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Definitely, because.
Also, because.
Because.
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Holy fuck.
Sir Lee.
Ornette.
And now the American Dream Dusty Rhodes.
If I'm a fan of you look out. Death is coming for you.
"I've dined with kings & queens, I've dined on franks & beans..."
Hard times, indeed.
Whoa. What a terrible day.
Free Jazz was one of the most obnoxious, infuriating, hilarious, inspirational, educational, and awe-inspiring works in the realm of music. Once this record dropped so were all laws governing composition. That record certainly divided the "those who do" from "those who talk about it."
Play on, Ornette Coleman. Play on.
Christopher Lee has passed on.
Descended from line of Charlemagne, he assassinated Nazis, knew JRR Tolkien personally, witnessed the last public execution in France, was Dracula, a jedi, and a wizard, not to mention inspired James Bond, as well as recorded heavy metal albums, lived a life full of adventure and excitement.
We should all aspire to be as awesome as Sir Christopher.
The Replacements Announce Studio Albums 1981-1990 Box Set
Hilarious.
I love these gents.
"...but lost to Cat Stevens and KISS."
Now where is "When The Shit Hits The Fans"?
More than 17,000 sound recordings made by the famed folklorist are now available, for free.
The best song of 2015 has already been released.
Everyone else can pack up and go home.
There is no point to try.
You cannot beat "The Love Theme From JAWS", by Nick Ocean, aka Bill Murray.
Here's a little "Who Made Who" action.
Such an amazing riff and groove.
Damn this band is solid.
This is such an underrated song in AC/DC's catalog, as is plenty of stuff from the Slade era (i.e. "Moneytalks" and "Go Zone")
It's not all "Back In Black", "You Shook Me All Night Long" or "Highway To Hell" you know...
Since I'm on the topic of Chris Slade era AC/DC, it's time to rock some live stuff from his first sojourn with the band...
Here's "Heatseeker", one of the more punk-ish tunes (due to tempo) in their repertoire.
It's a sweet jam, people.
I had plenty to say about the Grammys on Twitter, with such glorious observations as
Every day for Sia is like an episode of Orphan Black #GRAMMYs
and
Annie Lennox is currently shitting down Ariana Grande and Iggy Azalea's throats. #iputaspellonyou #Grammys
Dumb, right? I know. But what isn't dumb is the fact that AC/DC has put Chris Slade back on the throne. He is the only acceptable substitute for the currently out-of-his-fucking-gourd Phil Rudd. Well, him or Jackie Kickassis from The Upper Crust.
Oh, and kudos to Stevie Young for carrying Malcolm's banner.
So by now it's common knowledge that Bob Mould rocked Letterman so hard that pre-Beatle dust fell from the rafters of the Ed Sullivan Theater.
Relive the moment that Bob & Co proved age is meaningless when it comes to intensity.
In honor of the Day The Music Died I present to you Gary Busey doing one fucking beautiful impersonation of dear Charles Harding Holly.
This movie is brilliant.
Sitting here in my cubicle I have come to realize I am a dancing shark flailing around in a world full of Katy Perrys.
I'm not quite sure how or when the metamorphosis took place. My guess would be right after high school when I decided the music business was where I want to be. I'm currently slinging paper at a nondescript cube farm that has a shitatstic cafeteria. So we see how that went.
The Katy Perrys ascended the charts. I waved my flippers to and fro totally out of sync with the other sharks around me. Popularity and a potential cash windfall were for those who rode the mechanical tigers, not for I, whom was relegated to romping around on a fake beach with anthropomorphic (non-deflated) beach balls and wacky-waver palm trees.
This could be a sad story. But then as I sit here waiting to go to the aforementioned shitastic cafeteria to eat some soul-crushingly bland wrap, I think back to the sage wisdom pro-offered by the good prophet Tracey Morgan in the Gospel According to 30 Rock: "Live every week like it's Shark Week." The Katy Perrys have to sleep some time. I may be a dancing shark, but I have rows of teeth and perpetual motion on my side. So suck it, Perrys of the world. No one can hear you roar when you're being swallowed by a weird, awkward, and mildly-depressed dancing fish.
There is a new Noveller album on its way, entitled Fantastic Planet.
This track, "Rubicon", contains a richly textured soundscape impeccably layered with a minimal yet beautiful melody. Imagine, if you will, Robert Fripp being on the bad end of a breakup entering his kitchen (the studio) and baking (recording) an appreggio cake covered in melancholy icing (this song). It tastes (sounds) bittersweet yet magnificent.
On a personal note, Noveller's No Dreams album is one of the reasons I fell back in love playing guitar again.*
*For more on that, checkout terminalsunburn.bandcamp.com. It's nothing like Noveller (aka Sarah Lipstate), but the inspiration was there.
John Carpenter.
Not only is he my favorite director but he is also one of the coolest composers out there. This guy makes magic out of minute musical scores.
Through his movies and music John has becomes the very definition of "Economy Of Means"; Rarely has someone made so much with so little, and of such lasting quality.
I'm practically foaming at the mouth in anticipation of this album. The first number, "Vortex", is a dark, minimal, intense soundscape that could have come right out of Escape From New York.
Not many people can say they wrote a tune that has become part of our cultural fabric, one that people of all ages can recognize within three notes of it starting (The theme from Halloween).
Carpenter is one of those few people.