I am now officially in love with Nina Gordon.Nina Gordon, late of Veruca Salt, has recorded a mind-blowing cover of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton, in the style of a Baezesque guitar folksinger.
I am now officially in love with Nina Gordon.
Nina Gordon, late of Veruca Salt, has recorded a mind-blowing cover of NWA’s Straight Outta Compton, in the style of a Baezesque guitar folksinger. It’s funny at first, then it’s beautiful, then it’s both.
–Cory on BoingBoing
Get Nina’s Straight Outta Compton.
“Daddy, is there any way iTunes can add a beep to a song?””Uh.” “I mean, could we take the mp3, and, you know, make it so when it plays, it has a…”It starts to dawn on me what she’s asking.
“Daddy, is there any way iTunes can add a beep to a song?”
“Uh.”
“I mean, could we take the mp3, and, you know, make it so when it plays, it has a…”
It starts to dawn on me what she’s asking.
“Olivia, do you mean, like, a bleep?”
“Um. Yeah. Like, if there’s an explicit version of a song…”
“…You want to bleep out the words, right?”
This is my eleven-year-old daughter. She wants to download songs from iTunes to put on her beloved iPod Mini. But she’s concerened, because some of the songs she wants, like several from Green Day’s American Idiot are explicit. She can’t get the clean versions, but she wants the songs.
This is where the dichotomy lies. Because on the one hand, there’s my little girl. She’s thinking, simple problem, simple solution. Solve the problem. Don’t be defeated. Don’t be afraid to change things to make them work the way you want.
On the other hand — hell. How on earth can she be related to me with an attitude like that about four letter words?
Now I just gotta find a simple sound file editor that can do what she wants, and see if she’s willing to listen to the words long enough to get the bleeps in the right place…
Daddy don’t live in that New York City No more
Daddy don’t live in that New York City
No more
This is for the bad little kid in all of us. NWA’s Straight Outta Compton, edited down to only the explicit content.So for example the title track, which starts: Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I’m called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come and get me Off yo ass, that’s how I’m goin out For the punk motherfuckers that’s showin ouIs then reduced to simply:motherfucker, niggaz, fuck, ass, motherfuckers.This reduced to me absolute giggles.
This is for the bad little kid in all of us.
NWA’s Straight Outta Compton, edited down to only the explicit content.
So for example the title track, which starts:
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes
When I’m called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that’s how I’m goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that’s showin ou
Is then distilled down to:
motherfucker, niggaz, fuck, ass, motherfuckers.
This reduced to me absolute giggles.
Not work safe, not kid safe, not even safe for me.
(Thanks, as usual, to BoingBoing.)
And you can’t see his eyes or his longing- -A hat pulled down low Hides the price on his soul. There’s a ship which won’t be long coming; So when he gets on board You just whisper the word. Takes a last look over his shoulder, Sees the sun going down Watched by no one around So where are his friends now he needs them?
I was going to post more song lyrics.
And then I read something of Buck Daruma’s, and, you know, had to admit it means writer’s block.
Read more “A hat pulled down low hides the price on his soul”
Some days, only Motorhead will do.
Some days, only Motorhead will do.
I make love to mountain lions,
Sleep on red-hot branding irons,
When I walk the roadway shakes,
Bed’s a mess of rattlesnakes,
Voodoo child, black cat bone,
Scratch your back, hear you moan,
I get up, you go down, tall building, single bound,
War and peace and love, say it if you dare,
Iron fist, velvet glove,
I’m so bad, baby I don’t care,
Black-hearted to the bone,
Older than The Rolling Stones,
Been to heaven, been to hell,
Bought the farm, and I won’t sell,
Give and take, rise and fall, rise up and take it all,
Secret love, I won’t tell, knock you up and ring your bell,
Kiss the whip, eat the gun,
Tell me it ain’t fair, midnight victim, hit and run,
I’m so bad, baby I don’t care,
I make the blind to see,
Shoot ’em full of R and B,
I make the lame to walk,
Come ’round and pop your cork,
Wham, bam, thank you ma’am,
Thought I heard the back door slam,
Overkill, walk the line, kill the lights, it’s lampshade time,
On the road, on the lam, people running scared,
I’m everything they say I am, I’m so bad, baby I don’t care.
-Motorhead, I’m So Bad (Baby I Don’t Care)
She’s all dressed up and waiting for a bus in the hot sunshine She just wants to kill some time But it looks like time’s gonna kill her first So she goes to the cocktail lounge to lounge and says “I’m gonna have a real good time.”
God I love Mark Eitzel’s lyrics.
Art Pepper – Meets the Rhythm Section Art Pepper is an alto sax player; the rhythm section here is the above mentioned band from “Kind of Blue”, sans John Coltrane, Miles Davis and Cannonball…. It’s the best rhythm section of the era playing at peak, and a man who is pouring his pain and fear and love out, un-filtered, though his alto sax.
I wrote this up a year or so ago for a friend who wanted to know what jazz albums I would suggest for someone who doesn’t know jazz but wants to get started with it.
The jazz I know and love is all late fifties to early sixties. So this is a list from that era only. This isn’t a complete list. This is the albums I consider must-haves from the era, but there are, certainly, many others that I’ve missed. I’m still discovering artists I don’t know.
First – the album I consider to be possibly the best album ever made, in any genre, by any artist. “Kind of Blue” by Miles Davis. No collection should be without it. If you get it and like it, there’s a fantastic book by Ashley Kahn that disects the album – what lead up to it, who’s on it, how it was recorded, and then track-by-track notes that open up some of the songs in an incredibly vivid way. I read it with the album, on head-phones, went though the tracks over and over as I was reading the descriptions. It’s fascinating, but only if one already has explored the album.
In the so fucking wrong department, we have:o Freddie, But for Queen the Show Must Go On:British rock band Queen has kicked off its first tour since the death of Freddie Mercury in 1991, hoping that the strength of the songs makes up for the absence of the charismatic frontman. Two of the original band members strutted the stage at a south London venue late on Monday accompanied by Paul Rodgers, the man handed the unenviable task of filling Freddie’s shoes.Um.Ok…So let me say, I was one of Queen’s biggest fans.
In the so fucking wrong department, we have:
No Freddie, But for Queen the Show Must Go On:
British rock band Queen has kicked off its first tour since the death of Freddie Mercury in 1991, hoping that the strength of the songs makes up for the absence of the charismatic frontman. Two of the original band members strutted the stage at a south London venue late on Monday accompanied by Paul Rodgers, the man handed the unenviable task of filling Freddie’s shoes.
Um.
Ok…
So let me say, I was one of Queen’s biggest fans. I’ve lost count of how many times I camped out to get good tickets. I’ve seen Queen many, many times. I absolutely worshipped this band when I was a teenager. And I’m a fan of Brian May and Roger Taylor; I always thought they were the real creative force behind the band, still today think they wrote almost all the great songs (Freddy wrote a few, but pretty much all of Deacon’s songs sucked balls, never mind that they were hits).
So it’s not that I think Freddy was Queen. Freddy was the face and image of Queen, sure, but Queen was the music of Taylor and May along with Freddy.
But… Paul Rodgers?
I just ain’t feelin’ it, fellas. Really.
Love me some Iggy Pop. Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Money Skull rings Fast cars Hot chicks Fancy things
Love me some Iggy Pop.
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things