Tuesday, January 26, 2010

long overdue...

seeing as Jay Reatard died a few weeks ago. Just when my musical tastes were starting to be blasted by minute-thirty flashes of punk rock greatness. Even though eleven times out of ten Jay is singing about death, greed, despair and crap relationships (girls, dads, himself) the music always makes me crack a huge grin and jam out on air guitar all day long. I can't imagine how his live shows would have been if they were even half as rabble-rousing as what he laid down in the studio. All I know is if you meet Jay Reatard in heaven playing his white V guitar, you best not interrupt his solo or you're getting a heavenly boot from the legend himself.



Nothing new being said here to anyone who is a fan, but for those who are not, please convert after listening to favorite album (blood visions) here and the matador singles here!

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