Prescription Vinyl

A friend recently joked about the healing power of music but they weren't really joking.

Yesterday, I found that two hours of playing music only left me wanting more...and frankly, I'm getting a bit sick of Limewire already...so I went looking for other sources to download from.

Life has been getting me down and I needed something good, something real, something I could touch with my earbone.

I turned off the PC (!) and took a walk.

I found a cool music site in a basement only a few blocks from my house. For under twenty bucks, I was able to download some really awesome LP3 files.

Check this out:
Four bucks, four songs...plus it comes with a hardcopy pic of young Ms. Hagen...*sigh*.
Deal!
The dungeonmasters at the basement site had peeled the original wrapper off in order to affix a 'used' tag on it -AARRGH!- but my eyes lit up when I saw this in the bargain bin...ah, this brings back memories.The classic Tubes song, White Punks on Dope ,sung in psychotic operatic German.

That shit turns me on.

I am a rocker boy and I love me some rocker chicks...Nina was allegedly so easy to work with that her band recorded the music in Germany and Nina added the vocals to the tapes later in an American studio. My kinda gal.

I used to play in a band with a different German girl named Nina and we would probably still be friends if we had been in a long distance band.

Then I saw this, and I knew I had chosen the right day to seek aural solace:

Holy Eno! When I was a teenager, I relied on my older friends for musical guidance and they rarely steered me wrong - Chris the Columbian (Maryland, not South Am) used this obscure 1975 LP3 to introduce me to Brian Eno...actually he was showing me some Phil Manzanera guitar chops, but I was intrigued by this Eno fellow... and Bill MacCormick on bass...man. That was different.

A year or two later, many of the players on this released a live album called "801 Live", which is a masterpiece of jammin' weird prog-rock. Or something.
It's better than genres.

The last time three dollars bought me so much happiness I was in Tijuana.

My luck held up:
I'd forgotten about this band- I think Nils Logfren was around six years old on this- he was doin' flips (like the one pictured above) on stage. That's 'cause he was rockin'. He really was.

When I was on stage, I fell down a lot, so I always admired musicians who could remain upright for minutes or even hours at a time.

I never did any flips. Intentional ones anyway.

Listening to Nils trade guitar licks with his dad ( Tom Logfren , who looks like he's 150 years old on the liner photos) is a neat experience. I wonder what their relationship was like- I didn't even know they played together until I picked up this LP. They both have serious chops.

This band below has some sort of connection to Enya, but I love them anyway:



I think this imported 1980 LP3 is the first download from this Irish band. They are famous now and have some really slickly produced mega-sellers, but I love this more traditional approach. I am gradually working more and more Celtic music into my show and this file makes a nice addition to my collection.

Three bucks? Done!

And finally:



Oh man...and it comes with an awesome cartoon PDF bonus file (Pictures 'Dat Foldout). This is the first time I have bought a used copy of a Funkadelic/Parliament LP that didn't have trace amounts of marijuana crumbs in the inner folds.
I guess that's why it was only five bucks.