I initially thought maybe this was part of a documentary coming in October, but if you click the link in the description, you’ll learn that this video is to promote a tribute band performance in Australia! Anyway, pretty cool recollections by band members and producer Sandy Pearlman. It’s absolutely bonkers to think that Joe Strummer died at 50 and has been gone for almost 24 years.
Drinking Irish Whiskey On The Irish Sea
You Bastards still haven’t listened to this yet, have you? I only listened to three or four new records this year, but this one is up there with any of my all-time favorites by any artist.
Came across the trailer above in an interesting interview with Isbell talking about working on Killers of the Flower Moon, which he was very good in as well. Ok, I’ll stop now.
Thursday Thermals
On the rooftop til the constables shut us down.
Tone Loco
So great. He thought it sucked but the producer told him to leave it in.
Jagged
Needed some Old 97’s today.
New Spoon!
Man, these guys are timeless. Lucifer on the Sofa is available tomorrow!

Don’t Make A Grown Man Cry
This video always makes me think of my childhood best friend’s little brother, who did a flawless Mick Jagger based entirely on the first 30 seconds.
Moreover, I will go to my grave insisting Tattoo You is a great album.
The World Needs More Supergrass
Somebody in the comments said these guys were 18 when they wrote this. Talented people suck.
Job Opportunity

I’m the guy you want. I play E minor pretty well.
I’m Sure We Can All Relate Redux
Somehow never heard Billy Bragg’s original until the other day. Early twenties suck as bad as the teenage years, just for different and more complex reasons.
Sorry-not-sorry for providing lyrics …
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song
I’m twenty two now, but I won’t be for long
People ask me when will you grow up to be a man
But all the girls I loved at school
Are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still
Though I put you on a pedestal,
They put you on the pill
I don’t feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I loved the words you wrote to me
But that was bloody yesterday
I can’t survive on what you send
Every time you need a friend
I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them but they were only satellites
It’s wrong to wish on space hardware
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
I don’t want to change the world
I’m not looking for a new England
I’m just looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
Looking for another girl
