1ennalloor Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Neil Young - Harvest dvd-a Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dekkersj Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Ik zie dat ik veel pagina's voor den boeg heb, dus: Porno for Pyros. Op cassette bandje. Groet, Jacco Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dekkersj Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Inmiddels op de helft en ik ben maar van muziek geswitched: Entombed, Clandestine. Ook op MC. Groet, Jacco Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manus Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Nude van Camel. Lekker ontspannen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
piet van soest Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Inmiddels op de helft en ik ben maar van muziek geswitched: Entombed, Clandestine. Ook op MC. Groet, Jacco Beste Jacco. Heb jij dit soort muziek in huis Ik snap ook wel dat jij op de helft iets anders hebt opgezet. Ik heb hem op cd,echt een goed album. Nummer 3 is helemaal te gek,lekker hoor de echte death metal. Gr Piet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1ennalloor Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes vinyl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Koosjer connection Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Los Lobos maakt ook best goede muziek. Ook best goede muziek .....luister maar eens naar dit alom gerespecteerd meesterwerk Edwin..... ~ Hans ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Koosjer connection Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Op dit moment dit album.... Ray Wylie Hubbart.......Live at Cibolo Creek ~ Hans ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alco Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Mooie keuze Hans, die heb ik ook. Vind 't ook leuk hoe hij de komische anekdotes verteld, tussen de nummers door. Echt grappig. Bij mij staat nu op: ene Mojo Nixon, met 't nummer 'Burn your money'. (via Twangcity internet radio) Lekker bluesy slide gitaar werk, en 'n rauwe stem ala George Thorogood. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Koosjer connection Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Mooie keuze Hans, die heb ik ook. Vind 't ook leuk hoe hij de komische anekdotes verteld, tussen de nummers door. Echt grappig. Bij mij staat nu op: ene Mojo Nixon, met 't nummer 'Burn your money'. (via Twangcity internet radio) Lekker bluesy slide gitaar werk, en 'n rauwe stem ala Geaorge Thorogood. Yep..vooral dat verhaal van die storm en de stroom uitval.... Heb ook nog even geluisterd naar jou tip...swingt wel ja.. ~ Hans ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alco Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Heb ook nog even geluisterd naar jou tip...swingt wel ja.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Manus Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Nog maar eentje van Camel: I can see your house from here. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1ennalloor Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Eleanor McEvoy - Yola sacd Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alco Posted 7 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 7 mei 2006 Het nummer 'All the wild horses', afkmostig van dit album: (Ray Lamontagne - 'Trouble') Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dekkersj Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 (edited) Op dit late uur: Peter Hammill en The K Group, The margin. One of my favorites. Sitting targets: We can talk about it in the car;we can talk about it with the drive. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead, (don't forget what we said about) staying alive. If we'd been stuck just a few hours more I'd have cracked up, I'd say. No you never can tell when it's coming; it's so hard getting out of the way; to be sitting targets is surely no better than running away... Sitting targets in the car I'll be thinking about it - not so far, no so far to drive. Ooh, this time we made our getaway, we'd been stalling for too long. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead while I try to forget what's been going wrong (what's been going on...) You'd better check up on the CB, see what Tail-End Charlie say:- "Oh you never can tell how it's going, no you never can see how it's been, but to stay sitting targets is surely no better than living a dream." Sitting targets in the car I've been thinking it over, it's not so far, not so far to drive. In the car... We can talk about it in the car, surely we can talk about it some other time. Keep your eyes on the road up ahead - I don't seem to be able to use mine and I'm losing control of my body and I'm running scared... Oh, we're left with a black-and-white movie, a positional state of affairs, an obsessional interest in moving just to prove that we're there, sitting targets in the car. I'll be thinking about it, not so far to drive Sitting targets in the car, I've been thinking it over, it's not so far, not so far, not too far to drive En een ander nummer, "Patient": A system in the making,self-healing for the blind, sitting in the waiting-room of the patient mind; raging at the illness when the rage may be its cause, the purpose of the will is lost in the search for an escape clause. Fatal convalescence, the wound becomes a weal; the poison is in essence just the virus of the real. But there's sympathetic healing, the power of the soul bandages, concealing all that we can't control. Waiting for the doctor to come. A system in the making, self-healing for the blind, sitting in the waiting-room of the patient mind.... but there isn't any answer the consciousness can quote when the loaded dice of chance are there, rattling in the throat. Waiting for the doctor to come. You put your faith in others; the fear could not be worse, but Nature's not your mother now, just your suckling nurse. There isn't any doctor, there isn't any cure... that might come as a shock to you, but can you really be so sure? Can you really be sure? En dan het slotnummer, Flight: Flying Blind I always forget how crazy things are so sometimes it catches me off my guard when they make sense. The line on the road trail the arrow in the sky, I search for the mote in my brother's eye beneath the pence... a time of blunt instruments. Still uncertain when I've woken or what constitutes a conscious mind, though the thought remains unspoken I know I'm flying blind. Breaking into cold sweat on the white-hot coals the pennies from heaven drop through my soul: it don't relent. At the back end of dreams I'm amazed to awake... I offer my theories but just can't shake that seventh sense to which there's no defense. It seemed the time was for action, it seemed so cool to be that kind... my tongue writhed to form some retraction but I knew I was flying blind. I want things to be fast, down to the power-dive; I want the zero-gravity heroes to play dead, but stay alive. We want it to be slow, all the way to stall; we talk about a thousand things that never change at all. No, it never change... It was then that I knew I'd been thoughtless, something had slipped my mind: I'd strapped myself into the Fortress but the Fortress was flying blind. We got full clearance, so someone down there ought to know the truth of our disappearance - If even that still shows it accuses and blames me, but nothing was quite what it seemed. Sometimes things work out so strangely that it might as well all be dreamed. The White Cane Fandango The White Cane Fandango in Morse code, try to shake through the message, shake the load; only venial sin, running on the spot till the dance begins. Where does a man go when the muscles cramp? Try to write out a postcard on a postage stamp with a drawing pin punching out the Braille for the whole within? Upset the contango on your future stock; paying backwardation, hold onto what you've got - such a sideways grin! Some day you may need to trade that in. If we ride this right the future will fall in our hands. If we survive the flight the future will work out - nothing's that black and white. Control The colour-coded charts are spread, but we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get on home, waiting for a phone call to release him from responsibility. Nobody goes to see him any more except for the man from the ministry. He wanted to be, he wanted to be the man at the helm, in command of the flightpath; he's flying a chair, quite beyond control; he's going to have just one more chance at a barrel roll. All in a dream, all as a dream, the colours too bright, the music too deafening - the black-out world has just begun to show. These cracked-out words I offer... but I still don't know. Cool blue suffuse the colour gun - oh come in, come in number one: your time's nearly run. Speed-freeze the frame, the present and the past hold fast.... It's too fast, the thing don't, the thing won't, the thing don't last. Cockpit The rolling dice clash together, never make up the score; that old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor. Everybody waits for everyone to make a show, no-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know how anythings that's gone down here could fit into an analytic groove. Wait for the tactical move, wait for some action we all can approve. Too much to drink, for the cup reaches down to the sea; too much to think, the barometer pressuring me. Rolling down the weather for an Easter parade, reeling out the Maydays in the hope of being saved, but the radio ham's out giving blood - no, no, he's not listening. The cricketer knows his "Wisden", the pilot has got his "Jane's", but the sum of this factual wisdom don't help us to fly the plane (no, and it never will...) Beneath the tartan two-piece something rips undone... Wait for the ladder to run wait for the snake that the ladder becomes. A passenger hits the cockpit, willing to chance his game: pulls out his gun and cocks it in the hope that it all might change. (Oh, but it never will...) A fly-leaf from the library shows others have been here before, tried, failed and kicked out the door; the aircrew don't care anymore. Now they just wait for the beat of the silk-worm wing, wait for the heat to come down on us full force of the law. Silk-Worm Wings Full force of gravity pulls me down, I'll be better off out of there; aerobatic spin around, I'll take my chances in the open air. Sycamore silk-worm wings or Roman Candle to the ground, there's only one thing for sure: when the balloon goes up the aeronaut calm down. Nothing is Nothing He say nothing is quite what it seems, he say nothing is quite what it seems; I say nothing is nothing. A Black Box Softly, the angels sing their time and space refrain: there's something in everything if you can only pin down its name Aerobatic thoughts at the back of my mind - Is it nothing but the looping line we all follow? Nothing but the spiral twist of DNA? There'll be no looking back from tomorrow on today. So the wire is tripped, split-seconds defect to their successors; the umbilical cord is ripped - here we all are in free fall. I stall where I am, as if to see where I've been, only running down the looping line we all follow, only chasing down the spiral twist of DNA. There can be no looking on to tomorrow from today. Life/death/night/day... cold breath will surely fly away. Is the empire of sensation locked in a black box deep in me, encoded there somehow? It fires the imagination to fly on a wing and a prayer through my life. Is that how it is? (There'll be no looking back on this....) This is now, which will be then? Is this the means? All I know for shure is this is the end. No looking back from tomorrow, no, there'll be no looking back on today; better be looking on to tomorrow... better think on today. Mijn best besteede 5 gulden als student ooit aan een een lp. Groet, Jacco Edited 8 mei 2006 by dekkersj Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Koosjer connection Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Een album van David Munyon....is helemaal niet bekend bij meanstream...maar een uitzonderlijke s/s.....die ook vaak in Holland te vinden is Alco... Hou je van Michael de Jong?....dan moet je hier eens naar luisteren. Ik kan er geen plaatje van vinden maar het album heet " Poet Wind " Hier wel een link naar deze artiest..... My Webpage ~ Hans ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
buizenbart Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Soundgarden - Badmotorfinger Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alco Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Alco... Hou je van Michael de Jong?....dan moet je hier eens naar luisteren. Ik kan er geen plaatje van vinden maar het album heet " Poet Wind " Hier wel een link naar deze artiest.... Jazeker ken ik, en hou ik van de muziek van Michael de Jong Heb enkele CD's van de man en 'm diverse keren live gezien. Die man zingt echt vanuit z'n diepste gevoel, soms tot tranen toe. (letterlijk) Kreeg er af en toe 'n brok van in m'n keel. Heb 2x met 2e kerstdag een concert van 'm bijgewoond en 'n keer na afloop nog wat aan 'n tafeltje gezeten, wat kletsen. Prachtig, zoals hij kan vertellen over 't leven en wat ie zoal heeft meegemaakt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
luxmanL81 Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Neil Young Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrie Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Heb 'm nog altijd niet gekocht (al gaat dat vast nog wel gebeuren)... De reden is dat ik 'm een stuk minder vind dat de voorgaande (pak 'm beet) 3 albums... Het titelnummer is wel briljant. Wel een hoog Pink Floyd-gehalte... Dream Theater - Octavarium Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Arden Posted 8 mei 2006 Members Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Soundgarden - Badmotorfinger En wat een wereldplaat is dat ! Heb je hem op vinyl ? Verleden jaar heb ik hem voor een maatje meegenomen, een week later wilde ik hem voor mezelf kopen... uitverkocht ! Ben hem daarna niet meer tegengekomen. Ik heb hem gelukkig wel op cd, en dan is'tie net zo goed, maar toch... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
piet van soest Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 deze ff geleend. Tool ,undertow. Uiteraard op vinyl.gatver ik luister alleen nog naar het o'zo mooie zwarte goud Hij is toch wel vet,Marco Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dekkersj Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 deze ff geleend. Tool ,undertow. Uiteraard op vinyl.gatver ik luister alleen nog naar het o'zo mooie zwarte goud Hij is toch wel vet,Marco Met als "Sober" als mijn favoriet. Groet, Jacco Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
piet van soest Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 deze ff geleend. Tool ,undertow. Uiteraard op vinyl.gatver ik luister alleen nog naar het o'zo mooie zwarte goud Hij is toch wel vet,Marco Met als "Sober" als mijn favoriet. Groet, Jacco Ik heb nog te kort in huis om,al een favoriet te hebben. Gr Piet. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Henrie Posted 8 mei 2006 Report Share Posted 8 mei 2006 Sober is het enige nummer wat ik van die cd ken. Goed nummer inderdaad... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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