notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Friday Random Ten (Thursday Edition)

Just when we here in the Muck start to fret that we might be running out of important things to say, Thursday rolls around again and Friday Random Ten makes it easy for us. It has, however, come to my attention that as we play our little music game every Thursday, gay men and busty women all over the internet are playing something called Half-Nekkid Thursday, and taking themselves way too seriously. This seems like another blog tradition that we need to incorporate. You first, Ben.

Billy Bragg & Wilco, Stetson Kennedy - From Mermaid Avenue II, the Billy Bragg and Wilco collaboration in which they set previously unpublished Woody Guthrie lyrics to music. If you don’t already have it (though you probably do), get it.
Rilo Kiley, It Just Is - Skip. A lot of people I like are fans of Rilo Kiley, and I like a few of their songs, but by and large I just don’t get it.
Aretha Franklin, Save Me - One of the best songs from recent Medal of Freedom recipient Aretha Franklin.
Wyclef Jean, Words of Wisdom - Not just Wyclef, but a stupid-ass Wyclef skit. This is not working out so well.
Suzanne Vega, Blood Sings - This is a chick album, but I like it. I always think that she’s married to Paul Simon, but that’s Edie Brickell.
Cat Stevens, Sad Lisa - Should I be embarrassed about this? I’m not, really, but I feel like I ought to be. Maybe now that he’s a terrorist his cachet has gone up with the hipsters.
The Beastie Boys, All Lifestyles - Every time the Beastie Boys come up on this thing it’s a song I’ve never heard before. Is it possible that I just have never really listened to anything after Paul’s Boutique, even though I have several of their more recent albums? Most of the times I like what I hear, though, and I’m feeling this right now.
Frank Black, Chip Away Boy - A true pioneer. My biggest claim to fame is having met David Bowie backstage at a Pixies show in Oberlin, Ohio (stop me if you’ve heard this story before...). The best thing about that experience was the way Kim Deal huddled up with us losers and kept saying “Holy shit, I can’t believe David Bowie is here,” even as all of us were thinking “Holy shit, I can’t believe Kim Deal is talking to us.”
Bob Dylan, It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue - The acoustic set of Bob Dylan’s Bootleg Series, vol. 4: Live 1966, The “Royal Albert Hall” Concert is the greatest 45 minutes of music ever recorded. Period. This is the worst song on the album, and it’s beautiful.
New Orleans Klezmer All-Stars, The Trio - These guys are awesome. Sometimes you get an itch that only some psychedelic Klezmer music will scratch, y’know?