
No hipster hats. No acoustic guitar in the studio.
Kanye West during the making of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Photo By Nabil Elderkin. (via)

No hipster hats. No acoustic guitar in the studio.
Kanye West during the making of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Photo By Nabil Elderkin. (via)

Big Boi and André 3000, 1994, with Atlanta DJ Greg Street.
Internet treasure via Alex Ross: free downloads of all of Bach’s organ pieces. I’ve listened to about 2.5 of the 18 hours’ worth. So far so good. The only reason not to get these is if you don’t like Bach or organ or music, and you’d be wrong on all three counts.
The same goes for other brands: Timberland and Courvoisier, Versace and Maybach. We gave those brands a narrative, which is one of the reasons anyone buys anything: not just to own a product, but to become part of a story. […] It wasn’t just a premium champagne anymore — it was a prop in an exciting story, a portal into a whole world. Just by drinking it, we infused their product with our story, an ingredient that they could never bottle on their own.
Excerpt from Jay-Z’s New Book ‘Decoded’: Cristal’s Diss of Hip-Hop – TIME

Warren Buffett plays the ukulele. I’m trying to stagger all the Buffett stuff I’ve found lately, but sometimes it’s really hard to hold back.

Purchased at the Antiques Garage in Chelsea. The only identifying mark on the back of this print was the handwritten word “Beatles.”
Toni Braxton – Another Sad Love Song. Insta-reblog in honor of my new favorite tumblr ever of the day.

George Gershwin. Self-portrait.

Self-portrait by Darius Milhaud, owned by Dave and Iola Brubeck. Great story at The Rest Is Noise: Milhaud comes home. Brubeck named his oldest son Darius, by the way.
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Alton Ellis – What Does It Take To Win Your Love. Those rhythm and lead guitar lines are dope. That riff you recognize is Harvey Fuqua’s work, later immortalized by Kenny G.
Scene from the 1971 George Englund film Zachariah
So Elvin Jones walks into a saloon, shoots a dude dead and then plays the fuck out of the James Gang’s drums, basically fulfilling every fantasy you ever had. Because, yeah. Also? WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS FROM? I DON’T EVEN. I CAN’T. OMGGFNFG
One of the great paradoxes of rap: The toughest, coolest, most dangerous-seeming MCs are, at heart, basically just enormous language dorks.
A Crash Course in Rap Lyrics Through ‘The Anthology of Rap’ – New York Magazine
I was homeless, and working holding a sandwich board on the side of the road. It was so dull! I saved up for weeks and got a Sony Discman for $50.00. Now I had something to listen to while I worked. The Discman was so expensive that all I could afford was an Excelsior Gold recording of the fourth and sixth symphonies that was lying in a discount bin for a dollar-fifty. When I was playing it for the first time, in my board, pacing up and down the block — because if you stopped moving at anytime, the police would ticket you for loitering — I suddenly burst into tears. I felt like Beethoven was there with me, saying, “I know this sucks. But look— here is the whole world, outside, birds, the sky, the sun, and here you are! You are in it! Buck up!”
Classical Fans Tell Stories Of ‘First Loves’ : Deceptive Cadence : NPR
Louis Armstrong – Mack The Knife – 1959. Remembered this when I was talking about Kurt Weill this afternoon. Great song.
Liminality in music!
At what point in [Iron Maiden song] “Prodigal Son” does it become metaphysically impossible that this is a Belle and Sebastian song?
I should add that comment #2 is remarkably incisive.

Peanuts, March 25, 1952 by Charles Schulz. Some pieces of music require a running start! Hell yes. From Schulz’s Beethoven: Schroeder’s Muse, an awesome 150+ page web exhibit from the Charles M. Schulz Museum and the Ira F. Brilliant Center for Beethoven Studies at San José State University. Lots of strips and music samples and biographical details to peruse.
Genius Within: The Inner Life of Glenn Gould. Coming to Atlanta in November. What a character. I loved this one book about him, A Romance on Three Legs, and a buddy at work told me that Thirty Two Short Films About Glenn Gould is also very good.
The redemptive power of music!
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