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Eat & Drink: Blue Eyes & Deano Burgers.

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Here's a weekend grilling recipe for you, signed, sealed and delivered according to how Dean Martin and Blue Eyes himself enjoyed their patties.

While the original recipe here doesn't call for a grilling these burgers over a hot flame, and I don't want to insult "The King of Cool" here, but cooking a burger on a kitchen frying pan? What are we, savages? 

Martin Burgers

Ingredients

  • 1lb. ground beef
  • 2 oz. bourbon — chilled

Instructions

Preheat a heavy frying pan and sprinkle bottom lightly with table salt. Mix meat, handle lightly, just enough to form into four patties. Grill over medium-high heat about 4 minutes on each side.

Pour chilled bourbon in chilled shot glass and serve meat and bourbon on a TV tray.

Sinatra Burgers

  1. Call for Deano.
  2. Tell him to make you a fuckin' burger.
  3. Drink his bourbon.

And there you have it. The original recipes are below and so is a 43 minute performance by Dean Martin that you can listen to while chugging burgers and cooking bourbon this weekend.

Doc Feldman: Shame On You Doc For Holding Out On Us

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This world has some fine music. Not enough to devalue the great stuff due to the bad, but still, it's out there. Given the volumes of genres and holy mess of artists, you mostly have to dig for it. Like gold, love, or a worthwhile ball club with a .500+ record, more often than not you come up with dirt.

Prospecting. Every once in awhile your claim will yield weight.

Your claim is your genre, your weight is the prize artist. The gold. In the case of the folk/americana claim, an area I almost exclusively prospect, there is lots to sift through. More and more daily. Doc Feldman is gold.

After hearing him for the first time, I wished he had an entire catalogue of albums to discover for the first time. You know, when you hear a song and say, "Who the hell is this?" and your friend replies, "What? You've got catching up to do, here are four more albums..."

Turns out he's just released his first solo album, so all we have to play on repeat is Sundowning at the StationNote: Feldmen was also the founding member of Good Saints, so if you like what you hear here, track them down.

I have a personality that likes repetition, familiarity or simplicity. I don't know what it is, my wife could explain it better. I hadn't really noticed it until she pointed it out. My closet is a stack of plain white shirts and black shirts. Denim, basically the same shade of charcoal. Shorts that mostly look the same. Ten pairs of the same boat shoes. I'm difficult to please, but commited. One grey sweatshirt is unwearable because the designer didn't get the length quite right, but another of the same tone is the only one I'll wear for a year until it's dead. When I find something I like, I hit repeat. In the first week of Doc Feldman's release, I'd listened to the album 20 times. There's only one other artist that'd beat out that kind of looped abuse and that's A.A. Bondy, likely my all time most repeatable artist.

Other than the praise above, I don't know what else to say about this fine piece of work. As far as discussing the themes of the album or what he's accomplished musically, I think other blogs can do better (seriously, check 'em out: When You Motor Away, Folk Radio,  Mad Mackerel, Slowcoustic, and on, and on). It's just good, good stuff. Doc, just keep making music and don't you dare stop.

Check out the album, Sundowning at the Station on Bandcamp and buy the damned thing. Also, you've got Facebook. Go over there and Like Doc Feldman's page and keep up to date with the latest.

Here's one more track for the road... 

 

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Sunshine & Two Hundred Grand

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The internet already took hold of the new Sunshine video yesterday. Sites much more reputable and with far more traffic than this one (Go here for music reviews with better adjectives: My Old Kentucky Blog, Beats Per Minute, Exclaim). But so what, we can get in on the action a day late and a dollar or two short. That's this site's motto!

These guys are some pals of mine, and I know they're in a band and shit, but they're actually great guys. Some of my favourite humans. We talk about sports, feelings, you know, The Whole Nine Yards. That one's capitalized because I'm actually referring to the 2000 RomCom starring Chandler and Bruce Willy. God dammit that's a fine film.

Sunshine debuted semi-recently (On my birthday, thanks guys!) with one of those self-titled, Band Name by Band Name albums. Sunshine by Sunshine. It's a pretty fantastic debut, and you can stream the whole damned shake up right here on Bandcamp.

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Below is their latest video for Two Hundred Grand, and judging by my iTunes play count, my favourite track on the album by far. Coming in second is French Exit with an unfair advantage because it comes right after Two Hundred Grand, so it gets an automatic bump in the numbers by association.

Anyhow, the video is about lazy Saturday afternoons and shitty television. Or something. I don't know, I was too lazy to actually ask Trevor, so I pulled a quote by him from one of those other blogs I listed above. Look, all you need to do is click below, watch the video and bring up them YouTube played this many times numbers!

This video is our tribute to being a total dirt bag, burning through an afternoon with slacker channels of nothing but Xena: Warrior Princess and idiotic movies from the late eighties about cops buddying up with dogs.​
— Trevor Risk

Twin Shadow: Five Photos In Your Heart

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The guy that occasionally pulls his act together to send me photos recently shot Twin Shadow at the Electric Owl club in Vancouver. Take a look-see at these fine shots and listen to some Twin Shadow.

For more photos by Tom Nugent, check out his website. 

Slowcoustic Produces a Goldmine of J. Tillman Covers

Before we get to the meat of the post, let's first address the photo above. One of my dearest pals, Tom Nugent happens to take some damned fine photos of people doing their rock 'n roll thing. This one here is a favourite of mine. Take a good look at that animal and you can get an appreciation for what's going on at that show. It's this one perfect moment of a man giving his all to a crowd, under a spotlight and microscope. The photo was taken at a recent show in Vancouver at The Commodore while J. Tillman now tours as Father John Misty. Say thanks to Tom for that little moment. Thanks, Tom.

And, Begin...

There's a music blog I frequent for new and old folk gems, maybe you go there too. It's called Slowcoustic and has archives back to 2008, so if you're looking for music from the, "Unhurried side of Americana/Alt-Country/Folk/Indie/Down-Tempo music", this is the place to go, and you have a lot of digging to do.

For all you J. Tillman fans, or all fans of folk in general, Slowcoustic has done you a favour and helped produce a J. Tillman collection of songs alongside some real fine musicians. The stack of songs is titled, Long May You Run, J. Tillman Revisited. The album also pulls its look from Tillman's own Long May You Run, a matchbook styled cover, limited run album from 2006.

Here's a photo of Slowcoustic's numbered copy of the KEEP Records' original release, and the artwork for the cover album.​

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​​You're wondering where you can go steal yourself a copy of this baby? Don't even worry, pirate. It's already free and available in its entirety on Soundcloud. Not just that streaming noise either, you can download each track and hit the road with them.

Below I grabbed a quote from Slowcoustic about the project and a few samples, including one from Doc Feldman, who I learned about in a post on Slowcoustic last in November. I've previously put up the two Show me Shows by Doc Feldman. If you haven't seen it them, get on it.

It defines what the hushed singer-songwriter would ever strive and hope to be. A place of comfort to me and I hope a place for many others.