Miles Davis - Complete On The Corner Sessions Box Set

Just picked-up the complete On The Corner box-set. The original LP has been one of my top five jazz records of all time. These sessions capture so much more than what was available before. Over two full hours of never before heard outtakes, edits and alternative takes. It's incredible. It's a little costly, but well worth adding to your collection.

Demon

If you want a lesson, you have to go to school.

School as in SXSW.

Austin Texas hosts the singular best music gathering on the planet one week from today. Five nights of music by over 1,500 bands.

Excited am I.

In a funk mood

Todays Amoeba purchases.

Sly & Family Stone seven disc limited edition deluxe box set
Its all seven Sly records in one set, with bonus shit. I just had to own it. Say what you will about Sly, but this shit is the real.

VA - California Soul 2 (Raw And Rare Soul from the West Coast 1966-1982)
Luv N' Haight puts out these compilations of rare funk and R&B that I just can't resist. When I go bankrupt in the next year or so it will be mostly due to this label.

Numero 014 - Cult Cargo (Grand Bahama Goombay)
I'm letting you in on a dirty little soul secret. The Numero Group out of England releases some of the nastiest, grittiest and rare soul music around. I have no idea where they dig it up. This particular release is the second in their series of Pan-American funk bands from 1969-1976. Say huh?

The Twilight Sad

Record: Fourteen Autumns, Fifteen Winters

Those of us in the need for a deep Scottish brogue and the requisite accompanying compulsion to drink excessively and text our sleeping colleagues with semi-coherent messages of glee and fleeting enthusiasm for the evening's inevitable debauchery will find solace in the notion that we are not alone in this feeling.
The lulling plink of a piano, the droning distorted guitar, and the driving rhythm of drums and repeated lyrical mantras ("where are your manners? where are your manners?") round out the sound, only to be punctuated by the distinctly perfectly out of place yet perfectly orchestrated accordion. Yes, accordion.
I was fortunate enough for this little gem to be stumbled upon me, rather than the opposite, by a colleague whose knack for picking up on music is rivaled only by his seeming lack of discretion in purchasing the same. A recent example is a collection of mid-70s powerpop one hit wonders you've never heard, and would be perfectly content to never hear. Nonetheless, I've found this record in heavy rotation (can we say rotation in this era of iPods?) both in study and in recreation.
Finding the correct volume can be somewhat tricky, as some tracks, notably the opener "Cold Days From The Birdhouse," start out on the soft side before building in classic shoegazer fashion into over-driven rock only to fade out once again. My suggestion is to simply turn it up, and leave it there.