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The Wife Says: My Husband’s a Slut

September 27th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Men don’t get repeat. If I want to drive my husband crazy, I let him sync my iPhone. (Okay, I don’t know how to do it myself but can he make béchamel sauce?) He always checks out my playlist.

You should hear the outrage when he sees I’ve listened to "One" (The U2/Mary J. Blige version) more than 200 times or "Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant even more.  [256 times and 301 times.-AC]

Music from the Inbox: Some Recommendations

September 27th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Yes, I've been remiss in getting through all the stuff you've been sending me.

But the volume is such that I've had to enlist some people to help me sort through everything.  

Here's what made it through that double filter of "Listening to bad music so you don't have to."

Blink 182’s Neighbourhoods Is Out Today. Travis Barker Reflects.

September 27th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

From The Daily Beast:

Shortly before midnight on Sept. 19, 2008, a Learjet carrying six passengers departed Columbia, South Carolina, en route to Van Nuys, California, when something went terribly wrong. Air traffic controllers observed sparks coming from the plane as it streaked down the runway while an eyewitness reported that the aircraft, engulfed in flames, resembled a fireball.

The Pink Floyd Reissues: Buy Them. Now.

September 27th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Stop everything that you're doing.  Free up some room on your credit card.  I don't care how.  Then run to the nearest record store and buy the new Pink Floyd reissues.

As I write this, I'm listening to the six-disc "Immersion" version of Dark Side of the Moon.  It is stunning.

Justin Timberlake to Play Crazy Record Mogul Neil Bogart

September 26th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Even by the standards of the anything-goes 70s, Casablanca Records stood out.  Led by Neil Bogart, the label made millions from artists like KISS, the Village People and Donna Summer.  In the process, they spent tens of millions, mostly on things like cocaine and flying birthday cakes across the country.  Oops.

I'm surprised that no one has made a proper movie about Casablanca and their crazy president, Neil Bogart.  At least not until now.

Going on the Road with Capt. Kirk (No, I’m Serious)

September 26th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

I was having breakfast in Beijing after a music conference when the email came in.  It was from Tara, the person who does her damndest to get me speaking gigs.

"Be at the Royal York Hotel at 11am tomorrow.  Go to the concierge and ask them to call up to the room of Bill XXXXXXXXX.  He wants to have brunch."

"Er, okay.  But who's Bill XXXXXXXX?"

"William Shatner."

"Oh.  Wait, what?"

The Wife Says: Who Would You Do?

September 25th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

[Yes, this really is from my wife.  She says "I have things to say. You should use me on your blog!"  Like I'd have a choice...]

Here’s something to yak about over wine with girlfriends while ignoring the tsumami of laundry waiting at home: who would you do?

Did Facebook Borrow Their Music Service Idea from Virgin?

September 25th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Thanks to Rupinder for the tip.  (I like news tips, by the way.  Send 'em to 

From The Register:

I saw Facebook's music service 3 years ago. Done properly

Three years ago I caught a glimpse of a new social network built around music. You could follow people, chat with them, and enjoy the same music stream in real time.

BMW’s New M5 Audio System Delivers More Than Music

September 25th, 2011 | by Alan Cross

Part of the reason anyone buys a performance car is for the sound of the engine.  Legend has it that Ferrari begins designing a new model with the exhaust note.  They even (allegedly) employ musicians to find that perfect sound.  Then they work backwards.

I love the sound of a great engine.  I once waited on the street next to a Bugatti Veyron hoping that the owner would come out of the tony hotel and fire up that W-16.  In Singapore, I sat on a sidewalk waiting to hear what a Zonda sounded like in person.

But even I--an uber petrol head--have my limits

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