The Patriot

Could it get anymore Patriotic?

Headed downtown to my favorite/the dirtiest Watering Hole before I head off the the Middle East. The Patriot is well within peeing distance of my High School (trust me) and is the only bar I know in the whole city with a Country-Only Jukebox. Instead of your usual Lady Gaga, MGMT and ironic Hall and (Scr)Oates, a night at this bar features cameos from such Crooners as Elvis, Johnny Cash, David Allen Coe, Pasty Cline, Hank Williams Jr. and Sr. and a group called George Thorogood & The Destroyers.

Oh also when we went there for my birthday, I watched a wasted blond cutie fall down an entire flight of steps onto her mouth. Good (and extremely inexpensive) times. The Bartenders are far more interactive than most NY pourers, and this song almost always gets them dancing on the bar.

Song #230: George Thorogood & The Destroyers - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

Fab Flight

Song #229: The Beatles - Flying

Still thinking about Flying

I've been a little preoccupied with my previously mentioned fear of flying. Fortunately, a simple (and improved!) google image search for "Fear of Flying" returns this photo.

Song #228: Gang Starr - Above the Clouds

Fear of Flying

I thought I would just let you readers know that next week I will be traveling overseas to Israel. Don't worry because the blog will obviously be taken care of, in fact I have a good set of songs lined up since I will not be able to post while I'm running around one of the newest countries, with some of the oldest cities in the world. I'll also let you in on another little secret of mine... I have a mild (to random-stranger-arm-grabbingly insane) fear of flying. Unfortunately, the land based travel options to the Holy Land are pretty slim, so I will be sucking it up and spending the better part of a full day flying in a metallic bird (WITH MY BROTHER) inhaling little babies coughs. Luckily I'll have a 60 GB iPod stocked with sweet sweet tunes. That should give me some time to delve deeply into some of the mini-collections I've received over the past few months from some of my colleagues who write for awesome blogs such as The Rising Storm and TinyMixTapes. So don't be surprised if when I return I start playing much more psych-country-garage and current Brooklyn experimental-noiserock (respectively).

Back on the subject of air travel... Despite my fear, I try to find solace in as many things as I can while I'm thousands of feet above an ocean. A short list follows below: 

1. The excitement of impending journey
2. The aforementioned quality music time
3. Airport Bars (Except in this case, because my flight is at 8:00 am)
4. Ever since I was a young child, in my most anxious and panicked state my coping mechanism has always been to immediately fall asleep (much like the fainting goats)
6. Praying and Repenting
7. Humming the song Jet to myself while thinking about Sir Paul McCartney's superb mullet from his Wings era. 

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P.P.S. Myotonic Goats... That's a band name. 

Song #227: Paul McCartney & Wings - Jet

Watermelon Season

Herbie Hancock pic via You Look Marvelous

Song #226: Herbie Hancock - Watermelon Man

Toastin'

From Amazon.com:

This 1972 release by the best of reggae's second generation reggae deejays (a.k.a. toasters) captures the howling, yowling Big Youth at his most audaciously creative. Also known as the Human Gleaner, Youth scooped the latest "runnings" with more soul and wit than Jamaica's top newspaper. With no less than Gregory Isaacs and Dennis Brown providing backup vocals, Youth rocks word power here with riddim, melody, and wildman sound F/X. Who would have thought that Youth's chanted freestylings on tunes like the title track and "Solomon a Gunday" would form the core of what would become not only an enduring form but perhaps reggae's most inventive style? And who could have guessed that deejay style would take wing and fly to the Bronx, where it inspired American cousins to rap over their own beats? This LP is a prime example of where it all began, featuring a young, raw explosion of Jamaican genius. --Elena Oumano

Song #225: Big Youth - Screaming Target

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