tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175670022011-07-28T20:08:27.173+03:00Mostly musical weirdious from Uittamo, Finlandyesperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14338177385554846587noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17567002.post-1142934217339932472006-03-21T11:36:00.001+02:002009-11-11T11:02:14.566+02:00

They say that music affects over the borders. I agree. I have experienced it often and sometimes in a strange way. Like with this great singer Mahalia Jackson.There are some certain touching musical figures in the American music genre, with which I somehow feel an odd connection. Well, some of them are not moving me anymore except by the homey, rasping noise on my vinyl records. Ashes to ashes,

yesperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14338177385554846587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17567002.post-1133355564021601742005-11-30T14:32:00.000+02:002007-03-21T01:52:05.550+02:00

Ordinary voice, everyday-look. A pile of boring songs, but some unforgettable hit tunes. Gilbert O'Sullivan.I've never liked too much about Mr O'Sullivan's stuff. It's always been somewhat dull, usual and soulless. Very British. However, in the early 1970's you couldn't escape, especially if your footsteps were traced to some noisy and smoky disco. Yeah. Get Down your Ooh Baby and be left Alone

yesperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14338177385554846587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17567002.post-1132397015034777552005-11-19T11:27:00.000+02:002005-11-19T13:16:25.020+02:00

It's Friday afternoon. I mean, yesterday it was. But because of yesterday it's now time to Saturday Nightclub Fever: Wigwam. What an earth they put in my coffee?To me the Friday afternoon mostly means the usual case: fingering these hundreds of vinyl albums on the local second hand store. It has become a habbit — at least three cheap one will open the weekend nicely. And of course now and then

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A couple of weeks ago I went to a local second hand store. Just to finger all that old nice stuff, worn-out books or so. And one album.It's Janos Valmunen's first and so far last vinyl record, named simply Janos Valmunen [1990]. But who the heck is this Janos?Well, every Finnish music fan knows at least the famous opening song: Bussipysäkillä. It's nothing like the ordinary pop or hit song and

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More than two weeks without buying any album. It was high time to do something about it. Run, bike, run.Well, I have this favourite second hand store in the heart of my hometown Turku. There are others, but I'm more with this. Diverse collection, reasonable prices.However, today's gig was rather dull. No top finds, nore rearities, but some three star records. Like this: Eddie Grant: Can’t Get

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She's one the greatest female vocalist and especially that was the case in the mid-seventies. She's got the look and she's got the voice, but even so, she never hit the real big time. I still wonder why. Elkie Brooks!All of those things came to my mind while I once again was updating Rockweb site. During the past year or so I had bought three Elkie's vinyl record, but somehow just passed them. I

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