You must always continue to research, re-listen and reconsider your collection of lounge music. Edit it. If it’s rotten, toss it. Don’t stop the stream of collecting. If you gave up on vinyl then you just have to finger through the dusty stacks in another way – and with no dust so that’s good.
You may know of my penchant for The Brass Ring. I discovered them in Los Angeles which is typically my style because they were the East Coast answer to Herb Alpert in the golden age of instrumentals, the late 1960’s. In this group of talented studio musicians a guy named Phil Bodner plays Herb Alpert. The only switch being his saxophone replaces Herb’s trumpet and, well, very few people could ever be as cute and sexy as Herb Alpert so there’s that aspect too. I recently had to tell Alexa to shut down, turn off the TV and silence my phone when I noticed this track sneaking out of my imac in the corner of the room. This one deserves a clear high-volume referencing. The Album is “Love Theme From Flight of the Pheonix” and this is a Dunhill Records recording. You can find it on Spotify (click the album below to find it) and I suggest you make it a part of your permanent lounge music collection.
I have a little present for you so cheer up. I’m giving you a flawlessly ripped and mastered digital version of an album by The Brass Ring – Love Theme From Flight Of The Phoenix (I know, longer title please.) This record is a state of mind and it’s an excited state, so please, if you are on any kind of uppers or crystal meth or six cups of coffee please BE CAREFUL. Peppy is not the word. Personally I love this album. It gets the house clean if you know what I mean. Musically The Brass Ring were the real deal. Some referred to them as an East Coast Herb Alpert and The Tijuana Brass. Mmm….maybe. The recordings are top notch – This was ripped from a sealed copy and the label is Dunhill Records (class) and the pressing is deep. There is NO REMASTERING on these recordings. Get into it – this is from the needle to the numbers. I just made that up. You can read all about TBR on Wikipedia but nobody is going to do that except me ad Douglas Demille and he’s dead. So it’s time to upgrade your lounge collection, peeps. Get this into your iTunes and blast the bitch. There is so much to listen to on this one, things waaaaay in the back somewhere, things over on the right, things that make you ask – what the hell even was that? You’ll see, but don’t try blaming me later if you have a seizure or just can’t ever get enough of THE BRASS RING because there is no cure for the TBR addiction. I should know, I have been listening to TBR for about 23 years, five months, six days and, what time is it? – Time to play THE BRASS RING AGAIN!!! YAY!!!
This is a personal link so no funny business like your flash player is out of date or that type of bullshit. Tell your friends! There’s plenty of TBR for everyone here at Billy Beyond Dot Com. If I can just suggest one thing to you though, stereo separation is important to the experiencing of this record’s fine fidelity. Stop looking at me that way. It’s true. Somany bullshit bluetooth (compressed even more) speakers are sadly mono. Nobody wants mono, do you? Stick to two speakers with a space between them and you’ll be glad you did. What we are talking about is dimension is sound. It’s a must. (Did I just ruin it for your new bluetooth speaker? – well, Sorry! You can take it back if you used Amex. Byeeeeee)
I’m dead. This Latin drama (coming first from Mexico and here by way of Philadelphia) vibrating through the angelic trinity known to us as, “The Three Degrees” equates, for me, a lethal overdose of a soul sonic sound drug. (But, “It’s Impossible,” you say. Correct. Yes it is to most…but for a moment, in a recordng studio in 1975, on an album titled, “International” that would soon be released by Philadelphia International Records, it was a new hybrid sound we’ll call simply, Spanish Philly Soul.) There’s just no other way to put it… and no video. You’ll have to see it in your own minds, my readers.
Now, listen. Listen at your own risk but rest assured because it’s merely a temporary death. You’ll be back to life, listening to Sia and The Weekend in about four minutes.
as we both feel a mutual & profound love
and with that, we have already won the biggest prize (prize not included in text, however, in English, cannot simply say biggest)
of this world
we make love (love each other), we kiss
we desire each other & sometimes even without a reason
& without cause, we fight (get angry)
we nurture an innocent and pure love
as everyone does
we wait for night time (lit.: we seek for the darkest moment, but in English we don’t express it this way)
I have quite a bit of Hawaiian music because I like it. Never been there. Like the music. This album from C. Francis is about as authentically Hawaiian as the bridal hair ornament she is wearing on the cover. Lovers of Hawaiian music may want to give this one a miss. jus sayin’.
If I ever make it to Polynesia, and if I am by then over the age of eighty, and if perhaps I happen to add a tuinol to my daily tylenol, then juuuust maybe I would think this record is great. Don’t get me wrong – Love Connie. Worship Connie. Hawaii Connie? Not so much. BUT in the spirit of the holidays I am offering an entirely OPTIONAL FREE DOWNLOAD of this ok album. To have your very own digital copy you may simply,
By who else? – The multi-instrumental recording vangaurd, Mr. Tommy Garrett. Seen here during a white hot session with THE MONKEES.
Regarding all “Fifty (whatevers)” records: if you find yourself wanting to further explore this unique, sometimes genius, sometimes queasy making lost sub-genre of instrumental lounge recorderings and long-playing stereo alblums, be warned. All the “Fifty Mandolins of …” albums are un-listenable, most probably demonic-ly generated for the purpose of furthering dark energies in the musical universe and will instantly (and permanently) damage not only your hearing but also your personality…forever….WHAT???? HUH????
Contrarily, this ultra “it” bossa-nova record is clyass. I wore this OUT back in da Beige day.
mmmmm… Caipirinhas … If I were sipping one with my old friend Conn, I might say, “It’s all about the Caxaca, Conn.”
And now ladies and Gentlemen, now that those Olympics are over, let’s go back to the music.