Twang, baby!
Internet radio has a station called Twang: Insurgent Country. It showcases my new favorite record label, Bloodshot Records.
Neko Case, Wayne Hancock, Robbie Fulks, Old 97's...many others.
It is excellent. If you can't find the radio station, then HIE THEE to your local record store and ask for the entire Bloodshot catalogue. I'm not kidding.
For anyone out there who thinks the shit that passes itself off as country music right now - you know what I'm talking about, your Shanias and your Faiths and your....(gag break)...Garths - really IS country music, you're barking up the wrong fucking tree. That stuff is horrible, lame, middle of the road, puke-inducing garbage.
Seriously...check out Bloodshot Records. THE REAL FUCKING COUNTRY DEAL.
That's all I have for today.
The fast went great. I already look and feel better, and I've been popping up out of bed before the alarm even goes off. One day. That's all it took (well, that, and some good, healthy eating since, with only one small setback when faced with cheese). I'm going to try to do a rapid-clean once a month, if I can.
Neko Case, Wayne Hancock, Robbie Fulks, Old 97's...many others.
It is excellent. If you can't find the radio station, then HIE THEE to your local record store and ask for the entire Bloodshot catalogue. I'm not kidding.
For anyone out there who thinks the shit that passes itself off as country music right now - you know what I'm talking about, your Shanias and your Faiths and your....(gag break)...Garths - really IS country music, you're barking up the wrong fucking tree. That stuff is horrible, lame, middle of the road, puke-inducing garbage.
Seriously...check out Bloodshot Records. THE REAL FUCKING COUNTRY DEAL.
That's all I have for today.
The fast went great. I already look and feel better, and I've been popping up out of bed before the alarm even goes off. One day. That's all it took (well, that, and some good, healthy eating since, with only one small setback when faced with cheese). I'm going to try to do a rapid-clean once a month, if I can.
posted by Andraste at 3:29 PM
14 Comments:
While I am delighted that your fast made you feel like uber totty, Jesus christ monkey balls, my fucking eyes. Red? Ow!
Heh, sorry FMC. I was trying to tie it in with the subject of the post "BLOODSHOT" Records.
Have no fear, the gray is back tomorrow.
Good to know on the gray, FMC is right -- the red's tough to take.
If you like non-current radio country, do you like bluegrass? If so, I suggest Sugar Hill records -- consistently great stuff.
Looooove bluegrass. The real deal, that stuff. Rounder has a bunch of good acts, but I'll definitely check out Sugar Hill.
neko is jesas. infact shes jesis an a half. no shes double jesus.
The Old 97's Too Far to Care is just an amazing album, but the best alt. country is still Son Volt's Trace. Even with the session men, Jay Farrar can still rock the house with the new Son Volt lineup (though it's not the same as the original). Whiskeytown's Stranger's Almanac, Wilco's Summerteeth and Drive By Truckers' Southern Rock Opera round out the top 5 alt country albums (in my humble opinion) ever.
My ex-girlfriend fasted. I have to say I was fucking amazed by it. She so obviously looked and felt better. The downside however was her regaling me with tales of what would be expelled from her digestive system, what with the garlic enemas and all. Having not an ounce of self-discipline, fasting is utterly beyond me, to my shame.
I was going to get me a Country record, but then my wife left me, my dog died...
HA3- I'm inclined to agree there. Where has she been on my life?
Dan- I'm cutting and pasting all these titles into my Amazon wish list for Christmas.
Brewski- garlic enemas? Jesus CHRIST! There's no need for that kind of extremism. I would never regale anyone with that kind of detail. My poor husband has to hear about my cramps, but that's entirely different, as it gives him ample warning to be extra nice.
El B- You know the old joke about country records? If you play them backwards you get your job back, get your wife back, your truck back, and you quit drinking.
...uh...ALL my life, not ON my life. Fuck.
Must finish coffee before typing first thing in the morning. Christ.
"I didn't get a Maroon either, the fuckbag. I could have gotten at least something like "least coherent" or "smells a bit but has a heart of gold." Fuck 'im.
My blog ain't worth a dime either. Good. I reject cynical materialism as a reason to blog. Fuck them, too"
My word, do you kiss your boyfriend with that mouth? For speed, I refer you to the answer I gave earlier to Dr E S, namely:
Relax man, calm down to a frenzy. I’ve got a tiger by the tail here.
It’s all growing exponentially (only you and I REALLY understand that term). Explanations in full will be given soon, once I check these new guys’ finite element analyses. It’s Friday but I will take immediate remedial action. There, you can’t say fairer than that.
You can ignore the maths bit, being a girl.
I'm scared to ask, but are "da broons", the well loved comic strip family from 10 Glebe Street, appearing weekly in the Scottish Sunday Post? Christ tell me no.
Awww Dr. Maroon, you know I was just kidding around. I know my blog hasn't reached the level of originality or goodness of the others on your awards list. I'm actually very humble, and had I known you were doing an awards list, I wouldn't have expeted on anyway.
Yes, I swear a good deal. Always try to be appropriate in public, but my internal dialogue is absolutely filthy and blogging is an outlet for that.
No, da broons is a regional pronunciation for The Bruins, my local NHL hockey team. I wish I could hate them, but God help me, I love them. More than is healthy for me, I fear.
The good Doctor's awards were a generous gesture, but as I'm sure he's noticed, those blogs are all just doing schtick. Maroon's the only real natural writer in the bunch.
Thank God for anonymous posting. You can say what everybody knows.
What the fuck do you need anonymous posting for when nobody uses their real fucking name anyway?
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