
| Washington D.C - home of the "men" & "women" who control the very fate of the folks we are. Yes - me, you, her, her dog and so on. It also houses some of the most complicated streets this country has to offer the driver. I'm telling you from experience - you may own those wicked alpha-numeric streets during the day, but by night - the construction has begun and you are redirected through a traveler's hell. You see - the damn place has never really settled well with me, other than the music scene of course. D.C. has a music history that, if you let it, overrides the places current (all-time high?) level of evil. Bob Massey, the man to blame [as the liner notes from (trailer) state] in The Gena Rowland Band, resides and creates grand anthems in this metropolitan cluster-fuck. The results are a welcome treasure.
So,
Bob, can we get some information?.. . .. . +
Where do you currently call home, and what makes it the place you love to be?
+ Vice President Dick comes to your door (early morning) and asks for your
vote for 4 more years of "them". Your response: Not New York. +
Bush, Kerry or Nader? +
Is there ANY talent in The Strokes?
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is there any particular band/artist you know of & love that we the people should
invest more time in hearing? +
Mac or PC?
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What is "Talent"? +
If you could be 18 years young at any point in history, what time from
the past would you choose to live in? +
Is the "low-carb revolution" out of control? +
What question do you get asked the most that you feel should be erased from all
human thought? +
Best band name of ALL TIME:
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Photo shoot - film or digital? +
The house is on fire - what non-living item comes to mind to save? +
What scares you?
+ Have you ever travelled through / to Lynchburg, Virginia? If not, have you heard
of it? [see: Jerry Falwell] My understanding is that one of the highlights of "Lunchbag," as my native friends call it, is Weenie Stand #3. Something to look forward to. |
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With 4 highly original compositions at just around 16 minutes - I recently placed all my chips on the number that corresponds to Bob Massey's upcoming full-length album. The Gena Rowlands Band - that's the fancy actress name Bob has chosen to release his tunes under - blend a fine combination of songs that brings to mind what Coustea lead crooner Liam McKahey may have sounded like fronting Joan of Arc around the Gap-album, had JOA not tweaked the Pro-Tools beyond listenability that is. I had the first listen to TGRB on this fine compilation last year, and was completely taken with awe with "The Last Words of Lesley Gore". As if Bob was at a shindig celebrating the final night of this planet's existence, one where no one really gives a damn, 'The Last Word's.. ' is a song that will enter the head on a one-way strip and quite possibly never exit. A brilliant patchwork of a tune, with it's live instrumentation and subtle experimental undervibes - it's the way that the vocals are delivered in such a lethargic tone that adds the crowning touch to one of four incredible songs. Following track, 'Garofalo, C'est Moi', continues in this unique delivery as Bob describes how "everything in this house is on fire", again as if the entire neighborhood could ignite and he would simply find another place to relocate. The musicians that round out the Gena Rowlands Band album (I've read that the touring lineup is not a constant) are nothing short of absolute wonder, never a note overdone nor one player trying to outshine the other. As
much a lyrical mystery hinting at Hollywood glam & power of decades past,
there is more than enough bizarre& original content here to count the days
until the long player hits later this year.
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