Devious Mixtape 2: Are you there, Bruce Dickinson? It’s me, Jason.

This week’s goodness (and oh, you wouldn’t believe the trouble I went through to put this together for you…):

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the prisoner, iron maiden (you should all have this entire album memorized)
family tree, belle & sebastian (nothing says mixtape like maiden followed by belle & sebastian)
the lovers, ladytron
gonna find you, operation ivy (this band made perfect songs)
electromagnetic azoth, secret chiefs 3 (this band makes interesting songs)
motorboat, love is all
all my tears, julie miller (fantastic cover of an emmy lou harris gem)
preoccupation, pamper the madman (greatest kansas city band ever)
planet earth, duran duran
read it in books, echo & the bunnymen
epitaph for my heart, magnetic fields (rebecca braverman saw them perform all 69 love songs. i hate her.)
if you wanna know, ugly duckling
saint behind the glass, los lobos (‘kiko’ is a masterpiece)
muriel, tom waits
sleeping beauty, miranda sex garden
god bows to math, minutemen (if you don’t have any minutemen records why bother listening to music?)
sacrifice, the roots (holy funk, i forgot how schmoove this track was)
theme for runaways, psyche
for kristoffer, money your love (this is from a burned cd the singer gave to my wife at a jr./sr. show many, many moons ago)
dirt off your shoulder, danger mouse
among his tribe, ween
the number of the beast (live), iron maiden (yes, a maiden sandwich)

I had to move to simply providing you a download link – no embedded player. Couldn’t find a free file-sharing service that also allowed direct linking. At any rate, the page linked to below has ads, but should be pop-up free.

Roughly 79 minutes long. Click here to visit the download page for an .mp3 (72MB, one track). Click here for the Spotify playlist.

Devious Mixtape 2: Are you there, Bruce Dickinson? It’s me, Jason.

Beer Review Poem: The Saint Louis Brewery’s Schlafly Brand Oatmeal Stout

After Robert Louis Stevenson’s Stout Marches Lead to Certain Ends

STOUT beer leads to certain ends,
I sought no Holy Brew, my friends –
That style should find us every day
Some stoutening stoutness is its way.

This beer pours dark from east to west,
Malted aromatics stretches nose then rests.
The head has crowned – pint glass, not a yard.
Chestnut in color, this won’t be too hard.

We two are friendly friends, me and this beer
The other STL brewery snores far and near.
So wretchedly they brew their make,
Yet Schlafly begs to be the one you take!

– Standard stout! this is no A+ way,
A thousand other stouts wait for a day;
With us, they march in from left and right,
A thousand bottled black golds seek the light.

Beer Review Poem: The Saint Louis Brewery’s Schlafly Brand Oatmeal Stout

Devious Mixtape 1: 15 albums

So there’s a new (to me) meme going around that asks you to pick 15 albums that changed your life or affected you in some grand way. I really couldn’t do 15 albums only, so did 15 albums from 1980 to 1992:

talking heads – remain in light
michael jackson – thriller
vangelis – blade runner soundtrack
newcleus – jam-on revenge
prince – purple rain
beastie boys – licensed to ill
n.w.a./eazy e. – straight outta compton/eazy duz it (bought ’em the same day so they’re forever one album to me)
leonard cohen – i’m your man
the pixies – doolittle
nine inch nails – pretty hate machine
public enemy – fear of a black planet
my bloody valentine – loveless
rhcp – bloodsugarsexmagick
the orb – the orb’s adventures beyond the ultraworld
the pharcyde – bizarre ride II…

Taking it one step further I put together a mixtape of one song from each of the albums above. I think I’m going to start a weekly mixtape feature here. Some weeks will have a theme. Others will just be random rawk. Enjoy.

Roughly 78 minutes long. Click here to visit the download page for an .mp3 (72MB, one track). Click here for the Spotify playlist of all the records!

Devious Mixtape 1: 15 albums

Beer Review Poem: Paulaner’s Hefe-Weizen Natural Wheat

After Rainer Maria Rilke’s The Panther

This vision, from the constantly pouring bottle,
has grown so thickly golden that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to me there are
a thousand Hefes and in front of them all, Paulaner’s.

As it fills my pint glass, over and over,
the rising of a pleasant, aromatic, puffy head
is like a ritual dance around the glass lip
in which a mighty thirst will soon partake.

Time after time, the mouthfeel of the brew
engages, subtly—. A perfect taste enters in,
rushes down over tested, tried taste buds,
wins over my heart and my mind.

Beer Review Poem: Paulaner’s Hefe-Weizen Natural Wheat