jimmy buffet - volcano
jimmy buffet - a white sport coat and a pink crustacean
bob dylan - nashville skyline
the alan parsons project - the turn of a friendly card
I think, if I boil it down, these two have been the most influential on changing the direction of my life: - making me start listening to, then singing along to, then playing along with, then finally dancing to. - re-igniting my love of hiphop and fueling the political fire within me, inspiring me to do more to change the world (to the better).
bob dylan - blood on the tracks
mr bungle - disco volante
beach boys - pet sounds
the silver jews - the natural bridge
stevie wonder - music of my mind
YEAH ITS STARING TO GET WARM OUT, WHICH MEANS IT MUST BE TIME TO BREAK OUT THE BLUE ALBUM.
PERFECT FOR SUMMER ROAD TRIPS.
so so so true
agree completely with blood on the tracks
my picks:
bloodlet "entheogen"
the velvet underground s/t
the smiths s/t
rye coalition "hee saw dhuh kaet"
primus "sailing the seas of cheese" OR "frizzle fry"
recently listening to a tribe called quests the low end theory allllll the time.
all the shit I rocked when I was a little kid that still influences me today.
In no particular order
Dead Milkmen - Big Lizard in my Backyard
Dead Milkmen - Eat Your Paisley
Minor Threat - Out Of Step
Fugazi - Repeater
Black Flag - Damaged
Bad Brains - I Against I
Run DMC - Raising Hell
Dinosaur jr - You're Living All Over Me
Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation
Pavement - Slanted and Enchanted
Pixies - Surfer Rosa
Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique
Beastie Boys - Check Your Head
NOFX - S&M Airlines
stay what you are
good apollo i'm burning star four etc. etc.
chrono cross soundtrack
black sails in the sunset
fused together in revolving doors
sketches of spain
Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Shit by the pinkerton thugs. I bought it at a thugs show, which was the first punk concert I'd ever been to. I was an introverted 15 year old kid who was mortified at the thought of dancing in view of anyone but my closest friends and family, and then only to amuse them, but fifteen seconds into punching numbers and I was in the pit getting my ass handed to me by a room full of six-foot punks and loving every minute of it.
I also got hit on by this gorgeous punk chick with a shaved head and the most amazing ass in the world but didn't have the balls to pursue her. That defining night basically fueled four summers of $10.00 shows in the shittiest venues Massachussets and Rhode Island had to offer, and driving home exhausted, nearly deaf and laughing my balls off. It also turned a self-loathing introverted timebomb into the extroverted hate monger you all know and love. I owe much of the awesome of the past 10 years to a punk rock band from Maine.