Oh, jittery eighth notes on a bass, what would punk and postpunk ever do without you?
No, really. Go ahead. I’m totally fine with it.
A tribute to brothers from other mothers.
9PM – Midnight ET, January 30.
Dreaming of an analog wake.
In which Glyph calls out fellow OT’er Will Truman…
Some of these videos may contain visuals which are not recommended for epileptics, migraine sufferers, and your workplace.
Everyone has a hometown. Lots of places have music about them. What music defines where you’re from?
Another terrific KEXP studio recording.
The City of Brotherly Fuzz.
It was a dark and stormy night. My Pandora station based on Europe’s The Final Countdown could have gone in any direction…
If I was as great a drummer as Stewart Copeland I would wear those socks too.
Glyph gets unstuck in time.
This one’s for Chris.
What were you listening to?
Joe Cocker has passed away. Take a moment to remember his amazing voice.
A holiday guest music post from dhex!
Ask for Janice.
Wine and song. What more do you need on a Friday night?
More grist for the mill, from dhex.
This Friday, 11/28. Be there or be square.
Via esteemed OT commenter and occasional guest contributor dhex.
Truth in advertising.
…for staring at your shoes.
A little night music.
Don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
Warning: Jamming Ahead.
Boldly going where several songs have gone before.
It’s almost always good to be surprised.
The next must-watch cable mini-series?
Let’s go to the beach.
“Initially the Muse of Singing, she then became the Muse of Tragedy.”
Bum, bum, Bum, bum, Bum, bum, Bum, bum
Come on in, the water’s fine!