Portland based rock-band, The Decemberists, will be rocking The Ogden tonight. Don't have tickets to the sold out show? Don't despair, the library owns many of their albums, including their latest, The King is Dead, which just came out on January 14th.
Normally the title "Hits Collection..." or "Best Of..." was seen as a gravestone for a popular musician, a last dash at cash before you retired to your castle in upstate New York or vineyard in California. But in the case of once-retired hit maker/CEO/business mogul Jay-Z, and the touch of gold production team of N*E*R*D, it sounds more like just another calm before the storm.
First off if you are a serious Jay-Z or N*E*R*D fan then there is nothing new for you on these releases other than a trip down memory lane without sitting in a pile of your CDs and 12"s. But the twist here is that if you are a rock-solid Shawn Carter fan or actually bought the N*E*R*D's first album before Pharrel scrapped it and re-recorded the whole thing for a second release, then you might start questioning the use of the titles "Best Of.." and "Hits Collection".
There is nothing quite as exciting as making a new musical discovery - and that discovery is somehow made sweeter when you stumble upon the sounds of a prolific artist you never really considered before. This happened to me recently when I finally got turned onto the music of Bruce Springsteen - somebody who has been a staple in many people's musical rotations for years.
When I was young my only knowledge of “The Boss” was the song "Born in the U.S.A" - I remember it being blasted at sporting events and on television, and I really had no interest in it (and it’s still not a favorite of mine). I think I was a little too young to have been a Bruce convert from the start - I missed the mania and therefore didn’t understand what the fuss was all about.
When most people think of Scottish music, an image of a man in a plaid skirt comes to mind. But there's a lot more than bagpipes and fiddles going on north of Hadrian's Wall.
I'm the sort of person who really likes music, but who doesn't really care a lot about bands. My friends (who are in a very good band called My God Micah) must get exasperated with me because I never know who sings any song and am totally clueless about which bands play what shows where.
If you are looking to widen your musical horizons based on musical groups or artists that you already enjoy, I recommend using the online tool TuneGlue. Next time you are browsing the library's music collection you will be supplied with new artists to discover and treasure!
When you first pull up the website, you might be underwhelmed at the sheer sparseness of it. Start by searching for a musical artist or group that you like. After searching, a little record icon pops up. Click on the icon and then on "Expand" - you will be given a handful of different artists or groups that you may also enjoy. Click on any of the bands or musical artists to generate even more leads. Sometimes, the connections overlap and create a web of suggestions.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! What does that mean anyway?
Auld Lang Syne is based on a Scottish poem, attributed to Scottish poet and lyricist Robert Burns in 1788. Auld Lang Syne translates to "Old Long Since," and more roughly it means "long, long ago" or "days gone by." There are many verses to the traditional song and the deeper meaning lies within these stanzas. These verses expound on the glories of friendship, fellowship and hope for the future, while still honoring days gone by.
You can find Auld Lang Syne on the following CDs, plus many Christmas albums.
On December 8, 1980, John Lennon died in front of his Manhattan home.
It was the first "Kennedy moment" in my life, a memory that still seems fresh, almost like it happened yesterday. My ritual of falling asleep while listening to an old-school "digital" clock radio (the one with the rotating flat panels for each number), was jarringly interrupted by the breaking news that John Lennon had been shot in New York City. I leapt out of bed, ran downstairs, and stood motionless in front of the TV as Howard Cosell, on Monday Night Football, announced that John Lennon was dead. One of my heroes had been murdered, and it simply did not make any sense.