Daniel Goldmark shares some of his best homegrown Cleveland sheet music finds in the latest issue of Belt.
My new album, THE FLIP IS ANOTHER HONEY, is out! Now!
It’s on yer Amazon, yer iTunes, yer etc., and, of course, in your local record store.
Also, in my online store: http://www.merchdirect.com/mikedoughty
I really hope you listen, and I really REALLY hope you dig it.
ps, the GIF above is by Tex Jernigan, the greatest GIF-maker alive: http://www.texjernigan.com
Yeehaw, Mikey D!
If you were wondering why more women didn’t vote for the pitchfork poll, it’s probably because even successful, respected female music critics are still treated like dumb girls who wandered into a record store on accident because they thought it was a Claire’s boutique.
Imagine if every unorthodox opinion about music you had, every time you tried to deviate from the party line, people attributed it not to your personal taste or even your trollish personality, but to sheer ignorance.
This is hardly limited to women, but it’s a lot more virulent when women write about this stuff. Ugh.
Mansplaining at its most musical!
Source: The A.V. Club
Got A Girl Crush On: France Gall and the other Yé-Yé Girls.
It all started when Mrs. Draper performed her rendition of Gillian Hill’s Zou Bisou Bisou. Shortly after, Wes Anderson puts out yet another amazing soundtrack lodging François Hardy’s Le Temps De L’amour in everyone’s (including us here at GAGC) heads.
If you, too, are a sucker for this Yé-Yé Girl Revival, you’ll most likely fall for the likes of France Gall, Jacqueline Taïeb, Sylvie Varten, Pussy Cat, Sheila, Les Intrigantes, Chantal Goya, Pussy Cat and (perhaps not a true yé-yé girl, but I’ll use any excuse I can to squeeze in) my all-time biggest girl crush, Anna.
Yeeeess ma’am! I’ve been yé-yé crazy this summer.
Not sure how I managed to not listen to this Future Bible Heroes album since college, but it was a mistake. Rectifying now.
This song is truly one of the most perfect songs. Listening to it this morning made me tear up a little bit because it was so absolutely perfect. (The tears might also be nostalgia tears since my high school/college boyfriend included this on a mix tape for me. I think he actually might have been my one real summer, but it had mostly to do with our ages and where we were in our lives — mostly carefree.)
octagons fall from the sun
as we run through the grass
let weathermen blether
this forecast is o’ercast
and the beach boys?
hell, they might as well play “winter wonderland”
summer, my ass
1967 Battle of the Bands, Croton-on-Hudson.
There are some very sweet moves and styles going on here
A pretty awesome 11 minutes and 51 seconds of history.