Showing posts with label Video Clip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Video Clip. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Some good blues


This past weekend I stopped by St. Louis on my way home for Christmas break and had a great time (car problems and icy roads notwithstanding). I got to see good friends from college and have some light dinner conversation about covenental theology, training up children, and the ethics of a range of embryonic procedures. I got to hang out with Wes of Wilderness Wonderings (which I couldn't recommend more highly) and his lovely wife Steph. We discussed adoption, some great ideas on imagination and Christian living, and poor thinking skills (all three of which I hope to post on soon). AND I got to hear some amazing blues.

This blues was provided in the confines of the renovated BB's Jazz, Blues, and Soups (not to be confused with BB Kings mediocre chain). The good BB's is a deceptively large blues bar located at 700 S. Broadway in St. Louis. They have music every night of the week, usually jazz earlier in the week, and blues for the back half. If you're ever in town I highly recommend it.

I also highly recommend the two acts I saw last Saturday:

1. The Bel Airs
Several bands have sported this name, but these guys hail from Columbia, Missouri. They're a three piecer and they play rhythm and blues, jump blues, and basically anything blues-like that is conducive to dancing. I wouldn't recommend their cd's, but their live shows are phenomenally fun. This was my third time to see them, and I was sad that I had worn my body down from the week of paper writing such that I was unable to enjoy them for more than a set.

2. Joe Price
That said, I in no way felt cheated. Remember in That Thing You Do, when the black valet is suspicious of Guy Patterson and quizzes him to see if he's worthy of being told the best jazz club in the city? After Guy answers some very esoteric questions the valet exclaims: Get in the car. GET. IN. THE CAR! That's how I felt the whole time I was listening to Joe Price(often accompanied by his wife Vicki).

Joe plays a brand of blues that is, in the literal sens of both these words, unusual and compelling. For most of the show he was picking and playing slide and Vicki was playing an electric resonator. At one point though, Joe picked up a gorgeous, early thirties National resonator. He could also be considered a multi-instrumentalist as his foot stomping is purposeful and driving and integral to much of the music (much like Hooker, though, unsurprisingly, with more complex rhythms).

It took me a while to figure out how to describe the style that the Price's play, because the electricity threw me off the track. In fact Joe plays electric guitar, but in the country style, much the way that bluesman first played electric before they developed separate styles adapted to the medium (most notably Memphis and Chicago blues). The best way to describe Joe's playing is as a cross between Elmore James and the Muddy Waters field recordings (with a little bit of John Lee thrown in for good measure).

I'll leave you with a (poor, unfortunately) sample for your listening enjoyment:

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Umm...

I love Mythbusters, and once I found this I didn't really see any way I could not post it. But, umm... I... yeah...

Friday, November 30, 2007

Found it!

The Roc Raida (of the X-ecutioners) rap ninja routine I was saying someone should upload. This is my other favorite clip from Scratch, and has some crazy body tricks. It took me a couple of viewings to see everything that's going on because he's just so fast.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Scenes from Scratch

Scratch is an outstanding documentary from 2001 about the development of hip hop dj-ing. I found two of my favorite clips from the film today and had to post them. The first is Mixmaster Mike (best known for his work with The Beastie Boys) mixing the Robert Johnson song "Rambling On My Mind."



The second clip demonstrates beat juggling, a process that blows my mind. It involves taking two copies of the same song (or sometimes different songs) and rearranging the playing of them to create a new beat. This is especially impressive when lyrics are involved, such as in this clip. (Fair Warning: The routine ends in an obscenity).



Now if only someone would post the rap-ninja clip from the X-ecutioners...

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Before the Bo was just nine days old...

ESPN.com has up a great story about Bo Jackson. I found it fascinating that in several places the author, without hint of irony or exaggeration, suggests that we are currently privy to the development of a folk myth. He compares Bo to Paul Bunyan, but I think John Henry is a more appropriate. Bo wasn't of mythic proportions, just mythic abilities.

Personally I would love to see this happen. I'm a big fan of mythology and have always wondered what it would be like to see a myth develop, to know its origins. I'm just old enough to remember Bo playing, and I do recall being in awe of him in a way that I never was of other sports heroes. As the memories faded and I grew older, I assumed that they were merely the embellishments of childhood, but this article has convinced me otherwise.

Realizing this, it made me sad that Bo seems to have been reduced to the punchline of a cultural reference joke about Tecmo Bowl. But that said, here's a contribution to the myth-making...

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tertiary!

Gorgeous gorgeosity. But don't watch if you haven't seen the Abbot and Costello version at the bottom.


(HT: My brother)

Here's the classic. The gold standard is the version from "Naughty Nineties," but, I prefer this one with an audience.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Thanks Stadium Pal!

Men. Need a response to the question, "What do you want for Christmas?"

Women. Need a gift for a special guy?

Well joyeux Noel!

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Holocausts, torture, and Down syndrome

In preparation for a post about problem(s) of evil...



(I highly recommend all of the Mr. Deity episodes.)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Holy... Trinity!

OK, so I stole ESPN's tag line for this video, but it was pretty much perfect. And furthermore, I am speechless. I am without speech.