Several weeks ago, members of the Contrast Podcast traded mixed CDs on an alphabetical theme. I was given the Letter U, to find bands and songs beginning with that letter, for Agnes at It All Started With Carbon Monoxide. Nat at Mini-Obs sent me a CD based on the Letter T.
Along with the CD, she sent me the postcard above. The first thing I thought was, “Look at the ass on that Amish boy!” Yes, even grandmas can appreciate a firm butt.
We had to listen to the CD we were given and then choose one song to introduce for this week’s podcast. Nat’s songs were so good, I had a tough time deciding, but I finally settled on “Walking Shoes,” by an obscure 60’s band from San Francisco called the Trolls, who later became another obscure band, The Stained Glass. See here for almost all the info that is available. I like this song a lot now, but I would have loved them when I was 15.
I also liked these other two songs from Nat’s CD. Listen to the podcast to see what song Agnes picked from the CD I sent her.
The Trolls - Walking Shoes
Check these sites regarding Stained Glass: The Rising Storm | Raridades do Pipiu
Richard Thompson - Bathsheeba Smiles from Mock Tudor (1999)
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Tullycraft - Georgette Plays a Goth from Every Scene Needs a Center (2007)
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Thanks, Linda. I still can’t recall where I found that Trolls song, and I loved it instantly!
Thompson has been a staple with me for a very long time, and Mock Tudor is one of my favorite albums. I also dig the old Richard and Linda Thompson, Shoot Out the Lights, which they recorded during their break-up. (So, intensity a la Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours.) The Tullycraft song came from an indie/rock playlist I visit at a torrent site, just to sample new stuff. It’s hit or miss, but I often find gems like this. I never heard Tullycraft before this song, but now I’ve delved into their catalog, they sort of remind me of They Might Be Giants.
You cracked me up…checking out the Amish boy’s butt! All of that hard work on the farm keeps ‘em buff. You hardly ever see a fat Amish guy (or gal, for that matter.)
July 7th, 2009 at 5:39 am