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Pleistocene Polka

Posted in partying, rock n' roll, rocking with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 13, 2009 by oldmandub

Here’s my third music blog. It is without theme unlike the last two. It’s just a collection of hot jams I’ve been listening to the last week or so. Some of it will be new, some will be classic. The rest will be shit. Just stream it “live” down below, or right click to download.

Pleistocene Polka


Harmonies Poetiques et Religieuses

Posted in classical, genius, rocking with tags , , , , on August 11, 2009 by oldmandub

Before Beatlemania, there was Liztomania. Except instead of playing sappy pop diddies no one likes any more about insipid topics like holding hands, Franz Liszt shredded the shit out of the piano like only a 19th century virtuoso pianist who knew Beethoven can. Women went hysterical, screaming through his sets and fighting each other for his silk handkerchiefs. He became rich from touring, but gave most of his money to charities. It was probably easy for him because he was continuously shacking up with baronesses and princesses so he didn’t have to worry about money any more. Good. One less thing. Unfortunately, the Czar of Russia convinced the Pope not to let him marry Princess Carolyne of Poland, and then his son and daughter died, so he took up a solitary life in a monastery outside Rome and became, among other things, an exorcist. Later in life he was tired, sick, and depressed and his music showed this. But during the days of Lisztomania, when he composed Harmonies Poetiques et Religieuses, he made astounding, beautiful compositions with virtuostic technique that lead him to be considered the “most technically advanced and perhaps greatest pianist of all time.”

Feel The Shred

Don’t believe me about Lisztomania? There is a 1975 movie about it starring Roger Daltry as Liszt, Rick Wakeman as Thor, and Ringo Starr as the Pope.

Highway Steamer

Posted in hot times, partying, rock n' roll, rocking with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 10, 2009 by oldmandub

The other day my friend Tiffany asked me to remind her how to be tough. I said, “pffft. Listen to Deep Purple’s ‘Highway Star’ and drive fast drinking whiskey.” Driving while drinking doesn’t always work out, but the sentiment is dead on. So for all those out there who feel like they need some toughening up I bring to you my newest set, Highway Steamer. It’s based off an earlier playlist I made for another friend who needed something hot to listen to while driving her Mustang. So this also goes out to everyone that likes to roll fast and hard.

Click below to stream it.

Highway Steamer

Track list is in the comments.

I just woke up from this dream that was really cool.

Posted in celebrities, death, dreams, partying, rocking with tags , , , , , on June 30, 2009 by oldmandub

Listen to this as you read:

Gustav Holst, Levine – Mars, The Bringer of War

It started in Japan with the waking of Godzilla by sacred incantation. Then the dream whisked away to Africa where a lion was captured to be brought back to America. Fast forward and I’m at some huge fancy hotel in downtown Los Angeles where each floor has a different design. I’m staying in room 555 with my dad and mom and I’m putting on a tuxedo for a Halloween party. It turns out that other members of my extended family are also staying on the same floor, which has a large library in the center that can be accessed from numerous angles and has a piano in it. Somehow my iPhone gets wet and starts acting up so I leave it in the room to go to the party. At this point Godzilla is now outside the hotel just walking about while everyone inside is unaware. Nonetheless there’s total bedlam outside and the military is setting up its positions to take out the Japanese menace. While that is going on, the lion escapes from his cage and begins his hunt for human meat throughout the hotel. The really cool thing about this dream is how cinematic it is. For example, the shot of me deciding to leave my iPhone in the room and leave for the party starts zoomed in on me crouching over my suitcase examining the phone and then my aunt says, “Andrew, let’s go” and i say, “fuck it” and drop the phone. The shot pulls out from above the door as i stand up and walk out, leaving a wide open view of room’s window to show Godzilla lumbering past. The music appropriately changed at that revealing moment. My dreams have soundtracks, do yours?

At this point I become David Bowie and I’m attending a high class celebrity infused crazy ass party that’s happening on what turns out to be the floor right below my floor. I’m David Bowie and I’m The Devil for Halloween (or, is this just an ironic joke on my part for I really am David Bowie – THE DEVIL, and am just dressing up as The Devil for my own amusement?). I go to the party and see Brad Pitt talking to some pretty girl and in their snappy banter he reveals that indeed, yes, Batman exists in my dream world and is somewhere in L.A.. At this point what appears to be a lion comes stalking into the party. Everyone hushes and the music stops. But as the shot reveals more of the lion we see that it is actually just Bill Murry in a lion costume. Everyone is excited and the music starts again and then FLASH! a bright lights goes off, wind is ripping through the room and we immediately cut back to regular Andrew somewhere on another floor, keenly aware that something is afoot in this hotel. I’m not sure what it is but soon more people are beginning to panic. I become separated from my people and decide I need to go back to get my possibly broken iPhone from room 555 so I can make contact with my father who is somewhere else in the hotel. I go to the 5th floor and it turns out all the “3” numbered rooms are on the 5th floor and I deduce that the “5”s must be on the 7th floor. I get on the elevator with this old couple who are elegantly dressed for some ball that is happening on some other floor and I accidentally hit the button for the 6th floor, where I know the celebrity party is and something terribly wrong is happening. The doors open and my suspicions are confirmed when I immediately panic to horrifying screams, flashing lights, and flying furniture. It’s quite clear that evil spirits have invaded the celebrity party and that people are dying. I immediately hit the button for the 7th floor and the doors close before any mayhem can make it’s way in with us.

On the 7th floor I fly out the doors trying to find room 555 to get my iPhone so I can find my dad. As I run pass one corner we see another Godzilla cinematic shot out the window. Now the army is set up and is using some massive lightning/laser gun against the beast and there’s smoldering buildings and whatnot outside. Andrew the Hero doesn’t notice, but Andrew the Dream Weaver does and is curious, why isn’t Godzilla attacking THIS building? Anyway, there’s no time to explore this question further because the party goers in the library are all terrified, hiding behind what they can because none other than the Lion himself has found his way to the 7th floor where there are plenty of humans cowering in fear. And Lions love the smell of fear. I’m running through trying to use the library as a short cut when some lady behind the piano points behind me and screams, “Here he comes!” The Lion and I lock eyes. He approaches slowly, his shoulders undulating up and down, confident that I pose no challenge. Little does the Lion know, I know Karate and he lunges at me. I land a punch right in his face and he flies to the ground, only to pick himself up with intense speed and lunge again, but I duck out of the way and book it for room 555, directly ahead of me.

This is pretty much where I wake up: Godzilla is fighting the US Army outside my hotel that’s been invaded by celebrity killing ghosts and a hungry lion that now has a personal beef with me, the Karate wielding and still iPhoneless protagonist, and somewhere in the building is Batman who is taking his sweet time getting the King of the Jungle off my back, and I may or may not be David Bowie – The Devil. Definitely, the coolest dream I’ve had in a long time.

Metal Mondays

Posted in partying, rocking with tags , , , , on June 25, 2009 by oldmandub

There’s this pretty cool bar here in Glassel Park, L.A. called Footsies. Besides having a comfortable outdoor smoking section where you can drink, a more than decent juke box, and hot bartenders, it also has this thing every Monday night called Metal Mondays where different DJs (usually members from local bands, sometimes of such note as ISIS) come and spin metal records. AND, as Wayne Campbell said, it’s “always a babe fest.” My friend and bandmate Eric Harris were axed to do it one night and we said, totes. Usually it’s just Pentagram’s “When The Scream Comes” or some semi lame Hardcore so we wanted to do some real metal, not just proto or lame. We decided to get some dark, scary shit, as well as the endlessly epic, mostly going for jams that just don’t get played on most Metal Mondays and that capture what makes metal such a dynamic and timeless genre of music. Here’s our mix in case some of you didn’t make it, (Thanks to our brothers in Holy Grail. I think you were the only ones that got to stick around!) available for download, and streaming right here if you’re just at work or drinking beers with buds. But I suggest DLing it and putting it on your iPhone to listen to while you drive or bike around.

The track list is in the comments. (Slightly edited for length).

Download: Famine And War

Listen: Famine and War

Still the best Aquateen clip.

Posted in partying, rock n' roll, rocking, sex with tags , , , , , on June 23, 2009 by oldmandub

Very clearly illustrates why I keep my hair long.