... and now, your nominee for Best New Band of the Year: Dispatch.
Except, it should be in all fairness mentioned, they (the band) have actually broken up already. But!! they sure put out some great, live, concert material . So, I'm still nominatin' them.
Click the link, and then Albums to give a listen.
http://www.dispatchmusic.com/
14 comments:
They have great music!!!
SEE,I know what I'm talking about.
hmmm... very Sublime-ish. I likes, but I feel like I'm going to have to wait for warm weather to truly appreciate this stuff. Fall is not the time for beachy, jammy music in Michigan.
really... I would think the opposite.
I believe balmy, beach-jam music could trick your inner-ear and make you warm and happy.
See, the thing is, after like 9 years in Florida or whatever, I really look forward to the cold season. So feeling warm and balmy is the last thing I want. I want to feel warm, sure. But I'm talking curled-up-under-the-blanket-and-watching-the-cold-rain-fall-outside-your-window warm. Not beach warm.
I have a lot of bands that I love for each particular type of warmness. But the only one I can think of who really bridges the two is Jack Johnson. Warm or cold, that man's music is just plain soothing.
But Dispatch, seriously good stuff. I'll take it up again around, say, late March.
Wowsers there buddy. I'm not so sure your turning Martha Stewart on us. Maybe I should just send you a lace-baggie of lilac potpurri and some smallish lavender soaps in cute shapes of seashells for your birthday this next year. I mean, anything if it helps you get through the winters up there.
So contrarian to your Republican policy/tough-question asking journalstic image.
However, if this makes you more insightful, and benefits the overall MPR audience, I guess tapping into your sensitive side can be deemed apropos.
I can send you some nice rose-petal and honey body wash too if you like. Everyoone needs a good exfoliation now and again.
Naw man, you gotta live differently in different seasons. You don't eat stew in the summertime, and you don't have picnics in winter. That's all I'm sayin.
yea, that theory really doesn't work here.we only got rain season and sun season.you wouldn't eat stew in either. i suppose you could have a picnic in the sun season tho
whaaa?
Sure, no sno-cones for me while in Canada round about January.
But music, music has no bounds. Its art. Like a postcard. I like to receive postcards in winter just as much as I do in June. And you can send me one with a bikini babe, or with a wooly mammoth on it, in any month. My appreciation will be the same I promise.
However, it's your cerebral cortex I suppose. Stimulate it to your discretion. Just don't be surprised if summer comes along and I am so onto another band.
I hear 2007 will be a good year to start listening to the Beatles.
Maybe it's more the wanting to live according to seasonal shifts in mood, outlook, etc.
I spent long enough in Fla. not getting any kind of change - kind of like Billy's doing now. I just get a huge kick out of my whole world changing every four months or so. So I want my music to reflect that.
... and also, let me just add to that.
Music, more than almost anything else, gets stuck in you. Listen to a new band, a new CD, or even just a track, and it comes to represent a certain time in your life, and a certain outlook in your life. And you remember it forever.
Like, for me, Sublime is Key West. We listened to it every trip we went. If I hear Santoria, I'm back in Luis' car cruising down A1A. If I hear Pearl Jam's Ten CD, I'm in the Virginia Street apts doing pushups on a brown carpet, struggling to beat your pushup record (remember that shit?). When I hear the Beach soundtrack, I'm headed to Anna Marie Island. When I hear Jimmy Buffett, I think of my dad.
It's one of the great things about music. Listening to it always takes you back.
From now on, when I hear dispatch, I'll be taken back to this. And maybe I will think fall after all. But dude, I'll be heading to the beach when that happens.
awesome. I agree. Music is time, really. For me, Dispatch will be Chareston, and my time at the Wallace house.
Tally Hall at the Blind Pig...
Jack Johnson in Hawaii...
PJ's Ten is more of particular ex-girlfriend. And instead, Ice Cube's "its a good day" is the Virginia apt. days, and I know you remember that one!!
I could go on. But absolutely, music often is a permanent, tiny piece of associative time and place.
Dude, for some reason I never read that last post of yours on this comment thread. Hopefully you'll still get this... But, dude, Virginia St. music for me is always like Pearl Jam ten, GNR Use your illusion II, and shoeless joe... that dude that did cats in the cradle cover. I remember cassette tapes and pushups. And graph paper trying to keep track of how many pushups I could do at one time.
I remember the funky rubber band type of weight training machine. Football in between the buildings. And multiple TecmoBowl seasons. Ahh, the good ol days.
What about Ren and Stimpy?
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