Comments on: Turn On the Web, Tune In to Your Favorite Station, Drop Down Menus

By: Glancing Backward, Musically Speaking, in Order to Look Ahead « Scribbleskiff

Tue, 12 Jan 2010 05:10:05 +0000

[...] out that the best things in life — when it comes to music on the Internet, at least — are still [...]

By: high speed internet cheap

high speed internet cheap — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 19:59:34 +0000

Thank you for the article This is just what I needed to read!

By: Posting from Port: Taking Some Time for Resting, Readying, and Rereading « Scribbleskiff

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 02:46:12 +0000

[...] Musings A Playlist of Indie Summer Songs to Help You Reach (and Rock) the Beach Turn On the Web, Tune In to Your Favorite Station, Drop Down Menu Look What They’ve Done to That Song, [...]

By: Play Some New Music to Help You Forget the Tax Man Ever Cameth « Scribbleskiff

Wed, 15 Apr 2009 02:48:55 +0000

[...] caused me to indulge my musical whims in other ways recently (which I’ve chronicled here and here, for example). Or maybe it’s some sort of psychic malady, a type of avoidance behavior or [...]

By: Henry Mortimer

Henry Mortimer — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 17:10:48 +0000

Thanks for reading and commenting, Doug. Be sure you check out David Byrne, too. And, believe me, there are many, many reasons why it’s too bad we live so far apart now, and making music is definitely at the top of the list. Perhaps we could install some kind of software that would let us “virftually” jam once more — got Garage Band?

By: Doug Hudiburg

Doug Hudiburg — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 23:20:01 +0000

Quite an exhaustive list you’ve go there! I’m listening to the Pandora playlist in iTunes right now. Thanks bro, great music!

Too bad you are so damn far away, I’d love to make music with *you* again.

By: Henry Mortimer

Henry Mortimer — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:44:08 +0000

Hiss-ahh, Bill, hiss-ahh!

By: bill ferrell

bill ferrell — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 20:07:52 +0000

Aich,

Nice sleuthing. All this music of the spheres reminds me of Thelonius Monk’s middle name. You also remind me of the truly old guy into which I’ve grown (note the onomatopoeia). Like the universe, my musical references continue to expand, but at an exponentially slower rate than your own, because my listening habits likely fit neatly between those of Elgar and Bernstein, which is to say a platter at a time, with interplatter rumination of some duration. In that interval I fancy I hear the inaudible hiss of the universe. It’s rather like the sound of tape in between songs. Billowulf