Track from Peter Buck's forthcoming solo record
U2 post Joshua Tee lyrics, Iggy Pop vocals and wonderful Peter Buck guitar is what I hear.
How do I get ahold of the album?
@Michael Buettner: no, this is not him singing.
oh man, i'm just feeling Beat Happening through it. whens the whole album coming out?
As old school as it gets. The piano solo makes it. Been listening to Peter and co. since early '80s. Revenge of the Cramps.
this is the greatest 3 minute song of this century, and i feel fine.. i was going to give up listening to music yesterday.. i was so mad..IT SHOULDVE ALL ENDED WITH JOHN DAMN CAGE!! (i was saying to myself.) but i heard this. i am reborn.. lyrics, music, production, its great all around.. thanks for the taste.
drives like the good old 20 century boy
@Michael Buettner: yes
I can feel the heat in the Mercury Lounge or the Bowery when this erupts...surprised it's as raw as a four track from Austin
@Thomas_Mason: The Cramps crawl out of the grave...
@Lenny Kelleher: I feel it.
love it Peter.....
peter buck is really singing here??
Love it! Reminds me of the Hindu Love Gods
I was hoping he would do something weird. Awesome!
circus envy guitar.....very obvious............ maybe peter liked monster more than i thought.
OK, now I'm sold!
OK now it's doing something for me.
Not doing anything for me yet...
I love it! Awesome.
This song is a real grower.
Viva Peter Buck!
The more I hear this the more I like.
killer 60's garage sound
I like this dirty rock 'n' roll side to Peter Buck. This is classy
Somewhere, Peter Buck reads Egghead1's comment and cries a cry from the depths of his soul. Egghead1 offers a towel to catch the tears and Peter says, "Egghead1, you've already done enough enough damage. Just.... just........ just go."
Then, the towel drenched in tears starts to drip into Scott McCaughey's suitcase full of dark sunglasses. Scott confronts Peter. "Hey, man; why you always gotta be ruining my sunglasses??"
Fisticuffs ensue. Blood stains an old woman's dress shirt that Peter bought in a thrift store in Idaho in 1997. Scott catches his breath for a moment and realizes that one of the lenses of his sunglasses has become loose and is about to fall out. This enrages Scott "Fisticuffs" McCaughey and, blind with rage, he lurches over to his car to pick up his favorite rifle. A rifle called "Goodbye."
By the time he darts back to Peter, Peter has written nine more songs and has recorded demos, three of which will be released on his second solo album without any additional overdubs. Scott is taken aback by the new music and slowly feels a smile creep up on his face. The two friends shake hands and, within seventeen minutes, Peter's second solo LP has been finished.
Five of the songs were recorded with Egghead1 in mind. Two of them literally mention him by name.
But Egghead1 does not approve.
A $3 million promotional campaign is launched. It consists of Steve Wynn playing the first single through a cell phone on a local indie radio station.
Still Egghead1 does not approve.
Peter takes the news hard and, one night, decides to give up music entirely. He drinks a little too much and goes to sleep without sobering up. He has bizarre dreams. Giraffes in suits. A traffic jam of rotating elephant bumper cars. Michael Stipe in a NASCAR car sponsored by PJ Harvey.
Robyn Hitchcock calls the next morning and asks Peter how he's doing. Robyn goes to his garden for a cup of tea and leaves with a batch of new songs. The subjects include but are not limited to giraffes in suits, a traffic jam of rotating elephant bumper cars, Michael Stipe in a NASCAR car sponsored by PJ Harvey. Robyn asks if Peter will fly to London and bring six non-English speaking street musicians. He does, and Robyn records a series of songs that are the highlights of his best-selling album ever.
Peter accidentally sits next to Egghead1 at an airport in Newark and Robyn's song "Somebody Tell Me If That Was Really Michael Stipe Driving Past Me In A NASCAR Car (Baby)" comes on the airport radio. Peter sees that, just for a moment, Egghead1 is tapping his foot. Just for a few seconds.
But in those few seconds....
Peter Buck felt renewed.
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