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287: Moses Sumney, ‘Incantation’

Moses Sumney is the best vocalist I’ve ever heard.
And you know I NEVER exaggerate.

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121: George Harrison, ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps’ (Acoustic Demo)

Everyone knows George’s masterpiece, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” (actually it’s Eric Clapton’s guitar doing the weeping.) But there’s a remarkable earlier version of the song you might not have heard – a wholly different song, just George playing a melancholy, reflective acoustic guitar. It’s candid, unadulterated, exposed, utterly captivating.

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110: Mongolian Throat Singing (The Occidental Tourist)

In which Jeff brings you a taste of Mongolian throat singing as a flimsy excuse to tell a true story about yak molar dice games and that inimitable Mongolian penchant for practical jokes.

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004: The Beach Boys, ‘Kiss Me Baby’

Jeff’s latest musical fantasy, the origin.
The realization–currently in the oven. Stay tuned.

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286: Joni Mitchell, ‘The Circle Game’

My granddaughter Nogah has me wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. So when she asked me to write a Song of The Week for her high school graduation, it was a no-brainer.

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285: James Brown, ‘Night Train’ (The T.A.M.I. Show)

“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see,” wrote Edgar Allan Poe in 1845.
Apparently Edgar was referring to James Brown’s appearance on the 1964 T.A.M.I. Show.

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115: Astor Piazzolla, “Tango: Zero Hour”

Quiz: For which artist do you need to ask the salesman, “Where do I find CDs by this guy, in Jazz, Pop or Classical?” Astor Piazzolla, of course. He reinvented a folk genre as an art form – the Tango Nuevo, a remarkable style of a popular art music demanding the precision of a fugue, the inventiveness of jazz, the passion of matinee singing, the dexterity of Argentinean football, and the heat of a jalapeno.

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116: Van Morrison, ‘Tupelo Honey’

There’s a fine line between the sublime and the silly. Dissected, ‘Tupelo Honey’ hasn’t a single defensible element. But it’s such an inspired and inspiring gescheft that the best thing a guy could do would be to shut up and take his own personal honey by her hand, pull her close and give her a gentle, loving whirl on the dance floor to one of the most beautiful, romantic songs recordings ever made.

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