Rarely do I plug music on my site…it’s just not my thing. But when it comes to friends, I make exceptions. Correction, I’m making ONE exception. Kelly Bauman’s new release “Gomorrah” is going to blow the doors off a whole lot people and make Kelly, well, a big deal. We all have talented friends, we all say, “Oh, she’s going to be huge! Blah, blah…” I try not to make such predictions unless I’m very confident that my jaded perspective isn’t talking. With Kelly, I’ve no compunctions about heralding his arrival.

Go HERE to listen to some tracks (his site is down today, so won’t link there).

Or try out one song right here. Wedding Day

(NO, this post has nothing to do with the eco-world. From time to time I let my ‘other’ life slip in . . . keeps me sane after all the doom-and-gloom.)

I’ll keep it brief, especially after that last explosion of fellow-American hating rage.
Buy THIS ALBUM RIGHT NOW. Bobby Conn is the pinnacle of musical genius. If you like music (you do, right?), then you’ve really no choice. If you’ve read the last post, you’re likely feeling really fucking guilty right now for being a useless ostrich whose idea of rebellion is supporting Steve Jobs’ exorbitant lifestyle. Buying this CD won’t help atone for your sins of negligence and ignorance, but it WILL make you feel better AND you’ll be finally beat the insufferable music-hipsters to the punch by being the first on your block to own 2007’s first Must Have release.

Yes, it’s available on iTunes.

Whatever you do, DON’T buy it on Amazon, as they’ve delayed shipping on this by two weeks. Direct from Thrill Jockey is the way to go.

Click the play button below to hear one of Bobby’s chestnuts (Never Gonna Get Ahead Givin’ Head to the Man):

Bobby Conn - Never Get Ahead

One of the highlights of my recent trip to Los Angeles (besides shooting hundreds of Polaroids with a mad gang of Pola-nerds at the Hollywood Farmer’s Market - we got run out by security for no reason at all, but that’s another story, parts of which can be found at my Flickr page), was a brunch with the superstar duo, Abby and Amanda AKA The Ditty Bops (pictured at left - their photographer is great).
Not only is their music beautiful, and their eco-themed comics funny as hell, they’re both quite nice, seem super sincere, and are more than avid supporters of an environmentally-sustainble future. In fact, last summer they made their way across the U.S.A., from coast to shining coast, on bicycle - playing dates as they went. How many of your favorite bands, no matter how eco-conscious, use pedal power like this? Flippin’ amazing, I tell you. You can read all about their bike tour on the DITTY BOPS BIKE LOG.

Check out their music, artwork, comics and more at THE DITTY BOPS ROCKIN’ WEBSITE.

For those of you in Los Angeles, the Ditty Bops are playing in Santa Monica on the second of March at world-famous McCabe’s Guitar Shop: BUY TIX HERE (almost sold out)

A sample track for y’all: Wake Up

Today, I intoduce you instead to the world’s greatest hip-hop band, GRAND BUFFET (pictured above). These guys give a damn, and were recently rated by “Street Gyrations” magazine the top lyricists in the nation. Oh, and they’re funny as hell. Lyrics from their monster jam “Pink Deadly” are posted below. FYI: “Pink Deadly” was the #2 hit in Luxembourg last year - like I said, they’re the world’s greatest and the only reason they didn’t take the top slot is because the Pope’s son (a whole different story - trust me I have the inside scoop on this juicy bit) runs a record label and greased the payola wheels of Luxembourg’s radio stations and dance halls, offering mafia-supplied cash and access to the Vatican’s secret sex chambers, propelling his pet band, Quick Tricks with an Open Mouth, to the top spot.

PINK DEADLY - GRAND BUFFET

I was thinking of a parable last night, the one with the wise crow

Sitting by the accent light with my exacto
Ears splitting, stereo heat wave emitting

Motivation to move the sharp blade

Down the construction paper page rounding the edges out

Until the lion mask was made

And when the downbeat played I would command

Every ground beef kid and briefcase business man

Twilight comes nightcap lies flat

Over an old bed spread, dreamscapes with hi-hats

Metropolis chitchat, don’t let it brand me

Run along stop eating medicated candy

Charm school regrets bets that I placed and lost

My right arm’s regarded as a saint in ring toss

Spanning the globe on a tanning bed

Wearing a helmet to insulate the bullshit in my head

Driving a Malibu tank through edited scenes

A steady diet of beans and franks and Marines

I’m happening, not meaning in a fashionable sense

But if your car breaks my flight path I’m making a dent

So riddle me this, why is it griddle cakes taste so good,

After a night of capture the flag in the deep woods?

Jaminator pro, Casio rap control

Death by shark attack, that’s my final goal

I seen a monster in my backyard on the swing set

He said, “Sir I’m taking this with me.”

I said, “That’s some bullshit. I’ve got the wherewithal

Got power in my veins, got rugged hands

That stuff belongs to my two kids

I want your ass up off my land.