The Beatles Complete On Ukulele pretty much does what it says on the tin with an effort to round up every song in the Beatles catalog that was ever performed on a ukulele and recorded. This only points up those frequent Beatles songs that (Ahem) do not lend themselves to a ukulele rendition. Still and all, the versions are at least mildly innovative, and at their worst are polite.
Thank the god of your choice for Like Punk Never Happened

One doesn't normally think of rockin' when it comes to Belgium. Then along comes Twist and Frit to change your mind, irreprably I might add. Beneath those cardigans and polite haircuts beats the heart of something wild. Of special note are Gus Derse & The Kili-Jacks , (at Left)The real Muscles From Brussels. These leek -eaters don't know that you are not supposed to combine the cha cha, surf music, and early fifties R&R to make some of the finest dance music Norton records never heard of.
Sleevenotes sort of rewrites a press release about KMFDM rockin Teutonicly for 25 years , and their new album 'Blitz'. Blitz is apparently a return to the five- letter album name; an 18-year tradition interrupted by ten-letter name albums "Tohuvabohu" in 2007, and "Brimborium" in 2008. One concession to uniformity that never waivers will undoubtedly be album art that positively screams "Wait- don't I already own this?" My Giveashitometer must be broken, because I'm just not getting a reading. I've got nothing very little against KMFDM , but I've never aquired any of [...]
The mediated zeitgeist of the sixties was such that the vibes didn't really die out until 1975, in Australia , even more so. It seems that starting in 1968, if you were a second tier folkie on a major label (in this case CBS) it was mandatory that you had to have a song about the sadness of John Q Salesman and his inability to laugh or hear the children playing. You also got double bonus points if your album cover had you posing on a park bench wearing a fleece lined courderoy jacket, your battered guitar case [...]
Joni Mitchell sings "Me and My Uncle." on "Let's Sing Out in Canada" hosted by Oscar Brandt.

Free Audiobook site Books Should Be Free seemed like a good idea at the time. As far as I'm concerned it still is, but it brings to light something I was unaware of in the field of audio books. Get this, some books are read by robots . I appreciate that these books are free .but even Asimov's Robot Trilogy shouldn't be read by automatons. It would seem that it takes just as much time to prep a book to be read by Rossum's finest as it would to have a meat [...]
Why Dogs Don't Enjoy Music - [Scientific American] Dogs can only discriminate resolutions of one third of an octave. They must fucking love house music.
After sacking their choreographer, girl group also-rans The Cake suddenly realized they had a gig on Ready, Steady Phoooor Thwacket. Fuck it, let's just get through it, (barely)
Linda Clark-Looking For My Pig Dig the screaming teens-are they screaming at the horror of loosing the pig , or are they screaming in favor of loosing pigs? In any event, the subject matter is not something I would do the Swim in an over-sized sweatshirt over.

Telemegaphone Dale is a seven metres tall wind powered loudspeaker on top of the Bergskletten mountain overlooking the idyllic Dalsfjord in Western Norway. Call +4790369389 to have your voice piped through the fjord, the valley and the village of Dale below. They've naturally been getting quite a few calls , so give it a couple hours to reset if you don't get through at first. Here's a Greenwich Meantime Map of Norway (with city and telephone [...]

Quick, name a song the Everly Brothers shouldn't sing ... Actually, only one of them sings it, but it doesn't stop the thing from going Pete Tong by bar 11 or so. It makes you wonder what business Ibsen had writing 60's pop songs* *He didn't but this sounds like he might have done. [ed]
"A Where Are They Now? for those who never were, then. This is a sonic history of the American pop band. Our goal is to capture data about every band to have been formed by teens with that perfect mixture of big dreams and questionable talent in suburban garages, high school music rooms, and college dorms across America. And to preserve them cryogenically with the very dry ice they once merited, for future generations." For Those Who Tried To Rock lets failed high school bands have their [...]

I like girl groups and I like 'em weird- to wit: I Just Dont Understand Ann Margaret discovers tsuris,with help from the Jordanairs. Dead Dana Gillespie, you're bumming me out in a supreme fashion. Thanks though. The Powder Puffs tell me You Cant Take My Boyfriends Woodie . Taken at face value, I don't forsee any problems along these lines. It's a shame that Surf/Girl Group crossovers have to sublimate to the patriarchy. [...]

I've always liked the expression I Ain't Fattening Frogs For Snakes even though I'm not altogether sure what it means. The Larks try their best to explicate this for me but wind up with a kind of cyclical redundancy that is none the less bluesy, gospely , and all together great. Be Bop Wino has kindly posted " Up With the Larks: The Uptempo Apollo Recordings 1951-1955 featuring such provocatively titled cuts as: "Eyesight to the Blind" "Little Side Car" "Honey From the [...]

" To succeed with the opposite sex, tell her you're impotent. She can't wait to disprove it." - Cary Grant The folk idiom is rife with tales of sexual bravado and errant potency. The hokum blues is choc-a bloc with with entendres about grindin' daddy's et al, such that given the frailty of the recorded medium and the overdose of euphamisms, it's often confusing as to what's exactly going on. You know it's really dirty, but only because of the liner notes [...]
First Sounds "is an informal collaborative of audio historians, recording engineers, sound archivists, scientists, other individuals, and organizations who aim to make mankind's earliest sound recordings available to all people for all time." Thrill to the sound of the Metropolitan Elevated Railroad from 40 feet away (1878 Phonautogram) and barely decipherable French people played back at different speeds. This is history folks!
If you care too lets have luncheon, every day here just the same, but sweetheart- if you talk in your sleep, don't mention my name - "If You Talk In Your Sleep", by Sammy Fain. Somniloquy or sleep-talking is a sleep disorder that usually occurs during the 4th stage of NREM sleep. The fourth stage of NREM ( non REM sleep) does not produce as many dreams as REM sleep, and dreams in this state are not as vivid as in REM sleep. [...]

I didn't think there was a whole lot of breaking news on ABBA these days , but Mikory's ABBA Blog more than proves me wrong. Instead of full-on obsessiveness with 1992 style layout and shitty jpegs,you get a well designed site that's ABBAlicious in the extreme with tidbits about what the members are up to now, and choice clippings from back when.