I managed to convince the powers that be to allow me to play the new White Cowbell Oklahoma album, Bombardero, in its entirety on my radio show last night. Or rather, they didn’t offer enough resistance, so I just went for it. The vibe of the new record is darker, and seems to be matched with a deeper intensity of purpose for the band overall, but there are still plenty of hot’n’greasy numbers on this album. It’ll be interesting to see where this all goes over the next little while, but in the meantime you should head over to www.whitecowbell.com and find out where you can get yr hands on a copy and definitely go see them when they hit yr town.
I wish all the noise in my brain would sound like rock’n’roll. There’s so fucking much of it, nagging, biting, eating away… It’s not just the costant litany of things to do, it’s the guilty reminder of things so long overdue they cease to have meaning. It’s the endless irritating understanding that I haven’t been doing enough.
One day deadline.
Five day deadline.
And that 70 day deadline whose long dark shadow creeps in wait.
