Proving once again that dead musicians refuse to remain dead, Jimi Hendrix’s family has another decade of unreleased Jimi recordings. I don’t know but I have a wierd feeling that any musician who has died a suspicious death is living on a special music island making awesome music together in perfect harmony. I guess some people would call this heaven but I call it Music Island, this fall’s new reality show. Jimi’s family has several copies of each official bootleg that they keep in temperature controlled vaults. Seems a little extreme but, hey, I guess it really is precious material that I know I will end up listening to.
Check out the article: http://www.3news.co.nz/Family-to-release-unheard-Jimi-Hendrix-tapes/tabid/418/articleID/122404/cat/55/Default.aspx
Want proof that teaching music is important in schools? http://www.fark.com/cgi/vidplayer.pl?IDLink=4654069. Try this.
Ready for today’s lyric? I don’t think this should be that hard. At least, not harder than trying to find Megan Fox naked while galloping horseback through the streets. (Yesterday Matt, Anthony and I went on google and just typed in random words to see what would come up. I strongly recommend doing this if you have time to kill, or just want a laugh.) Ok…without further ado, here’s the lyric.
“The dogs on main street howl/ ’cause they understand”
hint: This artist had a special birthday yesterday. He isn’t Jewish, but Adam Sandler’s “mother thinks he is.”
Answer: The Promised Land, by Bruce Springsteen