WSPC's Weekly Music BashFest

Dear Devoted WSPC Blog Subscribers (Sweet Pete, Teacher Jason, Alicia?),

We are embarking on a beautiful new journey into the realm of... music critique! Now calm down, calm down. Put out your torches, return your pitch forks to the barn, and march right on back to your computers... Obviously, musicians and music critiquing go together as good as, ice cream and low fat, coffee and decaff, nazis and challah bread, and/or sushi eating japanese mother fuckers and soul music. Point taken. BUT! Lend me yourears for a moment here. Allow me to quote the esteemed musician/producer/composer/lay, Maximillian Keene. When it comes to music (genres, artists, (D) all of the above), *"it is better to like too much, than to like too little." As(s) is with life, there is always a negative, a positive, and a psychadellic lense with which we can look.

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Heres a real life example:
Yesterday, I was at my local West Seattle Uptown Espresso having my usual Grande drip with room for cream, and doing my usual whimpering (imagine a 5'11" (5'10") japanese bearded cat with fauxhawk wearing turquoise shirt 3 sizes too tight, drooling and pawing his whiskers) because the barista is such a fox, I found myself in a sticky situation. My hipster cutoff pants had a rather long runaway strand of indie-string that reached all the way down to my consciously beat up vans. So I get my coffee, drool a bit at the counter, over tip la barista, give her googly eyes, and while walking over to the bar to get some cream, i trip over my emo-strand from my hipster pants, start to fall (in slow motion with mouth gaping open silently saying "konichiwa mother fucker watashi wa sake ga arimasen soshite kono oshiri wa oishii"), somehow pour the coffee all over my crotch and my darling barista, and finally land with not one, but two slo-mo face bounces onto the floor. Five feet away lies the gold tooth that was installed in the 70s by George Clinton. Now I coulda chosen to be all pissed/embarassed/ashamed and clumsily scampered outta there snivelling and whispering to myself how stupid i am... stupid stupid stupid. Instead, I got took off all my clothes, Sang "525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear..." did an Irish Jig, skipped home and called it good."

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Henceforth... the idea behind the WSPC Weekly Music BashFest is to have a music critique forum where we write about what we find wicked awesome about music, because Max is right, especially when it comes to his views on the liberation of African Muddy Water Gazelle from the PitchFork refuggee camp.

So HEY! Check out our weekly Album pick and review!

Oh and feel free to comment with your own thoughts on the albums.



Love and Butternut Squash,
Teacher Jason
(who is currently listening to Jamie Lidell - Game for fools)

*quotation not applicable to heroine, or methamphetamines...

Things i learned this weekend:

1 | golden gardens is Magic
2 | "wrap thy food in bacon" is the 11th commandment that went unnoticed due to the fact that Moses wrote it in chocolate syrup
3 | all of our female twitter friends get removed from twitter due to "suspicious activity" before we can get to know them properly
4 | every good book should take a trip to the beach at least once in its lifetime
5 | i love soul and funk music
6 | iced beverages, good company, and sunny beaches are like crack, but better
7 | the only way i can actually dance to late80s/early90s white people's powerballads/powerpoptunes is to actually become a late80s/early90s white man/woman.
8 | cranium > dead puppies > sex > Molly Moon's > sexdrugs&rocknroll > pie > pi > my areolaric diameter in pixels > Bob Saget
9 | bacon fried rice while drunk = "hot damn mother fucker... thats some good oriental food!"
10| my musical influences which are...


. The Temptations . the Motown Sound . Aretha Franklin (the voice you're hearing today is one of an asian man whose only dream in life was to sound like Aretha Franklin (and look like Mike Tyson's face tattoo if it instead were on his bullocks) . Jack Johnson . Nathan Vaughan . Sweet n Low Pete Albertson (i would never have picked up an electric guitar hadn't it been for this man) . Paul Pena . James Brown . Stevie Wonder . the Meters . the Black Keys . Otis Redding (vocal energy specifically) . Sly and the Family Stone (reminding me the beauty in writing a "simple song") . SRV . Kina Grannis . John Mayer . Derek Trucks . Robert Johnson . Marvin Gaye . 90s R&B . Ace of Base ("the Sign" was the first song that made me think "wholly shit, that is a good fucking song" and then say to my mom, "hey mom, i really love this song.... yah im over Mmm Bop now. Love you too. Night night. No you're the snuggle bear! tee hee hee.") . David Ryan Harris . Robert Randolph and the Family Band . JJ Grey and MoFro . Bill Withers . Donny Hathaway . Billy Preston . Joe Cocker . the Fresh Prince of Bel Air . Ray Charles (god) . the Blind Boys of Alabama . India Arie . Corinne Bailey Rae . John Prine . the Jackson 5 . Sam Cooke (a change is gonna come) . Rebirth Brass Band . people . places. books . science . religion . human interaction . events . women

Raphael Saddiq - The Way I See It.

Much Love,
Professor Undressor
(teacha Jason)