Bush – Razorblade Suitcase

20 01 2011

Listened: Thursday January 13

I was surprised at the fact that I still enjoyed listening to Razorblade Suitcase. I found myself singing the songs as I walked to the car after work.

I remember really anticipating this album’s release when I was in high school. Sixteen Stone had been really important to me and I wanted to enjoy a followup.

Compared to a lot of suspect 90s music, I really don’t think it’s that bad. Maybe not important in the grand scheme of things, but not crappy.

Ravi Shankar – The Ravi Shankar Collection: India’s Master Musician

20 01 2011

Listened: Thursday January 6

Listening to Ravi Shankar at work is a little suspect. It’s either music to bliss out to, or concentrate on really hard in order to appreciate all the layers of sound. Plus people look at me kind of funny when they hear a sitar coming from my office. I’m glad I own an album of his, though.

I think my favorite of the tracks is the most Western sounding “Dhun (Folk Airs)”. It does sound like an Indian flavored folk song!

Bob Marley – Rastaman Vibration

20 01 2011

Listened: Wednesday January 5

Rastaman Vibration contains fewer of the universally famous Marley songs, but this isn’t a bad thing. When I listen to it, I never experience a slow moment. Johnny Was, Cry to Me, Crazy Baldhead, and Who The Cap Fit are all greats songs for different reasons – tragedy, love, righteousness, and the paranoia of fame.

When Bob asks “Didn’t my people before me slave for this country? Now you look me with that scorn, then you eat up all my corn” even though I’ve had a comfortable life, for a moment I understand. War is also transformed from a speech by Haile Selassie into a beautiful, affecting, and rocking protest song.

A concert from the LA Roxy in 1976 is included with the deluxe edition of the album. Starting off a concert with  Trenchtown Rock is one of the better ideas anyone has ever had. What gets you in the mood better than hearing “One good thing about music, when it hits you (you feel no pain). Hit me with music, hit me with music now”? Even more so than the London show on Exodus Deluxe, the show feels like a religious experience for the audience; repeated screams of ecstasy are heard throughout. Whenever I hear these shows it’s clear a time has passed that may never come again.