Love & Rockets, cuz I’m old and they jam in some weird unforgettable jams. jungle law, teardrop collector. The album is a must.
“I don't know what color your eyes are, baby
But your hair is long and brown 🎤”
Lydia Loveless, savior of cowpunk. the lingerie cowboy. They are an indestructible machine. “can’t change me”, it just is.
“🎼 Because if people knew, they would call me a fool
I wish they knew it was true: Jesus was a wino, too”
Alejandro Escovedo. If he’s in town, we go. He reminds me off an old story Kiss tell about getting started. At 73 Alejandro will still tear the roof off an empty room. And the full ones are abuzz in adrenaline that keeps the 20-something to 80-something crowd he draws on their feet. He’s the old school punk rock rolled in smart Americana Rock ‘n Roll. He’s an embodiment of Austin City Limits magic ❤️
“I was drunk, I was down, I was wandering around my bed… I calLEd out your name… 🎶”
Metric. The art of doubt. “I’m so rich, everything is free.” 🎵 I love Canadian rockers - they know how to skewer bullshite and this is one of many in their now lengthy catalog that plays electric rock as loud as your punk-kid-soul needs it to go. When I blow the speakers on the family van my wife is gunna be pissed but, what can I say. I can’t put the good speakers in the house 🤣 When the generally more subtle, and way more analog, Cowboy Junkies & Neko Case need a shake-up this is one of the Metric Albums that gets a spin.
