Jethro Tull/A Passion Play (an extended performance)

passion      After a forty-year span of time, this wonderfully intricate quasi-progressive masterpiece has resurfaced itself for our listening pleasure with its most interesting counterparts at its side. This was not only a massive challenge for the band, even at times disliking its intricacies at a live performance, but it still leaves fellow Tullians with an appreciation for the recording. Embarking on yet another extended forty-five minute epic piece of music, Jethro Tull places the bits of what once were individual songs and recreates them into one. Nevertheless, not losing the originals. The “Nightcap” album holds these semi-flawed, semi-wondrous melodies of what once was.

This was…

After enduring a disastrous visit to a third-rate recording studio and feeling the full weight of its lowly atmosphere, the remnants gave birth to “A Passion Play”. Living through a more than unacceptable response from critics, Jethro Tull had become dismayed. Of course, their audience profusely disagreed, sending “A Passion Play” high on the charts in America (lower in the motherland), indicating that it was the critics that were a disappointment and not the band.

There had been a massive overload of loops and overdubs on the album making it difficult to reproduce in a live arena as you will find each of the band mates express in the colorful and in-depth information gathered in the astonishing book that completes the package of this fortieth anniversary edition. There you find the original “A Passion Play” recording as well as the new mix with a few more lines for good measure, as well as the original music prior to the birth of the Passion. The recordings are dynamic and for those of you who have seen this album performed live as I did, it will be a treat to the senses (it wasn’t easy convincing my parents to let me attend a concert at such a young age, but worth the results).

The grandness continues with a pair of DVD’s encompassing additional music as well as the live version of “The Story of the Hare Who Lost His Spectacles”, and the original intro and outro footage of the Passion’s ballerina.

This is more than a collectible, it’s a nostalgic memory for those who have a passion to play it…

The Soul Man (the complete first season)

soul man    How does a chart topping singer relieve himself of his former life as an entertainer with a voice of gold, and settle into a Godly life preaching at his fathers church? Well, you’ll see… One must follow his heart, or in this case his soul. Always trying to do right, the temptations of an old world tend to pull at you causing you inner conflict. And with a man of God as a father watching your every move, its best to stay on the straight and narrow path. His heart is right, his mouth is another story. He seemingly always finds himself blessed with the opportunity to sing a song…just not the right ones. Cedric “The Entertainer” and his family try to adjust to this soul mans new life as a soul saver with hilarious results. Soul to soul, one soul at a time…

Adam Woodrow/Auto Paint Technician

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Druckfarben/Second Sound (the power of progression)

druckfarben    There are moments in time that cannot be recaptured. There are also times when moments can be born again by the spirit in which a form of art was intended to spring forth. Druckfarben has entered the realm with those qualifications. This quality recording is an absolute sharpened dagger cutting deeply into the grooves of either a very new sound or with remnants of an old one, or a new one leaning towards the variations of Yes like progressions, eventually meeting up with the likes of pop culture, with a twinge of heavy metal slicing guitar work (sometimes tipping the scales with a Zappaesque style). Fresh distinguishable guitar leads behold the mastery at the peak of its epicenter with massive self-appointed flavoring seasoned throughout. Second sound provides a third and a fourth sound as well with a well pursued melodic side. And in the midst of it all they’ve made this album all their own. You’ll have to get used to the name of the band of course, but alas even Shakespeare said what’s in a name?

Not Cool/Greg Gutfeld (a young readers guide to the ever sinking ship of fools)

gutfeld       In a world where shame is meaningless and idiocy not only runs a muck but seems to reign supreme, it’s a good thing we have books like this to simplify and simply say who the buffoons really are. This raging sea we call society has disappointed more of us than buying a weekly lotto ticket. We may have to live with them, but we don’t have to be like them. The political arena is now the ultimate stand up comedy central attraction in the known universe (well, at least our general atmosphere, we wouldn’t want to exaggerate) and getting worse all the time. When the intentional decimation of the United States is the plan du jour, and the cowardly so-called leaders are the ones pushing the buttons, then all you have is a very illiterate puppet show on wheels. Glen Beck said this would happen years before anyone else even caught on. Does that size it up? No, there’s more…so much more. Who cares if your tee-shirt has some idiots name or logo on it? Does that justify the additional eighty dollar asking price just to satisfy that boneheaded crowd you’ve gotten yourself swept up in? I’m here to tell you it doesn’t. If you genuinely like it, then I shouldn’t stop you from it, but if it’s a mere matter of uniformity then toss that decrepit idea to the dusty road and run. Don’t let others dictate to you what you should and shouldn’t have, what you should think, or what you should believe. They’ve made a total, complete, and uncompromised mockery of our country, our God, and our minds. Who are they? They are the self-righteous loser goon squad who follow like a lost herd of sheep without a net or a shepherd. You have become entangled in a sticky web of lies and rationale. It’s time to stand and deliver the master stroke of thinking for one’s self, an almost completely lost art. Greg rummages through your mental closet and reboots your matrix into a self-awareness that frees the enslaved. There is a war going on…we are in it, and it’s not cool.

Renaissance/Symphony of Light

renaissance       After a thirteen year absence from the recording studio Renaissance has come back into the light. This sterling recording features all of the remembered and treasured longevity of their past albums and has even ventured a little further. Annie Haslam’s vocals are as pristine as ever, launching her multi-octave voice high into the stratosphere to sail amongst the stormy seas, warnings, and prophetic utterings endowed with love, peace, and a delicate hush. The title song gives way to the mystical side of Renaissance as do some of the others. The ode to their fallen friend, Michael Dunford is forever cast in stone in “Renaissance Man”, a tribute to a wonderful writer, excellent musician, and longtime friend. The delightful melodies are tended to with care and excellence. The far-reaching aspects of what one would hope for in a new Renaissance album far exceeds that hope with nothing to diminish it. Annie soars endlessly with a full depiction of vocal capacity blending admirably with their musical endeavors engaging in a marvelous accomplishment. If you have missed them as much as I have then join together in an everlasting triumph deep within a symphony of light.

The Slambovian Circus of Dreams/A Box of Everything (the chameleons of the new world)

slambovian      I was going to bade this unorthodox band of merry musicians an enigma. After some thought I believed it would be an injustice. Instead I don them the musical octagons of original thought. Octagons? The reasoning is they have so many sides to them I’d have to consult a geometric text to evaluate them. Their much folkish style simply cannot be contained. They lure you into a false sense of security and when you think you’ve boxed them they happily surprise you with one of their many faceted turns. They are so uncharacteristically unlike anything you’ve ever heard before, and with immense pleasure mind you. Where so many these days attempt to emulate, they originate. The folkness is their base, but they wildly spice it beyond measure delving into everything from the endearing to a trip to the carnival and more. The enigmatic principles they’ve used cause a collision between The Moody Blues to Dylan to King Crimson and even a touch of the Beatles with a seventies flair all their own. The tune “Rocket” and the title cut spiral you profusely into their unsuspecting web of love and disquieting humor. “Living with God” has a simplistic approach with good lyrical content. And what a shock, there’s even a bonus track just in case you are not in anaphylactic shock by this time due to their creative inventiveness and ingenuity. This nonconforming individuality offers the brilliance of a thousand suns ready to supernova its way into a new method of writing. The only bad thing I could say is it’s too bad this wasn’t a double CD set. They weren’t kidding…it truly is a box of everything.