cuddle time with those compilations so generously put together for us by family, friends, and students. Below are two select cuts that have taken the edge off the holidays/job market.The first is a gem from my brother-in-law. AC/DC is one of those bands that show up when you need them the most, say, on the TV screen in front of you when you hit mile 3 on the treadmill, when the cold-weather frump starts to take serious hold, or when you need a song to take you to that "ah, screw it" place. Among the better cures for winter doldrums is AC/DC’s Live in Donington—especially the moment when Angus Young (clad in his school boy outfit) puts the neck of his guitar between Brian Johnson's legs and resumes the solo. Lore has it that the Young Brothers took the name for the band from the back of their sister’s sewing machine. This is yet another overlooked factoid that details women’s effect upon rock and roll.
Maybe it was Brian Johnson's iconic uniform:
tight tank tops, driving cap, slight muttonchops (see below). Perhaps it was his pervy, squealy voice. But there was something about coming of age with AC/DC on MTV that always left me feeling nas-tay. In a Dade County Youth Fair kind of way. In a “She’s My Cherry Pie” kind of a way. But now that I think about it, it was probably just guitar envy. Pull the trigger:The second track comes from my little sister's "A mix for ju." Her mix tapes are the stuff of philosophy. Her work always demonstrates that promiscuity of listening that makes you
want to found a department called “Florida Studies.” One treasure she’s reminded me of is Liberty City’s own DJ Uncle Al, one of Bass's righteous interpreters. Hearing Miami Bass is among the most intense experiences of resplendent joy. It is a sound that reminds the world of the incredible, creative force that has historically emerged from Liberty City. For Uncle Al, there was not enough time. Although he was tragically murdered in 2001, his message of non-violence lives on in the annual DJ Uncle Al’s Peace in Da Hood Festival. The comfort and release of “Bass is Gonna Blow” is provided by the genre's unifying convention. It is that bellowy beneath, that slowed-down grumble which holds steady through four beats, which makes bass the place.Laters. (ATV)
1 comments:
Honi,
Ju already da Dean of foliradrun estudies. AC/DC taught me how to be gay. I mean that literally, I remember reading the lyrics to Back Door Man and thinking, "Oh, that's how we do it." Interesting that Miami Bass holds the utopian promise that the Bass is Gonna Blow (but you know it won't, I mean who's gonna get in your whip then?) in contradistinction to West Coast's boast of the dead n thier past and East Coast spit about all the deals and ladies they done.
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