A lot of people think places like Detroit and Memphis are lost — that the radical openness and innocence and obsessiveness that flourished there can’t exist next to the internet, MP3s and — well, and crack. In 1960s Detroit, you could walk from the Brewster-Douglass Projects to Fortune and cut a record after school. Wendy Rene cruised in the door at Stax in 1964 and just sang a song that changed everything. In some ways, the internet and the digitization of music have allowed this same level access, but most of us will agree there’s some soul lost there… Why are real records important in this light? What likeness does holding a 45 bear to holding a real book? Why does it matter to touch and smell and hear something real?
Jack White is a crooner, a picker, an upholsterer, co-founder of Third Man Records and 2013’s Official Record Store Day Ambassador. In honor of the occasion, we’re hosting Third Man in Palm Springs at Ace Hotel & Swim Club during Desert Gold — they’re popping-up in the Clubhouse with the one and only currently functioning record shop in Palm Springs. It matters a lot to us. Third Man is really good at this shit. We can’t explain the ineffable importance of vinyl, of paper and ink, and of real people instead of Twitter handles. But come hang out with us today and we can just not explain it together. Bring your record bag.
anon. request | Michael Jackson & Ella Fitzgerald & Eddie Murphy
Sammy Davis Jr 60th anniversary
Ella Fitzgerald — How High the Moon
I once discovered an old vinyl record, coated in dust, residing in my parents collection. I put it on, it started spinning, and I sat on the floor right in front of the speaker. The first notes began to play, and Ella’s voice teleported me to a place I’d never been before.
It still has the same effect nowadays and as I listen I find myself drifting into that same indescribable place.
96 years ago today, The Queen of Jazz was born.
What an incredible voice she had!
I am a in a bad and awkward place right now. I could really use some words of encouragement. I also need to calm down because my mind is out in crazy balls town. I need me some Jesus…and my best friend.