I love this. What a great (deductible!) way to give presents.
It costs the library $60 to preserve a single cylinder, including rehousing, cataloging, and digitizeing it for public access. We currently have a backlog of over 1,000 cylinders that are not yet digitized. In 2010 a grant from the GRAMMY Foundation® supported the digitization of over 1,000 cylinders, but there are still hundreds more to be preserved and digitized.
If you would like to “adopt” a cylinder, we will prioritize the digitization of a cylinder and put it online for you and others to listen to. A $60 tax deductible donation* to the cylinder project will ensure the preservation of the cylinder of your choice.
Just as a service worker’s tolerance for asshole behavior from a customer rises in direct proportion to how much he spends, so too will music fans overlook an artist’s morally repugnant private life in proportion to the assumed value of his output. People hate Chris Brown because he is too famous for music that is not good enough to replace his womanbeating as the first thing they think of when they hear his name.
George Jones was a wifebeater, but when you hear his name I bet you think of “White Lightning” or that story about him driving the riding mower to the bar before you think about that. James Brown was arrested—a LOT—on domestic violence charges. But that’s not the first thing I think of when I hear him. It’s not even the first thing I think of when Ike Turner’s name is mentioned (Rocket ‘88 always starts playing in my head, and then I remember seeing him in Memphis sometime in the 90s with his ridiculously hot statuesque young girlfriend).
So, when Chris Brown is the subject, we must always discuss his womanbeating because 1) it’s the most interesting thing about him and 2) his musical catalog does not carry enough weight to combat his assholism. There is some sort of algorithm that determines at which point “artistic merit” overcomes “being a horrible person” and he is so very much on the wrong side of that.
Glass Eye seem to have receded back into the mists of pre-internet 80s indie obscurity, but they were so important in Austin. After hearing them on KTSB, I bought a cassette of Hello Young Lovers and listened to it in my Walkman over and over during my first Austin summer.
here is a playlist I made for a pool party tonight. Sorry about the missing songs but Spotify. All I require is the ability to listen to what I want, when I want and how I want it. Is that too much to ask?
It’s funny, yesterday I was having a conversation about how “pop” is like, my third favorite kind of music not even close to “noisy rock” and “dance” even though my favorite song is “Waterloo Sunset,” which might be the most perfect pop song ever written, and then today I just had to hear this song.
How come more people don’t write lyrics with “tenterhooks” in them? It rhymes with SO MANY WORDS
Have you ever gotten compliments on your selector skills at the strip club, or were patron’s attentions elsewhere?
Working at the strip club was interesting. At first it was great cause I had a group of open-minded girls who actually flipped thru my collection and I found myself playing stuff I liked to hear. Stuff like Sisters of Mercy, Deee-Lite, Al Green, Pixies, The Roots…I even once played some Miles Davis, I was all over the musical spectrum.
Ever date a stripper?
Who hasn’t? It’s what you make of it. I really don’t know how to explain it, but I will say it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and can be nerve wracking at times.