Tyondai Braxton (used to live in my hood, nice guy), reminds me a lot of Kieran Hebdon (Fourtet, Fridge, etc). They should get together (I was just listening to Fridge in my car 20 mins ago, and finally made the aural aesthetic connection.
Well, I've hung out w/ Tyondai a few times, and would see him around, and he endured my spiel of worshipping his father w/ grace, so, he always gets vote.
8:42pm
Mr C:
Without a song, the day would never end
Without a song, the road would never have been..
And that said, I just did a Google search for “Gentleman’s A” (fully assuming it was what I thought it was; awarded grades) but Google is giving me a list of strip clubs in addition to articles on the phenomena. www.google.com...
Someone should just open ups strip club called ‘The Gentleman’s A”
To add to the eclecticism, I just discovered a Chinese fast food place (assume a small chain?) that specializes in duck necks. So if anyone needs fast food duck necks, it exists in New York… Possibly elsewhere.
9:33pm
famous original sugarwolf:
I thought it was a Gentleman's C!
( a gentleman's C cup if we're talking strip club names)
Wonder if there could be a Halloween buffet of foods people eat that are still cross-culturally weird? Like bring cultures together through tripe, duck neck, beef tongue, pigs knuckles and all that…
Young (16) Al Kooper visiting NYC record label Musicor in 1960, hoping to convince label owner Aaron Schroeder into giving Al some session work. Schroeder asks Al to hang around while he auditions a new singer-songwriter. As recounted in Al's bio, "Backstage Passes and Backstabbing Bastards":
While I thumbed through the latest Billboard magazine in the waiting room, this guy walks in wearing a salt and pepper jacket, heavily greased-down DA (“Duck’s Ass”) hairdo, and white bucks. Three dressing schools tied together; very strange. The creature was quickly ushered in, sat down at the piano, and proceeded to mesmerize us for two uninterrupted hours with his incredible songs and bizarre voice. He was an original, and the impact on me was like hearing soul music for the first time. But one of the mightiest music business ordinances encourages the “poker-face,” so Schroeder and I did our utmost to refrain from hailing him as the unique talent we knew he was. After the kid left, Schroeder nonchalantly asked me what I thought.
“What could anyone think?” I said, knowing that we both knew the answer perfectly well. “Sign that guy!”
“Should we change his name?” Schroeder asked.
“Don’t make no difference what you call him,” I answered, “Gene Pitney is gonna be a big star!”
Gaylord i have tapes from wfmu (probably that guy Irwin's show) from the early 80s with R.Stevie Moore on them...i just haven't heard all 300-400 of his releases!
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(sudden desire for sashimi)
After your show though : )
Without a song, the road would never have been..
Did you see the lightening Friday night? Never heard louder thunder in my life!
And that said, I just did a Google search for “Gentleman’s A” (fully assuming it was what I thought it was; awarded grades) but Google is giving me a list of strip clubs in addition to articles on the phenomena. www.google.com...
Someone should just open ups strip club called ‘The Gentleman’s A”
About Julia Warhola
Red, we have some friends in that generation that make us feel that way. The youngest one is studying environmental science.
( a gentleman's C cup if we're talking strip club names)
Catch you next week.
Thanks for it!
While I thumbed through the latest Billboard magazine in the waiting room, this guy walks in wearing a salt and pepper jacket, heavily greased-down DA (“Duck’s Ass”) hairdo, and white bucks. Three dressing schools tied together; very strange. The creature was quickly ushered in, sat down at the piano, and proceeded to mesmerize us for two uninterrupted hours with his incredible songs and bizarre voice. He was an original, and the impact on me was like hearing soul music for the first time. But one of the mightiest music business ordinances encourages the “poker-face,” so Schroeder and I did our utmost to refrain from hailing him as the unique talent we knew he was. After the kid left, Schroeder nonchalantly asked me what I thought.
“What could anyone think?” I said, knowing that we both knew the answer perfectly well. “Sign that guy!”
“Should we change his name?” Schroeder asked.
“Don’t make no difference what you call him,” I answered, “Gene Pitney is gonna be a big star!”