I’ve never been much of a Pearl Jam fan. I like some of their music, but it really never moved me much. Pearl Jam is officially 30 years old this year, and their last album was released in 2013 to modest reviews, so I figured they had packed it in as a band. Oops, was I wrong. Welcome, Gigaton, due to be released in March. If the rest of the album is like the first 2 songs made available, then watch out.
“Dance of the Clairvoyants” was the first song released and it definitely cooks with propane. Take a listen.
Love the bass line and drumming that drive this song forward with a vengance. And just when I thought the song was ready to end as a tight 3 minute tune, the song morphs into a dreamy jam for a tasty ending.
WARNING: Dad joke ahead. Proceed at your own risk.
Rudy Giuliani was born as Rudolph Giuliani. Yesterday’s holiday-themed post featured a Giuliani tweet, and it got me thinking of a festive holiday parody song featuring him. No, not White Power Christmas, Arrest Ye Guilty Gentlemen, or even O Flip All Ye Guilty. I’m talking about …
Wait, what? You know already? Oh right, the damn title of this blog post. So much for suspense, and the same goes for Mike Pence. Sorry, been doing too much rhyming. Without further ado, here is Rudolph, The Lame-Ass Lawyer.
FREE download of Trumpatized at https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/antwoneedwards. Great arrangement and recording by St Louis rapper Twon Ali of an anti-Trump rap poem I wrote. I am very hopeful that this is the last day that this song has any relevance as Democrats take back Congress tomorrow. Download FREE and enjoy or stream on Spotify.
As I explained in a recent blog post, the live performance debut of Do It, a song I co-wrote, did not go well. I had taken video, and I wanted the band to hear it for themselves so that it would never be played live that way again.
The video is an mp4 and a very large file size, so I decided to use DropBox to share the file with the band. Here’s a screenshot of the upload.
So the band will have some feedback and the video by next June. Sound good?
You probably didn’t believe me when I wrote that I needed a rap name for when I collect a Grammy for best new rap song. I think I have settled on J-Saggy, although KY-Jelly still intrigues me. Finally, at long last, here is the upcoming Rap Song of the Year, Trumpatized 2018, v1.0 …
I am always surprised at the direction life can take a person. Who knew that I would be needing a rap name for when I accept the Grammy for best rap song of 2018? Allow me to explain …
I want to give all my readers a short break from splitting their sides after reading another hilarious, but likely plagiarized blog post from me. This post is new and it’s very special.
The 2017 Jim Flanigan Looks at the World Follower of the Year (or JFLATWFOTY for short) just released this important new song about the recent Las Vegas massacre called “58.” Listen. Read. Enjoy. Contemplate. Act.
Welcome to a new feature this year on Jim Flanigan Looks at the World. I love music, so I asked myself why I wasn’t writing more about music. I didn’t get a reply since I wasn’t speaking to myself at the time, but I didn’t wait until I was speaking to myself again after having make-up sex with myself. I moved forward with this bold concept. Each week I plan to reveal my favorite song from my favorite musical artists, and along the way provide some insight as to why that song is my favorite. It may not be the best song ever done by the artist profiled according to critics, or the best-selling song, but the song I like the best. You are welcome to disagree and offer your own fave song. There is no wrong answer (is what I always wanted to hear my teachers say, but never did).
Some weeks this may be easy. For example …
Sit back, take a break, and enjoy the latest tune from our musical collaboration (some say “supergroup”) called Sunsets Rising. It’s a song called “I Don’t Know Where The Sunset Goes,” and I wrote it during one of my frequent trips between Chicago and St Louis while watching the sun set. Not much else to do on that drive, although I am dying to stop at …