Thanks to Dan Murphy for a sweet write-up of the studio in The Examiner this week. Don’t judge us by the bags under our eyes. We’ll blame it on the bad angle. Or the late nights mixing. Read it for yourself here: Mobtown provides happy medium for Baltimore-area musicians

25 recordings have been added to the National Recording Registry of the Library of Congress. It’s great Herbie Hancock is finally in there. Of course he was sort of in there when Stevie Wonder’s Songs In The Key Of Life was added, but he was only a side-man there.

01. The first trans-Atlantic broadcast (March 14, 1925)

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Why does radio always jump two steps backwards at the drop of a dime.

Clear Channel destroyed radio in mid 90s after the deregulation of radio. Not to mention, they destroyed music, as I knew it. And I was in the belly of the beast. It took me a long time to recover from music on the radio. Luckily there is a great underground scene and it’s surging like no one’s business.

But seriously. Local radio should be local. Not national. Or nationally owned. Baltimore’s WTMD is a model. People should follow. And listen. Remember it’s about the music. Always.

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Picking favorite Dylan songs is like picking a favorite child. Each is intricate and well laid out. Even if he thinks otherwise. His arrangements change from year to year. He’s completely evolving at every moment. In 1965, at the Newport Folk Festival, he unintentionally did the most punk thing ever. Even more punk than Ian or Sid. Yes. He said, “Fuck You” to traditional folk music and picked up an electric guitar. And people started listening with their other ear. End of the era of protest song. And Bob started something new and interesting and more profound. Music could be more than just lyrics and melody. More than a chorus here and verse here.

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Anyone can make a Top 10 Michael Jackson list, right? But it’s hard to pull outside Off the Wall and Thriller. Michael was no Prince. So you have to pull from the other Jacksons. Man I wish there was more Tito records out there, he’s outta sight! Not to mention my favorite Jackson. Sorta.
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