I've spent another week hooked on blip.fm, which is kind of like the Twitter of online radio. You can find me here; send me a note if you have an account and tell me where to find you. Here are some of the songs I've been blaring out of my laptop this weekend. For each song, I've linked to the "blip" so you can listen for yourself; the links are all current as of now, but as Blip.fm listeners, come to know quickly, links for streaming audio are anything but consistent.
Squeeze: Black Coffee in Bed. I was a teenager when Squeeze were at their prime, so I was a bit too young to personally connect with their songs - witty, sour, forlorn, sometimes all that and more, at once - but loved them all the same. They got more applause than sales at the time, but at least their material holds up so well. Stream it here.
Tinted Windows: New Cassette. Deliberately retro in tone and title - a paean to the cassette? Really? - this is a song by what's been called a supergroup, which I guess is plausible. There's a Cheap Trick, a Smashing Pumpkin, a Fountain of Wayne and ... a Hanson. Hmmm. It's a power-pop sound, for sure, but I'm not inclined to shell out any money for it. Listen to it here.
Swing Out Sister: Breakout (live). I didn't actually much care for Swing Out Sister, an act that got caught up in the jazzy scenester trend that came out of the U.K. 20-odd years ago. (Cocktails, turtlenecks, shades ... you know the drill.) However, this live recording of Breakout, their biggest hit, caught me in the right mood today. If nothing else, it shows they were no studio act. Stream it here.
Kai Winding: Dirty Dog. There aren't many jazz trombonists; Winding sometimes recorded with one of the few others, J.J. Johnson, but here is solo, with a sound that is perfectly placed for 1966. You can just imagine hep cats doing the Watusi ... or Batman and Catwoman doing the Batusi, for that matter. Stream it here.
David Bowie: DJ. From Lodger, Bowie's song about disc jockeys is evergreen, even though the whole business of being a radio jock has changed completely, and most kids today think of "DJ" as a verb as much as a noun, and even then, the radio is not really part of the equation. On Blip.fm, the users are all called DJs ... a symbol of the democratizing, amateur ethic that makes the web work these days. Oh, and the Bowie song is still great. Listen here.