Strange, indeed, as proven by this laugh out loud Christmas video by No Small Children. You have to have followed the string of videos this excellent band has done over the past number of years, but if you have you will get it. Subtle. Very subtle. And funny. I cannot even begin to tell you the joy I have gotten from following their growth. One of the best three-piece bands I have ever seen.
I woke up this morning and found this at the beginning of my newsfeed on the Book of Face:
I just took another stroll through Rolling Stone’s list of 100 Greatest Guitarists. I do so occasionally just to remind me of what a fools errand such lists are. I realize that it sells “magazines” (are they a magazine these days?), people being suckers for Top of’s of 50 Best’s if for no other reason to compare choices with theirs. Jimi Hendrix? Sure. #1. Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck? Automatic Top Ten. James Burton and Buddy Holly? You have no choice but to throw in the originators on occasion. John Fahey? Can’t leave out the cool artist who never really sold in terms of the numbers necessary to chart.
With a nod to Neil Young: “’Live music is better’ bumper stickers should be issued!” God knows how few of us realize what we are missing out there these days. The bars and taverns and music listening rooms are being stocked with an amazing array of excellent artists and we are either sitting at home with our fingers up our ass or hanging out in some bar with no music beyond that hooked up to stereo speakers on walls, bitching about there being no good music. For all of you who do that (and you know you do), I have a finger for you and you can bet which one.
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