What are you listening to right now? (VOL II)
Posted by: Adam Meredith on 23 March 2008
quote:Originally posted by Christian Alshus:quote:Originally posted by BigH47:
Thank you, BigHit.
Listen to the music now on MySpace. Do you have more tips of this kind of music?
-Christian
Might be worth trying the same artist with the sadly deceased Ali Farka Toure and then try some of his solo stuff.
Have a listen Here
Regards
Diccus
p.s. That's about it as far as my World music knowledge goes mind
Excellent !
Nyles Lannon "Pressure"
quote:Originally posted by mtuttleb:
Excellent !
Mark,
Is it yours or did you borrow Stefan's copy?
Haim
Music I could cook with.
quote:Originally posted by Haim Ronen:quote:Originally posted by Lontano:
The more romantic side of Peter Hammill
Adrian,
Is that your self-portrait during the move?...
Regards,
Haim
Haim - it could well be! Knee deep in boxes here. Had my listening chair in place and my hi-fi set up and going before the removal men had even got half the boxes in the house. Got to get the priorities right.
Adrian,
I hope that the piano arrived safely too..
I always found the unpacking to be less of a chore and more relaxing, especially if you have good music to go with.
Stuart,
I cleaned the house today, washed two cars in the steamy weather outside (3 degrees C) and the garage floor from all the winter's salt.
Cooked dinner for two and I am ready now for a hot shower and a film to watch for the remain of the evening.
Have a good weekend,
Haim
I can't think of any jazz disc which gives me more pleasure than this one:
I hope that the piano arrived safely too..
I always found the unpacking to be less of a chore and more relaxing, especially if you have good music to go with.
Stuart,
I cleaned the house today, washed two cars in the steamy weather outside (3 degrees C) and the garage floor from all the winter's salt.
Cooked dinner for two and I am ready now for a hot shower and a film to watch for the remain of the evening.
Have a good weekend,
Haim
I can't think of any jazz disc which gives me more pleasure than this one:
All those secrets
You've been concealing
Say you're happy now,
Once more with feeling...
quote:Originally posted by Lontano:quote:Originally posted by Haim Ronen:
Adrian,
I hope that the piano arrived safely too..
I always found the unpacking to be less of a chore and more relaxing, especially if you have good music to go with.
All arrived safe. Piano getting far more usage in it's new position. Just need the kids to learn a few more tunes...
How is the sound in your new listening room - or will you have to move again?
quote:Originally posted by MilesSmiles:
How is the sound in your new listening room - or will you have to move again?
Not as good as the last room imho. Not as much bass from the system. Although we are well away from neighbours the sound seems to travel quite badly round the neighbourhood. Yes, when we go to next house I will be looking more carefully at the construction of the listening room. But for a temporary/interim new hi-fi room I am happy enough.
Herbie Hancock "River: The Joni Letters"
quote:Originally posted by Lontano:
This a very accomplished debut album. If you have seen her playing bass with Jeff Beck on the Crossroads Guitar Festival DVD, then you will already know that she is a superb bass player...and so young.
quote:Originally posted by MilesSmiles:quote:Originally posted by Haim Ronen:quote:Originally posted by MilesSmiles:
Haim,
based on your post I was listening to these two this morning.
I wish I had all the OJCCDs.
Cheers ... Oliver
Maybe this one next?
Oliver,
Alone in San Francisco is the only album I have out of those three.
The Mulligan Meets Monk is one of the best jazz discs that I own. If you have a chance, listen to it. I am thinking of getting the xrcd version of it as well.
Haim
Haim,
thanks for pointing this out - I couldn't find it in my Monk section but actually do have the XRCD 0032-2, (filed with my other XRCDs). As you can tell I haven't listened to it in a while but will do so tomorrow morning. I have as well Monk 'Live at Monterey '63' as Mofi UDCD 685. Both will get a spin tomorrow.
Cheers ... Oliver
Haim,
a shame I neglected these two recordings for a while. The MoFi sounds very good, the XRCD has outstanding sound quality. I do not have the redbook version to compare directly but I'm sure you would not be disappointed. You get three alternate takes on the XRCD (decidedly / straight, no chaser / i mean you).
Cheers ... Oliver
One of my favourite Genesis albums
Here you go Munch. Try this next. A good bit of Wot Gorilla should test out the system.
I am onto Nursery Cryme on the silver stuff.
With one of Gabriel's best lines -
"Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea. He can't go far. He can't go far -- hasn't got a leg to stand on. He can't go far".
With one of Gabriel's best lines -
"Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea. He can't go far. He can't go far -- hasn't got a leg to stand on. He can't go far".
Here you go Munch. A little copy and paste
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
They disagree on a gangland boundary.
There's Willy Wright and his boys -
one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
the Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
yes these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...
the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill,
and Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves in on the outside left
with a chain flying round his head;
and Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come the cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar,
accountants keep the score: 10-4.
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets,
the other kids hid - so they did!
And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
"I do my double-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick.
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave,
then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
my employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began when I went on a tour,
hoping to find some furniture.
I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest".
It led to a lady who showed me her best.
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
to see what the trouble was.
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"
To save my steeple, I visited people;
for this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
when the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange foundation,
conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation;
he'd had to hide his reputation.
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door.
But now, with a pin-up guru every week,
it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.
He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms.
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're in
the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
We guard your souls for peanuts,
and we guard your shops and houses
for just a little more.
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress,
but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
fires acorns from out of his sling.
(Here come the cavalry!)
Up, up above the crowd,
inside their Silver Cloud, done proud,
the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day
and the Clouds roll away.
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count
at the break-in of day.
When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru'
- all they can see is the morning goo.
"There's no-one left alive - must be draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.
Along the Forest Road, there's hundreds of cars - luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars - superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
'cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
They disagree on a gangland boundary.
There's Willy Wright and his boys -
one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
the Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
yes these Christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in...
the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys of Bill,
and Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves in on the outside left
with a chain flying round his head;
and Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come the cavalry!)
Amidst the battle roar,
accountants keep the score: 10-4.
They've never been alone, after getting a radiophone.
The bluebells are ringing for Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was a kid, walking the streets,
the other kids hid - so they did!
And now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are those that haven't paid.
"I do my double-show quick!" said Mick the Prick, fresh out the nick.
"I sell cheap holiday. The minute they leave,
then a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed!"
They called me the Reverend when I entered the Church unstained;
my employers have changed but the name has remained.
It all began when I went on a tour,
hoping to find some furniture.
I followed a sign - it said "Beautiful Chest".
It led to a lady who showed me her best.
She was taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
to see what the trouble was.
"Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?"
"You're telling me!"
"Perhaps, sir, if it's not too late.
we could interest you in our old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?"
"Oh no, not me, I'm a man of repute."
But the Devil caught hold of my soul and a voice called out "Shoot!"
To save my steeple, I visited people;
for this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
when the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange foundation,
conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation;
he'd had to hide his reputation.
When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door.
But now, with a pin-up guru every week,
it's Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated for all who seek.
He employed me as a karma-ma-mechanic, with overall charms.
His hands were then fit to receive, receive alms.
That's why we're in
the Battle of Epping Forest,
yes it's the Battle of Epping Forest,
right outside your door.
We guard your souls for peanuts,
and we guard your shops and houses
for just a little more.
In with a left hook is the Bethnal Green Butcher,
but he's countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
and Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kisser in a mess, Bob seems under stress,
but Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
and Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
fires acorns from out of his sling.
(Here come the cavalry!)
Up, up above the crowd,
inside their Silver Cloud, done proud,
the bold and brazen brass, seen darkly through the glass.
The butler's got jam on his Rolls; Roy doles out the lot,
with tea from a silver pot just like any picnic.
Along the Forest Road, it's the end of the day
and the Clouds roll away.
Each has got its load - they'll come out for the count
at the break-in of day.
When the limos return for their final review, it's all thru'
- all they can see is the morning goo.
"There's no-one left alive - must be draw."
So the Blackcap Barons toss a coin to settle the score.
