen, there is a whole world of professional musicianship happening.
  • 3:34 – “YOU GUYS ARE DANGEROUS DOWN HERE TONIGHT”. Yup. That Telecaster is an extension of self.
  • 3:51 – Bruce cuts the lights. Considering there has yet to be a guitar solo this obviously isn’t the end of the track, but what’s next? If I were one of the sixteen year old girlsnestled squeezed amongst five thousand of my best-friends-turned-mortal-enemies, my heart surely would’ve skipped a beat.
  • 3:55 – We’re back.
  • 4:02 – The introductions: Keyboards: “Professor” Roy Bittan – Bald and unassuming.Guitar: “Miami” Steve van Zandt – A younger Syl? A younger Syl. A YOUNGER SYL! (at this point, duh, but STILL). Bass: “Mr.” Gary W. Tallent – Appreciative. Very normal man. I like it. Drums: “The Mighty” Max – There you go Weinberg. Keep it rigid. Organ: “Phantom***” Danny Federici – Somebody needs to help a brother out with that one. ***Solved. Thanks, Dyl. Sax: Shudder… “The King of the World”, “the Master of Disaster”, the Big Man, Clarence Clemmons – Wow, he could not look cooler.
  • 5:12 – They start the slow strut. Take a look at each of their faces.Clarence with a meanly large, open-mouthed snarl, Bruce as the eager little brother anticipating a clash.
  • 5:30 – The chromatic build-up: A Bruce staple. Climb that amp, Boss!
  • 5:53 – The Sax-led break down. Oh my lord! It’s time to bust out the dancing shoes.
  • 6:37 – Weinberg’s big beat section. Love it.
  • 7:10 – “PAPA SAYS HE KNOWS THAT I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY!
  • 7:58 – “I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way” … I don’t know what is exactly about that line that makes me willing to listen to it over and over again, but whether it’s picturing me and my own Rosie in some desert oasis or just Bruce’s delivery, it works.
  • 8:06 – The big man with the castanets?! All of a sudden he’s become Pan with his flute, prancing around with the nymphs, only dressed in a violently bright, red suit! What can’t this guy do?
  • 8:19 – YOUNG SYYYLLLLL.
  • 8:49 – What theatrics! After a couple of well-placed spins with the Big Man, Bruce sashays his Tele across the stage for all to see. Those two really were made for each other.
  • 9:07 – You knew it was inevitable. Bring on the women. Look at how committed Bruce is to pleasing his fans! I mean…that’s a full on make out.

 What a way to end it. What a performance. Truly legendary.

This is no joke.