Album review: “The Best of Lobo”
Based on the information provided on the album back, the man who called himself Lobo released material from 1972-75, culminating in this: what he self proclaims as his ‘best’.
The very frightening thing about this is the idea that somewhere, there’s albums of music that somehow is worse than this collection. While the music itself is merely uninteresting and plainly forgettable folksy garbage, it’s his lyrics that offend the ears and reach deep down inside and try to rape your soul.
His uncanny ability to structure verse after verse stuffed with the most awkward and unpoetic words imaginable is a gift that is not only painful to behold, but should have, for the sake of humanity, been kept private.
On the back cover we can see Lobo looking off… thoughtfully watching his career drift away into oblivion.
Album review: Tenderly
This 1973 compilation from Columbia House is populated with the voices of rosemary clooney, Aretha Franklin, tony Bennett, and more. It’s no doubt something that was advertised on TV in a pre-mp3/Internet world. I can imagine the commercial with the scrolling song titles enticing you to call now.
The stand out track is Aretha’s version of “Try a Little Tenderness”. She’s amazing. Followed immediately by Johnny Cash, you quickly realize that he’s got a lot of style but a crooner he was not.
The cover features a woman who probably was told this photo would be used in the JC Penny catalogue that year, and it must have taken her a week to page through it, only to realize she was in fact yet another victim of the infamous “Columbia Photography Scandal” that rocked the headlines of the seventies.
Album Review: Gilberto with Turrentine
This groovy all-star band, as is evident from the photos, had a great time getting high and getting into a mellow groove with this chick. If I had to guess, I’d say the electric piano player probably made time with her. He probably played it cool at first, saying things like, “baby, I’m high I’m life, daddy don’t need no grass”, and then would arrange the studio schedule so she’d walk in early one day, cuz you know, she’s a professional, and there he’d be, alone at the keyboard, just wowing her with his ivory skills. He’d of course act surprised to see her, saying he’d thought the session wasn’t for another hour yet, but how he just loves to be alone with the music and really ‘get a feel for the vibe, you know?’. And then she’d soften, and next thing you know, later that day he’s going up the bass player saying stuff like, “hey brother, smell my finger”.
Album review: Sergio Mendez and Brazil ‘77 “Love Music”.
This record comes on smooth and just gets smoother. Like a soft piece of velvet, decades in the softening. Like thousands of babies rubbed their little baby hands up and down on that patch of velvet, just taking breaks to have some baby me-time, which babies don’t need that much of it turns out. So you can imagine the kind of time these babies are putting in getting that velvet just crazy smooth. Well, this album is like that.
Next up is this 1969 bottle of CN tower shaped Canadian Whisky. Crazy cool.
Does anyone know anything about this bottle I’ve acquired? Circa 1969 is all I know.
Holiday tree needle flare
And there it is. 12:12 12-12-12. The normal things happened. Life went on. I mean, not for everyone. I turns out about 150,000 people died this day. But it also turns out that about 150,000 people die every day so that wasn’t really that nifty. Unless one of them was your rich asshole uncle who, for some reason, left you his great fortune with only one stipulation: make sure he’s buried while ZZ Top is playing. In that case, 12-12-12 was a pretty nifty day for people to die.
