Old Hipster Recommends
Reviews from one old hipster to anyone who is reading. Hey, it’s better than me shouting on a bus!
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Hey, if you checked out Monday’s Timeline Cleanse, you might have seen this one coming. I blame YouTube. But I’d like to preface this meta-recommendation with the note of, “GodDAMN I’m happy that there are still bands out there making early vintage-sounding soul music.” I know y’all love it too. Sharon Jones, Charles Bradley, St.
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This old hipster loves punk music, though saying so is almost as ambiguous a statement as “I love music.” As musical genres go, there is a pretty broad range of sound, from the sub-musical thrash of the first Replacements album “Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash” (1981) to the almost folky alt-rock of
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Have you ever had that experience where an old song suddenly floats to the top of the common consciousness and no one will shut up about it? For bonus points, it’s almost always from an artist who you’ve kind of heard of but never listened to, and suddenly you’re out there, playing catch-up. Whether it’s
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Listen. I don’t know much about surf rock. I grew up on the edge of the fucking desert, arguably a decade or so after the height of surf rock. I know some of the classics. The Ventures, Dick Dale, etc. But I don’t think of it very often. And typically when I do, it’s when
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Yeah, it’s one of your favorite old hipsters talking music again. Or “Spreading New Shit for Old Ears,” as I like to think of it. Maybe I’m missing some idealized version of the American West that I never really fully appreciated when I was growing up, but I’ve really taken a hankering to country music
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I sometimes take it for granted that, when listening to music, not everyone is looking for something new. I’m almost constantly on the hunt for something unexpected. While I can often sink into the comfort of old favorite bands and albums (and you honestly could not comprehend just how many times I’ve listened to Diamond
Tales from the Ragged Edge 