"It was as though someone… took a piano and then… sort of, dipped it in… dipped it in velvet. Dipped it in… butter. I don’t know what velvet butter is, but if you could do that to a piano, you’d get the notes that come off his hand."
@neiltyson on Milt Jackson
"As boys in the little community of Flint Hill, near Shelby, North Carolina, Earl and his brother Horace would take their banjo and guitar and start playing on the porch, then split up and meet behind the house. Their goal was to still be on the beat when they rejoined at the back."
The Master from Flint Hill: Earl Scruggs : The New Yorker, by Steve Martin
When I was 6, I asked my parents for banjo lessons. I’ve never liked country music and bluegrass was pretty far from my kindergarten ears, but there was something alluring in the instrument’s percussive twang. My parents, truthfully or not, said they couldn’t find a banjo teacher in town, so would I like to try guitar? And here we are. RIP Earl Scruggs.
"i dont care how you get the music. just try to come to shows if you like it. show support however feels best to you. just show some."
P.O.S. (@YEAHRIGHTPOS)
Chris Dave - Medley (Pt. 2) (by ChrisDaddyDave)
"Helping artists and communities is more important than cracking down on profanity."
This dude is one of my biggest musical inspirations, and he doesn’t even like onions. That’s crazy! He’s putting out a record soon that I’ve been lucky enough to have put on repeat for the past little while, and I think it’s some of the best music I’ve ever heard. And I’m 100% certain none of his vocal mics smell like onions.
i’ve spent a lot of time with myself and insist that this performance is an accurate representation of what it’s like to hang out with me when i’m tired and inspired. kind of jacked up, but my heart is in the right place. the song is called company and is the first song on my upcoming album, sorry to say.
Battles - White Electric (Shabazz Palaces remix)
