Monday, August 10, 2009

Archives: Dubuque Blues, Brooks And Dunn, RIAA BS

Heard that I was missed......Saturday I spent the day going up to Dubuque to search for more cheap vinyl and cds that I needed to have.   Originally I wanted to go to Madison for a couple days of bike riding but the weather fucking sucked, it rained three of the four days there and Sunday was a washout.  No point of going up to a place where it's going to rain most of the weekend so I wanted to go somewhere.  I thought about going to Ames but that was too far away and they only have Hastings and Taco Time.  Iowa City has way too many stop lights and I got no patience for that anymore.  So if you wanted to go to a place which wasn't too far from home and they have decent music stores, why not go to Dubuque instead?   And so I did.

I found the back-way to Highway 20 from highway 151 which is Military Road which snakes through the countryside until you take a road that leads you into Key West, which is a suburb.  It's on a forgotten four lane highway and Key West doesn't have much for downtown, in fact most of the stores are on 151 which consists of a Dollar General Store, A Tru Value, A Dairy Queen and Fast Food City (taco johns, McDonalds, couple others). but the road into downtown Key West then leads you back on a curvy hill which becomes Kelly Lane.  Make a left at the T section and the road leads you to JFK Blvd to which is the main drag of western Dubuque.  Moondog Music, sits behind Shop Ko, next to ColdStone Ice Cream.  However, if you continue to drive down JFK, it leads you to another shopping center and another strip mall to which CDs 4 Change is next to Four Seasons' Chinese Buffet.  CDs 4 Change actually has more records than CDs, and the owner says that he sells more vinyl than cds anyway.  I noticed that since the CD shelf space was cut in half in favor of new vinyl and the budget vinyl that had albums for 3 bucks a record and i managed to find something like 10 albums.  And the vinyl turnover is unbelievable since the last time i was there in March. 

Driving down Asbury Street leads out to the edge of town and the Goodwill store on the  Arterial which is a multitude of stores (hy Vee, Sam's Club,Bed Bath Beyond etc). I seldom find anything at Goodwill in Dubuque, they have records but most of them are the usual 60s crap nobody listens to anymore and somehow they were lucky enuff to have no less than five copies of Herb Alpert's What Now My Love album.  I did come across a copy of Tuff Darts!, the 1978 punk band's Sire one and done.  I used to have that album but then again the more I thought about it the more i remembered that album wasn't that great to begin with (they had a minor hit with All For The Love Of Rock N Roll and Here Comes Suzy got some airplay and maybe Billy Idol covered it).  Had way too much crap songs such as Your Love Is Like Nuclear Waste or most of side two was godawful so I didn't see the need to rebuy it.

There was this loud ass sound system coming in and next door to Goodwill was a outdoor sports bar called Champions that had some rappers and soundsystem and they were yukking it up and they had a skateboard ramp for the bikers and skateboarders to jump it.  Since I was done shopping anyway, i decided to hang back and see the skateboard punks jump the ramps in their own X Games.  And I've seen a few skateboards go flying off in one direction and their boards the other direction.  Some punk did a 180 pretzel turn and cracked his back bigtime.  Three more failed attempts and he threw a fit and broke his skateboard in two.  I'm sure he went to the ER later, i think he cracked a vertebrate or two in his back.  Another ska8tor Boi, wearing a Rolling Stone Lip T shirt, was terrible, he jump the ramp and fall on his ass about 10 times.  I think by then he had bruises on bruises but on the 12th time he managed to jump the ramp and awkwardly stay on the board and not fall on his ass.  So we gave him a standing ovation and the dood, happy that he succeeded for once, retired to a can of Red Bull and a Icy Hot Patch.

Basically that was Dubuque in a nut shell.  I didn't go down to the river or downtown to the pawnshops, basically those places are so damn dirty you need a tenitus shot after you leave the place.  But in two weeks I read that the Gin Blossoms will be making an outdoors concert on the 22nd and maybe I might go pay them a visit.  If not, this bargain hunt trip saved me from going to Madison till next month.  Maybe then, we'll get three straight days of sunshine and maybe i can do some bike riding along with the habits of buying out the music stores.
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Brooks and Dunn have decided that their time together is over and will do a final tour in 2010 and then kick back and watch their royalties come in.  They'll be forever dammed by Boot Scoot Boogie although they did make some listenable songs later on.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/08/opinion/l08blow.html

Among this is the RIAA's response to the demise of music as we know it today.  But to all that matters, the best response comes from M.Simon



I grew up when the arrival of LPs made a tremendous range of high-quality recordings available at home. The advent of noise-free CDs in the 1980s brought tears to my eyes. Anyone who has listened to downloads of digital music with a high-quality sound reproduction system and compared I grew up when the arrival of LPs made a tremendous range of high-quality recordings available at home. The advent of noise-free CDs in the 1980s brought tears to my eyes. Anyone who has listened to downloads of digital music with a high-quality sound reproduction system and compared them with the recording available on a CD has noticed the degradation of sound quality resulting from audio compression.
If only digital downloads remain, we shall lose the availability of high-quality recorded music in the home.

Thank you Mr. Simon for addressing the situation to which I've been screaming about for the past five years.  As for Mitch Boiwol and his RIAA double talk bullshit, fuck off.  The major labels lack of promoting a decent band has been nonexistant for the past 15 years.  Bands out there today don't want to sign with a major label since the major label only put out product that gets stale faster than homemade bread.  To which I stated 30 years ago that record mergers don't do shit for the artist.  Just implode and get it over with anyway.

Us music audiophiles have to resort to getting our music used since there's hardly any record stores are within driving distance anymore.  Give HP Books and Goodwill credit, otherwise I would be reading books instead.

Once upon a time you could buy a song that you wanted, I believe it was called a 45....

From Euro Traveler....

One of the reasons people invested in LP or CD collections was because they wanted to listen to the music for years to come; I doubt, however, that fans of today's bands assume they'll want to hear their music even a year from now. Instead, the music has become as disposable as most other things in today's culture.

Sad but true, when's the last time you played Fall Out Boy?  When was the last time I played Fall Out Boy?  Gawd cant remember and that was their last album.....

New Music today is crap surmises another reader and she may be right.  This year I can't tell you what's out there to get.  But I keep trying.  The reason why we turn back to the reliables is that they got melody and music that you remember.  Most new music goes over my head.  I"ve seen some good songs from the likes of Miranda Lambert and Keith Urban but for good country, it's still Waylon or Willie or Johnny.  Those songs spoke to me, unlike whatever passes for country on GAC.

And people are put off by the RIAA lawsuits so they quit buying.  Piss enuff people off and the RIAA has found out that since 1999, the buyers had enuff of that.  We're in a recession and ppl don't want to spend 15 to 20 bucks on a new CD with two decent songs and 12 shitty numbers and shitty over-compressed sound.

I donno about y'all but i have drawn a line at what i review now.  Learn to live with the times RIAA or it will be a pleasure to watch you starve yourself from within from greed.