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I Met The Walrus And New Music

Check out this Oscar nominated short I Met The Walrus. It's the voices young interviewer and Beatle John in Toronto during the famous bed-in melded with some outta sight animation. Be sure to "watch in higher quality." (Thanks for the link, Bry)

What have I been listening to lately? Last night, I picked up a copy of the new CD by Blind Boys of Alabama Down in New Orleans. A fantastic gospel record made in the Big Easy with the help of Allen Toussaint and the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. My dad took me to see the PHJB in Louisiana back in '81. Mom took me to see them around the same time in my hometown of Columbus at the time. I've always loved their performances and they are the perfect complement to the Blind Boys harmonies. The Blind Boys last few albums were actually a bit too adventurous at times. This one's that good old-time religion. Down By The Riverside is a favorite and the cd's finale I'll Fly Away is rousing.

Oh, for you, hip to the Internet, check out DJ Girl Talk. I'm sure I shouldn't like what he's doing on principal from a publishing stand point, but his record Feed The Animals is where we would be if the continuum from Paul's Boutique to today allowed for heavy sampling. I'm not partial to the harder raps that Girl Talk used, but the bed of over 300 (non-cleared) samples is mind-bending. Like playing name that tune with the past 40 years of pop music. Examples: Ride The Train mashed up with In A Big Country or Body Movin', Dancin' Machine and Back To Life spliced together. You can buy Girl Talk on his website for whatever you want to pay.

Also, I've still got Springsteen's Magic in heavy rotation. Buy that one ASAP.

Back to the Olympics. Time for Michael Phelps to do his thing... again!

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