As I've written before, I'm not hip to the new music scene, man. I spent Saturday night sipping raspberry beer as I looked up audition clips from Elliot Yamin, Latoya London and Paris Bennett. (If you know who they are, you know who they are.) Lady Gaga Who?
So I can take a sad little pride in posting this year about Record of the Year from the Album of the Year and Best Musical Album for Children.
Heady with success, I'll go out on a limb and nominate next year's winner for something or other - an album I confess I have not yet heard, but how can Van Morrison go wrong with a live at Hollywood Bowl revisiting of the brilliant 1968 album, Astral Weeks? I LUUURVE the lilting, chanting, mesmerizing original, recorded when Morrison was a mere twenty-three years old. Here is Tribune music critic Greg Kot's review of the new album, that comes out tomorrow.
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Yo American Idol fan! (Though we haven't started watching the new season yet.)
Astral Weeks is truly one of the greats - I will look at Kot's review, though don't know if a live version of the album can surpass the original.
And I'm now inspired to ask you my question of the day (and I think you were old enough to remember the buzz surrounding this way back when):
Who knew to attend a Frampton concert before Frampton Comes Alive came out?
It's something that has always puzzled me and you might be music fan enough to solve this mystery for me....
Frampton! That crowd roar behind his funny singing guitar must be Budokan, right? Big in Japan?
Van. A new album. My day is made. Life is good and I can go to sleep now.
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