Reviewing your parents' music collection
A blue Peugeot 407. The seats are black if I remember correctly. I'm sitting in the backseat, on the right side because I'm the youngest. I love this car, it feels so cool, so grown-up. I believe it can go faster than any other car on the planet. It feels incredibly big, like it could… Continue reading This Land Must Change or Land Must Burn – Midnight Oil Re-Invent the Political Rock Album with “Diesel and Dust”
In 2017, for the first time, I bought an album based solely on a review I had read without listening to it first. It was a weirdly fascinating experience, the excitement upon discovering what I'd purchased, the anticipation of experiencing the music behind the words that had inspired me, that had been able to convince… Continue reading Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover – Joe Satriani’s “The Extremist” is right up my street
When you own 453 records, it comes as no surprise that some of them have found their way to the bottom of the stack, to a backseat on the shelves, asleep in their unplayed state. Even if you chose to listen to a different record every day of the year you wouldn't make it through… Continue reading The Beautiful Mess that is “Art of Living”
My dad has his stereo system set up in the living room. The living room door is usually left open. So whenever someone's playing music, you can hear it in the entire house. Even with the door closed in my upstairs bedroom I could hear the faint droning of a bass or the pounding rhythm… Continue reading Present meets Past as “Worlds Collide” or The Essence of my Childhood
My parents own 453 physical records, 156 on vinyl and 297 on CD. They span across a variety of artists, eras and genres. From classic blues to postmodern punk, from Portuguese fado to Dutch chanson. It's an astonishing variety that speaks of my parent's musical open-mindedness and blows my mind every time I really think… Continue reading Pink Floyd can do humour? Yes, they can. And “Meddle” proves it.
The Dad Anthology 