Can you believe it's April already? There are a ton of great stuff coming out this month, which I can't talk about until near the release date, and I'm just in general very excited about the music submissions. Maybe it's just my music taste, but there are a ton of good stuff coming out in June (so far from now!), particularly of the Latin and World Music variety.
Also, I wanted to welcome Kate to the W♥M club. Apparently she's "twenty-something" and (I'm going to quote out of context) with : "minimum input, maximum output".
I'm hoping to have Todd do 80s/90s rock & punk reviews and Andrew for Minneapolis rock music, but obviously I don't want to pigeonhole anyone to a particular genre.
Having said that, I am kind of looking to have someone write about hip-hop and rap. If you can produce about 200 words every few weeks, please contact me. We have a lot of hip-hop in-house for some reason (the best of the bunch seems to be Ghostface Killah from the Wu-Tang Clan).
Hmm, Vu-Tang Clan, anyone?
Also, by the time I mention this, vox.com/music will have probably refreshed their page to spotlight someone else. For the beginning of April, Sally's Duran Duran article was spotlighted. Congratulation, Sal.
I leave you now with the best comment from last month that you may have missed:
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Debra wrote:
Thu, Mar 20, 2008 at 6:27 AM
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Ok whoever posted this song rocks completely and utterly...
I was a tiny little thing in the early eighties while my red haired [long down to her hips] mother used to wear maroon and burgundy crinoline [and sometimes looking back what must have been nylon] dresses - of a floral fashion - with giant cuffs on her sleeves... and my Mum being so gentle and conservative, yet with her platforms and one lp record she had with her in a tattered paper cover with two people on the front...
a woman, who looked to me as though she was wearing a sack, and a bearded man, standing over her - both of whom my mum had some kind of emotional attachment to.
and then while she fanned us to sleep, me and my equally tiny little blonde brother, stretched out on our paisley, bumpy throws on our sticky, bumpy lounge suits in the mid day heat -
she used to sing to us, after popping on a crackling, rich, prized LP session of songs to which we used to doze off.. hearing her quiet little voice over the harmony of the two obvious hippy/professionals...
Ok and I remember her singing about Puff the magic Dragon, and Mary's Boy Child, and the Ocean, and the Little Boxes, to which there was always a knowing and wistful significance attached.
So.... I sadly have just about worn out my youth, since in two days i will hit my 29th birthday... but I swear for a child who was toddling out of the 70s, these two singers were important to me for the sake of my clever and quaint mother, who somehow has never modernised herself beyond her 20s, and those platform shoes, and cuffs and friggin uncomfortable sweaty materials they passed for dresses and blouses in those days.
and anyway.... whoever posted this, know that I was quoted nearly $70 american dollars for a copy of the record my mum has, with 'little boxes' on it.
I would have paid it in a flash but the person disappeared.
So how many other people who listen to this song with rapt eager eyes and a twinge of sadness are my age? i.e. how many of you remember the song via their doe eyed mums and their beautiful long auburn 70s locks??
well done whoever you are
04/10/2008 08:07:32
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