My last post was brought on by Christmas shopping.
When it comes to Christmas, and this has been the case for many, many years now, my oldest brother and I have an unwritten rule. I suppose I am about to break the ‘unwritten’ part of that now, but here goes: ‘buy some music that you won’t have, and that you possibly won’t even know, but that you will love’. It’s simple.
I know that this is how my brother came across Portishead for the first time. I will struggle to ever reach the peak of buying an album which is so bloody perfect, both in terms of the band being great, AND my brother not knowing it. Still, every year I try. I’ve got a few lined up for this year already. One was going to be Aloe Blacc, until I found out that he’d also gone that route to try to ‘get’ me with something new. I feel the stakes have been raised.
I’ll share one with you from last year. My brother bought me a collection of tunes by Grand Funk Railroad. I’d heard of them, of course, but didn’t know them. This tune knocks it out of the park. I’ve thrown it down at freethinking nyc, and it sounds wonderful cranked up on a big sound system.
This is just nuts.