It shows how much the Grammies love a story line more than the actual music. They love "roots music". Everyone loves to claim that they listen to music from exotic cultures in exotic places like Tennessee. (Believe me for they typical Grammy voter, Tennessee is an exotic culture and place). Everyone loves serious musicians as opposed to the really popular kind. Of course Allison Krause is a serious musician and she does that wild hllbilly music. Further, everyone loves old war horses who go off after making millions to do roots music with serious musicians. So, Plant and Krause really were a match made in Grammy heaven.
Not to say the record isn't good. It is. I am just not sure it is record of the year or anything that is any better than about 100 other bluegrass records produced in the last 20 years. But hey it is Allison Krause and Robert Plant, isn't that wild? It something about the Grammies that when Plant was young and really doing groundbreaking music with Led Zeppelin, the Grammies didn't give him the time of day. Now that he is old and doing good but not so groundbreaking music that fits into the Grammies prejudices they shower him with awards.
"Thanks, Robert Plant, for summing up the lameness of today."
Huh? I think he's summing up the lameness of yesterday: Peace and love, man. Don't earn a living in The Man's world. That would be selling out. Be a hippie. 'ere!
I agree with Meade, it is about yesterday, nothing wrong with a good Sunday.
And yes John, it is a fine record (heck even the great Norman Blake plays on it) but is it that good? Of course I've long since given up supressing intelligent thought in sorting out the Grammies.
(1) Speaking of roots music, American Routes is a good listen. Every show has a theme and there’s lots of variety. Makes me feel like I’m catching up on my homework.
(2) Speaking of the Grammy awards, whatever happened to Norah Jones, anyway? Any chance she'll do a bunch of duets with Peter Frampton?
Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's.
*struts away, polishing fingernails on lapel while thinking I'm tough shit*
And its whispered that soon If we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn For those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter.
Meade, I am green with envy. Would you do me a personal favor, though? Next time you bump into Peter Frampton at Krogers, please say to him: “Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the Dairy Section. Would you show me the way?”
Bissage, sure will, my friend. But what, no message you want conveyed to the First Man on the Moon?
And how about Johnny Bench? I see him from time to time too. Not that he's a guitar hero or outer space traveller but he could really put wood on the ball in his day and from a crouch, could pick off just about anyone trying to steal second. The man put the "big" in Big Red Machine.
Ask him if that scene in Apollo 13 where Jim Level's elderly mother asked him and Buzz Aldrine if they were in the space program like her son really happened?
Meade said..."Huh? I think he's summing up the lameness of yesterday: Peace and love, man. Don't earn a living in The Man's world. That would be selling out. Be a hippie. 'ere!"
Oh, no! I'm the one who's supposed to be calling bullshit on the hippies. My essential hippieness, exposed again.
Meade said... "Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's."
This should be a reality show.
Bissage said..."Meade, I am green with envy. Would you do me a personal favor, though? Next time you bump into Peter Frampton at Krogers, please say to him: “Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the Dairy Section. Would you show me the way?”"
"Johnny Bench and Alison Kraus rock; Peter Frampton, not so much."
I am not a big Frampton fan, but, I actually saw him in concert(long story)this past summer. To say he doesn't rock is inaccurate. The man can still play, and we was suprisingly "smokin'."
Frampton played a show at a city venue in the 1990s. The mayor had "Clinton Core" kids go around collecting donations in the audience, and the mayor wanted a publicity shot with Frampton handing him the donations (in a phoney money bag with a big dollar sign drawn on it).
As Frampton was brought in, handed the bag and told to give it to the mayor, I was standing behind him so I could hear him whisper to his assistant very impatiently "why am I being photographed giving a politician a big bag of money?"
"Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's."
You'd think Armstrong would have beat the crap out of Frampton by now for throwing stones at his house. And you'd think Meade would have gotten sued a few times and had his driver's license revoked for running into both Armstrong and Frampton at Kroger's.
And again, public proof that rap and hip-hop are not really music - how God-awful.
Many years ago I got within 100 feet of Neal Armstrong, and I have had a conversation with Jim Lovell (at a Scouting event). Never met Peter Frampton though. Did shake hands with Hubert Humphrey in the 60s. Now am I cool?
The Grammys were *always* lame. My prime music era was in the late 80s through the 90s. It'd almost be wrong for them not to be lame. Whoever won Best New Artist would be sure to disappear. VMAs had a good run in the beginning of that era but that is gone as well.
I found this on youtube. This is 1975, one year after the pinnacle of rock according to Homer Simpson. Notice the caliber of the presenters v. the caliber of the nominees --then notice who *wins*.
I didn't watch it, but I'm enjoying some of the moments via Youtube. I love Krauss and Plant - good for them.
And shout out to L'il Wayne - go Mustangs! (we went to the same high school, but many years apart). I loved his segment, with Allen Toussaint, Dirty Dozen and Terence Blanchard (also an alum of my other school, NOCCA, and at the same time I was there). Wow, that was fine.
Bissage, good tip on American Routes. While I'm being chauvinistic, I'll point out it's produced in New Orleans, at WWNO, the radio station on my campus.
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Is it just me, or does he sound like an economist?
It shows how much the Grammies love a story line more than the actual music. They love "roots music". Everyone loves to claim that they listen to music from exotic cultures in exotic places like Tennessee. (Believe me for they typical Grammy voter, Tennessee is an exotic culture and place). Everyone loves serious musicians as opposed to the really popular kind. Of course Allison Krause is a serious musician and she does that wild hllbilly music. Further, everyone loves old war horses who go off after making millions to do roots music with serious musicians. So, Plant and Krause really were a match made in Grammy heaven.
Not to say the record isn't good. It is. I am just not sure it is record of the year or anything that is any better than about 100 other bluegrass records produced in the last 20 years. But hey it is Allison Krause and Robert Plant, isn't that wild? It something about the Grammies that when Plant was young and really doing groundbreaking music with Led Zeppelin, the Grammies didn't give him the time of day. Now that he is old and doing good but not so groundbreaking music that fits into the Grammies prejudices they shower him with awards.
"Thanks, Robert Plant, for summing up the lameness of today."
Huh? I think he's summing up the lameness of yesterday: Peace and love, man. Don't earn a living in The Man's world. That would be selling out. Be a hippie. 'ere!
It's called "entertaining" "people" (i.e. the little people).
I agree with Meade, it is about yesterday, nothing wrong with a good Sunday.
And yes John, it is a fine record (heck even the great Norman Blake plays on it) but is it that good?
Of course I've long since given up supressing intelligent thought in sorting out the Grammies.
Peter Hoh - LOL. You beat me to it.
Larry Summer delivers some Clinton legacy revisionism:
"I'd like to say: I'm bewildered. In the old days, we would have called this selling out. But I think it's a good way to spend a trillion dollars."
(1) Speaking of roots music, American Routes is a good listen. Every show has a theme and there’s lots of variety. Makes me feel like I’m catching up on my homework.
(2) Speaking of the Grammy awards, whatever happened to Norah Jones, anyway? Any chance she'll do a bunch of duets with Peter Frampton?
Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's.
*struts away, polishing fingernails on lapel while thinking I'm tough shit*
And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
Does anyone remember laughter?
Meade, I am green with envy. Would you do me a personal favor, though? Next time you bump into Peter Frampton at Krogers, please say to him: “Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the Dairy Section. Would you show me the way?”
Bet he’s never heard that one before, LOL!
Bissage, sure will, my friend. But what, no message you want conveyed to the First Man on the Moon?
And how about Johnny Bench? I see him from time to time too. Not that he's a guitar hero or outer space traveller but he could really put wood on the ball in his day and from a crouch, could pick off just about anyone trying to steal second. The man put the "big" in Big Red Machine.
Meade,
Ask him if that scene in Apollo 13 where Jim Level's elderly mother asked him and Buzz Aldrine if they were in the space program like her son really happened?
Meade said..."Huh? I think he's summing up the lameness of yesterday: Peace and love, man. Don't earn a living in The Man's world. That would be selling out. Be a hippie. 'ere!"
Oh, no! I'm the one who's supposed to be calling bullshit on the hippies. My essential hippieness, exposed again.
Meade said... "Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's."
This should be a reality show.
Bissage said..."Meade, I am green with envy. Would you do me a personal favor, though? Next time you bump into Peter Frampton at Krogers, please say to him: “Excuse me sir, I’m looking for the Dairy Section. Would you show me the way?”"
And I want Bissage on the show!
Meade said..."And how about Johnny Bench?"
The 1970s Has-Beens of Mr. Meade's Neighborhood
Johnny Bench and Alison Kraus rock; Peter Frampton, not so much.
My only touch with astronaut history is an autographed picture of Gene Cernan - a college roommate of my dad's.
"The 1970s Has-Beens of Mr. Meade's Neighborhood "
Ha ha! Alright, but just please don't get me confused with Mr. Bean. The 1970s Has-Meades of Mr. Bean's Neighborhood
"Johnny Bench and Alison Kraus rock; Peter Frampton, not so much."
I am not a big Frampton fan, but, I actually saw him in concert(long story)this past summer. To say he doesn't rock is inaccurate. The man can still play, and we was suprisingly "smokin'."
Funny Frampton story...
Frampton played a show at a city venue in the 1990s. The mayor had "Clinton Core" kids go around collecting donations in the audience, and the mayor wanted a publicity shot with Frampton handing him the donations (in a phoney money bag with a big dollar sign drawn on it).
As Frampton was brought in, handed the bag and told to give it to the mayor, I was standing behind him so I could hear him whisper to his assistant very impatiently "why am I being photographed giving a politician a big bag of money?"
Very astute and very funny.
The Allison Krauss/Robert Plant album is worth every award it received. It is simply brilliant. Clips can be found on YouTube.
"Hey Bissage: Peter Frampton is a neighbor of mine! He lives a stone's throw away on the other side of Neil Armstrong. I've run into both of them at Kroger's."
You'd think Armstrong would have beat the crap out of Frampton by now for throwing stones at his house. And you'd think Meade would have gotten sued a few times and had his driver's license revoked for running into both Armstrong and Frampton at Kroger's.
"What's with all these awards? They're always giving out awards. Best Fascist Dictator: Adolf Hitler."
Krauss and Plant are way cool.
And again, public proof that rap and hip-hop are not really music - how God-awful.
Many years ago I got within 100 feet of Neal Armstrong, and I have had a conversation with Jim Lovell (at a Scouting event). Never met Peter Frampton though. Did shake hands with Hubert Humphrey in the 60s. Now am I cool?
The Grammys were *always* lame. My prime music era was in the late 80s through the 90s. It'd almost be wrong for them not to be lame. Whoever won Best New Artist would be sure to disappear. VMAs had a good run in the beginning of that era but that is gone as well.
I found this on youtube. This is 1975, one year after the pinnacle of rock according to Homer Simpson. Notice the caliber of the presenters v. the caliber of the nominees --then notice who *wins*.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjdKMsbJZvs
I didn't watch it, but I'm enjoying some of the moments via Youtube. I love Krauss and Plant - good for them.
And shout out to L'il Wayne - go Mustangs! (we went to the same high school, but many years apart). I loved his segment, with Allen Toussaint, Dirty Dozen and Terence Blanchard (also an alum of my other school, NOCCA, and at the same time I was there). Wow, that was fine.
Bissage, good tip on American Routes. While I'm being chauvinistic, I'll point out it's produced in New Orleans, at WWNO, the radio station on my campus.
It's Zeppelin. I thought it looked odd.
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