What Are You Listening To Right Now?
Mar 15, 2011 at 9:09 PM Post #24,781 of 137,787
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Just found Stalley's bandcamp page. How would you define 'trunk music'?


i was gonna ask the same thing.  i only know Trunk Music as a Michael Connelly novel. 
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Mar 15, 2011 at 9:50 PM Post #24,782 of 137,787

 
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All-Right Now, this is just serindipity gone wild !
 
I was reading the last page going forward from my last post, thinking I would spin Santana Abraxas, so lo and behold ???
 
Neve-rmind, aint gonna do it  :') lol
 
 
" End Of The World Party: Just In Case "
 
 
 
 
 
 

End of the World Party: Just in Case

Medeski Martin & Wood

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

MEDESKI MARTIN & WOOD : END OF THE WORLD ...
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9 min - Aug 24, 2010 - Uploaded by MrEpiclylaterd
MEDESKI MARTIN & WOOD From the album END OF THE WORLD PARTY (JUST IN CASE) released on September 4th 2004
 
 
Mar 15, 2011 at 10:48 PM Post #24,783 of 137,787
I would define "Trunk Music" as music with bass so heavy it makes your license plate rattle.
If you are listening to it with headphones it still seems like you can feel it in your chest, which of course makes you run out to the car to see just how deep, low, and thunderous it really is.
Download it and then play track #7 Pound, and you will understand what I mean.
 
If you want my review of the album then check out my blogspot - (Admin - If my link is not allowed then please remove) http://romeyp.blogspot.com/
 
 
 
 
 
Mar 16, 2011 at 11:55 AM Post #24,794 of 137,787
Hey Now, "Dig Out Ya Dead" :wink:
 
Without A Net
 
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Without a Net [Live]

Grateful Dead
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
10:44 Eyes of the World, 9/18/74 [HD] - Grateful Dead
 


Eyes Of The World Lyrics
Artist(Band):Grateful Dead
   
 Send "Eyes Of The World" Ringtones to CelRight outside this lazy summer home
 
you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no.
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home,
wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters,
wings a mile long just carried the bird away.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.

There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away,
And there follows his wagon behind him that's loaded with clay.
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay,
and night comes so quiet, it's close on the heels of the day.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own.

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own,
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home,
sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone,
sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world,
the heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own.
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the mornin' brings,
But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenin's and songs of it's own
 

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