tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102185892024-03-08T01:44:46.393-08:00Radio Nowhereviews on songwriting, the future of music, and weathermikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-37963199992234961642008-01-25T22:28:00.001-08:002008-01-25T22:28:16.737-08:00Radio Nowhere<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/widgets/tune_widget/tuneWidget.swf?twID=artist_296&webServer=http://www.reverbnation.com&posted_by=artist_296&autoplay=false" height="415" width="434" wmode="opaque"><br> </embed><a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/c./a4/19/296/artist/296/artist/link"><img border="0" height="19" src="http://www.reverbnation.com/data_public/resource/image/19/tune_footer.gif"></a><a href="http://www.quantcast.com/p-05---xoNhTXVc" target="_blank"><img src="http://pixel.quantserve.com/pixel/p-05---xoNhTXVc.gif" style="display: none" border="0" height="1" width="1" alt="Quantcast"/></a><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDEzMjg4OTM3NTgmcD*yNzA4MSZkPXR1bmVXaWRnZXQmbj1ibG9nZ2Vy.jpg" />mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-70227306524373434142007-07-19T22:02:00.001-07:002007-07-19T22:02:30.297-07:00Okay Jamendo, Try this one!<div style="margin:3px;"><a rel="rdfs:seeAlso" href="http://www.jamendo.com/album/6660/"><img style="border:0;" alt="Jamendo : Free music" src="http://img.jamendo.com/ext/jamendo1.png" /></a></div>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-18881224673453005272007-07-09T20:36:00.000-07:002007-07-09T20:37:13.852-07:00What's a Nimbit, anyway?<embed name="nps" src='http://www.nimbitmusic.com/nps/radionowhere.1' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' wmode='transparent' allowScriptAccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='450' height='260'></embed>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-63833613558909678302007-06-16T12:19:00.001-07:002007-06-16T12:19:55.093-07:00New site!http://www.radionowhere.netmikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1169332284039845982007-01-20T14:31:00.000-08:002007-01-20T14:32:30.560-08:00<object width="425" height="350"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/90qXZSAMxP4"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/90qXZSAMxP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"> </embed> </object>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1114723562773379642005-04-28T14:26:00.000-07:002005-04-28T14:27:55.746-07:00I saw Bob Dylan's ghost last night.<p class="mobile-post"></p><p class="mobile-post">It showed up at the strangest place: a Bob Dylan show<br />at the Paramount Theater in Oakland, California. Now,<br />this is *not* a dramatic way of saying that Dylan is<br />through, or is a shadow of his former self, or<br />anything like that. What I mean is that, wittingly or<br />not, Bob Dylan created the conditions for this spirit<br />to appear, and sure enough it did. </p><p class="mobile-post">Dylan and his medium-sized band--bigger than Timbuk 3,<br />smaller than Lyle Lovett's traveling circus--were<br />arrayed in a crescent formation on the Paramount<br />stage, with Dylan ensconced behind his electronical<br />piano at the tip of the crescent at stage right,<br />directly across from his guitarist. This left the<br />center of the stage vacant, a vacuum that was just<br />crying out to be filled. Enter the ghost. Despite<br />frequent and increasingly plaintive requests from the<br />audience to play his guitar, Dylan stayed rooted to<br />the stage behind his keyboard (actually, he was far<br />from still: the 2005 Bob Dylan seems to be more<br />interested in old-fashioned showmanship than anything<br />else, and the combination of his graying hair and<br />relentless jitterbugging put me in mind of Elvis<br />Presley with a Brillo pad where his pompadour<br />should've been). </p><p class="mobile-post">Dylan has always offered fairly radical<br />reinterpretations of his catalog in performance, and<br />as he blazed through versions of new songs, freeform<br />FM album cuts and generation-defining hits which<br />sometimes bore only the faintest of resemblances to<br />their recorded counterparts, a very strange thing<br />happened. Somewhere between the expectations of the<br />audience, Dylan's references to his own past, and that<br />electrical-alchemical process that creates a third<br />thing at a live show, that vacuum at center stage was<br />filled. Today's Bob Dylan was scat-crooning away<br />behind his piano over to the side, and a doppelganger<br />golem shimmered and glowed there in the middle,<br />receiving melodies, memories, desires and emotions<br />from everyone in the house and then radiating an<br />amalgam of them all back out to all points of the<br />compass. Maybe it was just the cheap hydro that was<br />wafting out of the stalls in the bathroom during<br />intermission, but during certain songs ("Tangled Up In<br />Blue", "Ballad of a Thin Man"), I felt like I could<br />actually see the thing. Wired on amphetamine<br />imagination and just a little bit out of focus, like<br />the cover of Blonde on Blond, blazing with passion and<br />derision as it laughed at all of us, who had summoned<br />it to appear and then sang a scratchy, ethereal duet<br />with the actual man onstage. </p><p class="mobile-post">It was very strange.mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1112205566392204392005-03-30T09:59:00.000-08:002005-03-30T09:59:26.393-08:00London Booted - A tribute to the Clash<a href="http://www.culturedeluxe.co.uk/londonbooted.htm">London Booted - A tribute to the Clash</a>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1112052972057033532005-03-28T15:36:00.000-08:002005-03-28T15:36:12.056-08:00afternoon<p class="mobile-post">tsting the ol' post from any email account thing, with truncated ending</p>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1111987792170427432005-03-27T21:29:00.000-08:002005-03-27T21:29:52.170-08:00untitled<p class="mobile-post"> <br /> </p><p class="mobile-post">http://www.slimrocks.com<br />http;//www.cdbaby.com/slim</p><p class="mobile-post">__________________________________________________<br />Do You Yahoo!?<br />Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around <br />http://mail.yahoo.com </p>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1111826306744849692005-03-26T00:35:00.000-08:002005-03-26T00:38:26.746-08:00talking to the ghost......in the machine. Creepy how this AdSense thing works, eh? I put up a post that was basically just a list of music gear, and sure enough, now all the advertisements are about tweaky digital music gear. I should be worried (because, really, what's to stop John Ashcroft from hitting Google with a subpoena), but instead I think it's kind of neat. <br /><br />Of course, now I have to actually write something that actual humans might come here to read....mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1110443000884575022005-03-10T00:23:00.000-08:002005-03-10T00:23:20.883-08:00<div class="audblog"><a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/51166/157247.mp3" class="audLink"><img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /></a></div>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1110442802154018922005-03-10T00:20:00.000-08:002005-03-10T00:20:02.153-08:00<div class="audblog"><a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/51166/157246.mp3" class="audLink"><img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /></a></div>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1110442269193167972005-03-10T00:11:00.000-08:002005-03-10T00:11:09.193-08:00ipod<p class="mobile-post">ipod ipod ipod</p>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1110442060000202682005-03-10T00:07:00.000-08:002005-03-10T00:07:40.000-08:00iPod craziness<p class="mobile-post">....not really, I'm just trying to trick AdSense into copping ma steez</p>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10218589.post-1110440693119226462005-03-09T23:40:00.001-08:002005-03-09T23:44:53.120-08:00like the sun slowly breaking through the clouds...Okay, so I'm finally starting to get a handle on how this whole deal works. Let's write about music and equipment and see if the googlebots notice. Here's a list of stuff in my basement:<br />Apple Logic Pro 7<br />Ableton Live<br />iPod<br />Fender Stratocaster<br />Line6 Vetta <br />Fender Rhodes 73<br />Hamilton Piano<br />Tascam <br />Soul & Heartmikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02085884307004672066noreply@blogger.com0