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The Risks of Gateway Songs

Posted: July 19, 2014 in Uncategorized

I found myself listening to a Duran Duran album this afternoon.

Allow me to share my story so this tragedy does not happen to you or someone you love. It all started innocently enough while listening to Danny Barnes’ most recent album Rocket where he covers “Bang a Gong”. I was curious to listen to other covers so I searched on XBOX Music. This led me through Santana, Ministry, Blondie, Power Station then Duran Duran.

Sure, I’ll try Explore Album. It’s just a right-click; I can stop any time I want. “Hungry Like a Wolf”. Hmmm, not as bad as I remember. “Girls on Film”: kinda catchy. “Save a Prayer” I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before; better turn it up. Ah, “Rio” I remember this.

The next thing I know I’m myself dancing around the condo.

“Cherry ice-cream smile I suppose it’s very nice”

Please, make it stop! I realize the error of my ways.

“At the end of the drive, the lawmen arrive you make me feel. Alive, alive, alive”

I won’t ever let this happen again. I will show more self-control.

“And when she shines she really shows you all she can”

Okay, Okay, I understand the risks of gateway songs. I beg of you.

“Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand”

 At that point I tuned the stereo off. I admin I am no longer in control. I will leave my headphones at home despite my cross country flight tomorrow. I must go cold turkey.


My name is Scott and I’m a musicaholic.


Why I love live music

Posted: November 6, 2013 in Uncategorized

If you have ever traded tapes or even listened toa bootleg you should read the tragic tale of a legendary concert taper. Chances are you have one of his tapes in your collection.

Today is the first time in a long time that I’ve thought about why I love live music as much as I do and a lot of it traces to back to Mike the Mike.

In the late 80s I went to college in Southern California and I remember his tapes circulating amongst my friends. Someone would get a new Mike the Mic and we’d all gather round for a listen. Despite being multiple generations from the masters they were amazing specimens. They captured the 70s arena bands and let me listen to them at their peak even though I first learned of them long past their prime and often after they’d stopped playing live at all.

After college I moved back to the Bay Area, joined The Well, gained access to better trading circles with lower gen tapes, and the mystic of Mike the Mic faded away.
Today is the first time I’ve thought about him in years.

Today is the first time I learned what happened to him.

Today is the first time learned his last name.

Today is the first time I learned that it was Mike the Mike.