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Foghat? Really? Wait, let me check the calendar... nope, it is the 21st Century. And I haven't used a time machine (at least for this). But, I am really pleasantly surprised by this NEW, 2010 release.
I am currently listening to this online. CBS Records did a good thing and was streaming the entire new release, in a loop. I'm glad I found that stream, because I never would have thought of buying a new Foghat album. Last Train Home
This is not the Slow Ride 70's anthem rock, and it is not the horrible stuff they put out in the 80's. (I listened to a greatest hits, and the post-70's stuff were neither greatest, nor hits). But, wow, this new release sounds like a mix of old, very old Fleetwood Mac blues, some early bluesy Aerosmith, a little Black Crowes, and a bit of Buddy Guy.
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What, pray tell, shall I say ??
Maybe the way she hums at the end is indicative of the moaning in the real Danses Macabre? But then, the theme of her lyrics dovetails nicely with the moral of this ancient genre ... universality. In this piece, she seems to state that she is perfectly happy alone. To be kind is to be better than smart, and you can almost imagine her waltzing by herself in a room. Here is the similarity ... in death, indeed, you will from everyone part. (Will you be happy then? Content by the life you lead and all your earthy contrivances?) If you cannot accept even yourself as a partner, how can someone else, no matter how smart you are? If your whole life is a frantic run from (and to) death, how can you find the civilized and modest pace of the Waltz?
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The Ware River Club
Cathedral
A local record store owner introduced this band to me when I was looking for something new. Unfortunately, it was this summer 2009, several years after this album was published and the band had already dispersed.
Matt Hebert... Come back! Come back!
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I love to listen to movie soundtracks in advance of a film's release.This one bears interest for indie fans, curiously strange and less pop than the Twlight Original soundtrack , although there were some good picks on that one, too. We are now forever MuteMath fans.
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Paul Westerberg & The Ghost Gloves Cat Wing Joy Boys.
Westerberg has been writing long enough to be able to observe, provoke and give advice to the human condition without apology. In this 6 track download, the understated release is not a casual sketch. The lyrics are Westerberg's craft in this showcase. His voice and contrasting instrumentals keep the songs accessible and pointed. "Ring around the rosary, pocket full of prose you read, ashes to ashes, we all fall in love." I've heard other fans say they needed to listen to this EP several times in order to decide it was a keeper. I agree, first listen misses the quality of the phrasing and the lyrics fly by too quickly to really be absorbed by commoners like us. Westerberg is patient with us, he knows it will all sink in ... eventually.
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After the Zeppelin reunion show in December, 2007, the band members were on the interview circuit and Plant introduced his new album several times, which had been released two months prior to the show. "Gone, Gone, Gone" started to grow on me and I became curious and anticipated, as with other Plant projects, it was a unique piece of work. I mentioned it to a colleague who is a genuine bluegrass fan. He told me he didn't like it, because it wasn't bluegrass enough. I listened to the song more closely and although I don't know bluegrass at all, I understood what he meant, and as a Zeppelin/Plant fan, I was secretly pleased.
Plant is the like the scorpion in the fable of inherent character. He just can't help himself to be who he is. Even with the intricately timed harmony of he and Krauss and his wish to discipline himself with this new genre, he is still Robert Plant. His wails and moans are there, they are just subdued, and occasionally, a good one slips out, and we smile.
