1. Some good timepass afternoons, after quite a while

     
  2. All the life advice anyone can ever need.

     
  3. One day, I will be knocking back negroni after negroni, serene in an easy chair, with Exile playing in the background, and it’s all going to be fine.

     
  4. THE ORIGINAL CORE COMMITTEE!

     
  5. biostasis:

    untitled by tonupdamien

    'Oh, but someday baby,

    I ain’t gonna worry my life any more.’

     
  6. So. Underwhelming.

    There are some nice Cropper/ Clark Jr/ Bramhall/ Allman bits, but overall, it was a bit of a disappointment. That’s because it’s mostly stuff we’ve seen and loved in the earlier Crossroads DVDs - only the performers are visibly older. And there are some questionable choices of musicians on this one. I mean, Keith Urban and John Mayer playing guitar is acceptable, but when they sing, I can feel the sugar crystallizing in my ear canal. It’s supposed to be a ‘Guitar Festival’, in case someone forgot.

    And I still haven’t figured out why Jeff Beck performed with Beth Hart - when he could have just gotten Imelda May and done Poor Boy, or for that matter, Imogen Heap and done Rolling and Tumbling. And just when I thought Joss Stone was Beck’s most annoying female vocalist till date, this reminded me exactly why Beth Hart should be the queen of that castle. Hart just tramples over everyone else on stage, which would’t be a bad thing if she could sing the blues. She can’t. For some reason, it doesn’t work. Going Down is murdered.

    Beck had also done a version of Mahavishnu Orchestra’s You Know You Know at Crossroads this year. I’d seen a low-quality video of it on Youtube, and it was the only thing that I was really, really looking forward to on the DVD. That was my major reason for watching it in the first place.

    They’ve omitted it. There are at least 15 other performances on the DVD they could have done away with, but they chose to discard that.

     
  7. 2:20 onwards.

    Beverage, my beverage, where have you been?

     
     
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  9. The Muscle Shoals documentary was good fun. It led me, once again, to Skydog’s slip-sliding on Wilson Pickett’s version of Hey Jude.

     

  10. Orwell, you doughty suckerpuncher, you

    "Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats." - George Orwell, in essay ‘Notes on Dali’