music consumers are maniacs when it comes to where theyre going to find new music...searching....here, there, spin off bands, new bands via myspace, facebook, whatever. in this new age of immediate music and in turn, immediate shit, its become a mode of constant saturation. its nice at times to just stop searching and enjoy what you have. in the last ten days i have been posting about some new bands with an old sound. its that twang thats coming back to me.
my grandfather used to shoot cats and listen to hank williams on his screened porch, mind you it was played out of a "ghetto blaster" ...really, he shit canned his old record player/piece of furniture for what at the time was a break dancers main weapon. (think ll cool j's Radio) so we would sit there and he would drink miller high life and shoot cats with a pellet gun when they got in his tomatoe plants. oh, and this was los angeles...not greater, but still L.A. in 1984.
uncle tupelo always reminds me of those days, thats why when it becomes tiring finding new music and weeding through a crowd of kids that basically come out of an American apparel meets painted on girl pants machine, i always resort back to them. and when its a favorite playing another favorites music you cant help but kick your feet up and shoot a cat with a pellet gun.
watch/listen- uncle tupelo
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uncle tupelo!!!!!!!!!!!
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