Category Archives: Videos
In honor of today’s visit to Philly to play Pairings on the Parkway at Sister Cities Park.
It’s simultaneously hilarious and touching—you know, the passage of time? (Plus, “Labrador” rules.) First, to refresh your memory, watch this classic:
And then this:
As part of a perhaps ongoing series of sweet videos that didn’t cost a goddamn fortune to make. Apart from renting a Rolls. Thunderegg’s update of this would have a Honda Odyssey in the foreground.
Looking at the list of past Thunderegg shows, I remembered someone telling me that there were clips from co-headliner and old friend Jason Morphew‘s March 24, 2009, set at NYC’s Parkside Lounge floating around YouTube. Sure enough, here’s “Homeless Honeymoon”…with accompaniment on the guitar that I bought from a mutual friend before class one day in spring 1994. (That ax, a ’79 “The SG,” is also responsible for a good 90 percent of the electric parts in Thunderegg’s twenty years of recordings.)
Yet another band of nihilists, this time from the classic punk episode of Quincy. (I wanna get off!)
They sure do get the kids riled up.
Man, I remember listening to Atom Heart Mother a LOT when I was in college. I thought it was awesome, but then again, my roommates were worried about me. It turns out that at varying points since its 1970 release, all of the members of Pink Floyd have dismissed it as a pretty shitty record. On behalf of my nineteen-year-old self, I’ll argue that a lot of it is instrumental, and if you group it with their soundtracks and otherwise lyric-less recordings—like Obscured by Clouds or More or most of Ummagumma—I think it holds up pretty damn well. So screw those guys for tryin’ to tell depressed stoners what is and isn’t good. Today I was thrilled to find out that at least David Gilmour hasn’t written off his tune from side two, “Fat Old Sun,” which I hadn’t realized has been one of his live staples for years. Leave it to EMI to be totally unfun and disable embedding, but I swear, this version, from 2007 (and that’s Rick Wright on keys, right?), is amazing.
I saw your friend Leroy on the hill.
Miles Davis, “‘Call It Anything,'” Isle of Wight, August 1970.