Buzzy Linhart Loves You

On February 13th, 2020, the music died. Buzzy Linhart, aged 76 passed away. He was a beautiful genius. A guiding light of love in an otherwise undeserving world. This isn’t an obituary in the slightest, I’ll leave that to the professionals. I more so wanted to write about my experience listening to his music, which means a lot to me. For the uninformed there are plenty of things that can trace you back to Buzzy. His most famous song is all about the people you care the most about “Friends”. Bette Midler did a version of this track on her debut “The Divine Miss M”. Even Donkey from Shrek sings it when meeting his new best buddy. Carly Simon has a version of my personal favorite “The Loves Still Growing” on her debut album as well. Buzzy’s played with Jimi Hendrix and is even beloved by Howard Stern. His first release was with his band Seventh Sons on legendary psych label ESP. You may know them for releasing the new Painted Faces LP. 

I first heard Buzzy Linhart after purchasing “Pussycats Can Go Far” at my local record store. I bought it for the Alice in Wonderland style artwork and goofy looking character pictured on the back. That goofball turned out to be a musician who would forever change my outlook on creating music. From the moment I heard “Shoo That Fly” I knew I’d be going back to Positively Records and buying every Buzzy Linhart album they had. I’m proud to own every LP he’s released. Buzzy told us all “The Time to Live is Now” and you’re god damn right I listened. Buzzy Linhart is Music. He’s a love for creativity personified. 

Through sampling his work, I was lucky enough to meet his son Xeno who found me on SoundCloud. Xeno told me about how Pussycats Can Go Far was written about him. I learned that Buzzy was the real deal. He practiced what he preached in his songs. I told him that I put Buzzy right up there with my musical hero Frank Zappa. Buzzy wrote about heaven, he wrote about love, he was a poet in the least pretentious way. We should all be like Buzzy and enjoy the madness. 

Anyways listen to some Buzzy Linhart today because the loves still growing, and always will. Buzzy Linhart loves you. 

“The Time To Live Is Now” by Buzzy Linhart

Straight to Tape by Pan Amsterdam

I don’t know who this Pan Amsterdam fella is but golly gee his music is brilliant. Maybe not the Daniel Johnston of hip hop but most certainly the Jad Fair. He’s going “Straight to Tape” and straight to the top of the charts and our hearts. His latest EP is another look inside the mind of a bonafide weirdo philosopher. His music is avant-garde in the least pretentious way. If Busdriver makes you think you should read more, then Pan Amsterdam makes you think you should’ve rented more movies at Blockbuster when you had the chance. His comedic timing is nothing short of golden. “You’re the wolf of Walmart, sell me this pen.” Pan (can I call him Pan?) is a savant of bogus poetry. A beautiful genius at that. “More kosher than gefilte fish.” Picking up where Das Racist left off, Pan Amsterdam has filled the void for stream of consciousness free jazz rap. “Straight to Tape” has been playing on repeat and I’m just now seeing that it’s only 12 minutes. Re-playability is hard to do in the land of drive thru’s and infinite possibilities. Pan Amsterdam creates a world you can get lost in. Not some fantasy planet either, this world’s like yours just slightly different. Instead of 2001: A Space Odyssey, you’re really into Mars Attacks. You listen to Beck’s anti folk albums instead of Radiohead demos. Whatever mad scientist laboratory accidentally birthed this album should win the Oscar.

Listen/download over on Pan Amsterdam’s Bandcamp:

Album Announcement FAIL! by Trauma Lavern


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Today I’m here to tell you about a great little album called “Album Announcement FAIL” by Trauma Lavern. I know what you’re thinking, that’s an odd thing to title an album, but I tell you what, if it ain’t odd, I don’t like it. They could’ve called it ‘Back For The Very First Time’ or ‘Where do we go when we sleep?’ (We go to dream land, you fucking morons) they could’ve called it ‘The Carter 9’ or ‘Butter Jewels’ who gives a gosh darn. I don’t know where Langley is but god bless it, cos it seems to have inspired the second track. This could be a huge hit if we were still in the early 2000’s, this song reminds me of my childhood but not in a nostalgic way, that’s for dorks. This reminds me of a childhood I’ve heard about but never experienced.

Colin Swegman (am I saying that right?) is a poet in a good way though, not the ‘poetry is my life’ type of way. That would be sad and I wouldn’t wanna be his friend. Thank god he’s a poet in a sense that he writes novels now but his early collection of poetry is revered. Colin aka PT Burnem (one half of Trauma Lavern) feels music and language in every fiber of his being, this album is from the depths of his soul. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about sometimes in person, because he genuinely cares so much and I’m a morbid asshole, but on record I understand it all. No word is wasted, there I said it, now Pitchfork can hire me. There’s not enough decimals for this album score, well there might be but I’d need a calculator.

“250cc Revelation” is my favorite song on this album, because he’s singing about riding a motor bike (much more than that too, I’m sure) and it makes me think of Daniel Johnston’s “Speeding Motorcycle”, also my favorite band 10cc. This is 25 times 10cc so you could only imagine my excitement. I’m talking from a mathematical standpoint of course. Colin came right out of an early western, he stepped out of the TV, dripping wet in his cowboy regalia, took off his shoes, and said to me, “to those that are about to rock, I salute you.” Then he grabbed an axe and totally shredded. Another favorite of mine is “Bad Medicine” this is classic bad boy rock n roll, a cool motherfucker singing about someone named Johnny. Probably could be licensed to Guitar Hero even. I mean that in the sweetest way possible, I love it. If this was on the Madden soundtrack, I’d be pumped as hell.

This album has so much potential to be universally loved and critically acclaimed. Trauma Lavern should be so popular, I loathe them. But lucky for us, it’s underground so the outsiders and weirdos can enjoy it. What a great name too, Trauma Lavern. Sounds like a private detective who hunts and kills nazis in a dystopian future. Now that’s a real job. I love music like this, somehow anchored in the past and future at once. Outer space caveman music is what I call it. (That’s a copyrighted term, please use wisely.) This album is like the moment that 2pac song plays in Django Unchained meets the end of Prometheus. Far from failure, so I guess I don’t get the album title after all. 

Listen/download over on Cold Rhymes Records Bandcamp: