What are bandcamp fridays?

Bandcamp Fridays began in March of 2020 at the height of the Covid-19 pandemic when the shuttering of venues led to a loss of vital tour revenue for artists. Since then, Bandcamp Fridays—on which we waive our revenue share and pass the funds directly to artists & labels—has resulted in millions of fans paying over $120 million directly to labels and musicians they love. In addition to helping artists pay the rent, or fund album recordings and tours, Bandcamp Fridays have also become a beacon for artists and record labels looking to raise awareness for causes or raise money for charities.

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Next bandcamp friday dates:

• May 2nd
• August 1st
• September 5th
• October 3rd
• December 5th

New additions to our Navidrome server!

I got:

• HEALTH - Disco 4 Part 1
• Them Are Us Too - Amends
• Trevor Something - Microwaves
• OVERWERK - Canon
• Caspro - Dark Digital
• DANCE WITH THE DEAD - Full Discography

My spouse got:

• Lena Raine - EARTHBLADE
• Jay Tholen - Slayers X: Terminal Aftermath: Vengance of the Slayer (Original Game Soundtrack)
• Umbría - The Rime Pathways
• Jukio Kallio - Wonders of kuj-Gozoddi
• Gilgareth - Lichtboten

My wishlist is still huge but we had a budget set. If you're getting anything today, please share it!

Hey folks, I'm hoping to find French Youtube channels to subscribe to based on the topics above. I don't get to engage much with French and I'm trying to maintain my ability to understand it and speak it. I figured if I inject some french content into my Youtube algorithm that would be very helpful.

Any recommendations would be appreciated. :)

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

Hum it, you will remember some of it
But if you solve it you will remember all of it

Creeper in my home, crawled in through the window
I grabbed a kitchen knife, couldn't stick it in though
Creeper had his own, shining in the moonlight
My home was very cold, and something didn't feel right

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was not alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea
I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me
I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head
It made me tired so I sung from my bed
"I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die"

A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it
I'm not afraid, I know I'm going to get it
Oh, maker of such fine products
As palm trees, and the dead sea

Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude
Things conclude, things conclude!

As I slurred that chorus
The ghosts got Biggie Small sounds like a drill
The death sweat suits me
A death threat provides a thrill
I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls
I've said my goodbyes and now I'm ready to die

Me right now

The Go-Go Museum & Café, the world’s only collection dedicated to the celebration, study and preservation of all things go-go, opens Wednesday in its birthplace, Washington, D.C.

For the uninitiated, the genre is a syncopated, drum-driven style of funk. Its distinctive sound is heavy on percussion instruments such as congas and cowbells, as well as brass horns. Go-go is often played live, where its exuberant rhythms soar. “It is a powerful expression of joy,” said Natalie Hopkinson, the museum’s chief curator, who wrote her Ph.D. dissertation about go-go. “It is an art form.”

While several bands played roles in early prototypes of the music, Chuck Brown, the “Godfather of Go-Go,” is widely credited with creating the genre in the 1970s. During a club performance with his band, The Soul Searchers, Brown reportedly had the percussion section play continuously between songs. Meanwhile, he engaged the audience in lively call and response. That groove — which goes and goes — became go-go.

A half-century later, go-go is still going. In 2020, it was designated the official music of Washington, D.C. Over the years, artists such as Brown, Rare Essence and Trouble Funk have appeared on NPR’s “Tiny Desk” concert series. Go-Go acts have also appeared at Pharrell Williams’s Something in the Water festival in Virginia, at the Kennedy Center and beyond.

Two days after his 100th birthday, Marshall Allen started recording New Dawn, his debut solo album. A member of Sun Ra’s Arkestra since 1958, Allen assumed leadership of the band in 1995. Throughout his nearly seventy-year career, Allen has never released a solo album under his own name, and yet, instead of capping such a legendary output, New Dawn seems to herald a new beginning. A love letter to spacetime, it channels a century of musical intelligence into seven tracks, showing Allen at his most protean — freely moving from relaxed, transdimensional palettes to bluesy big band and beyond.

I’ve had this one on repeat since it came out - it reminds me a bit of a modern day Maniac.

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

Warning: flashing lights in video for those that are sensitive.

SOAD appreciation post:

Inevitably every February, I'm drawn to SOAD for their passionate and hard-hitting lyrics, vocals, and riffs. It's incredible to imagine how much this band has shaped my psyche over the years; their music is a constant reminder of ongoing atrocities around the world, yet for some reason, each song is a reassuring melody of steadfast solidarity and awareness of how connected we all are. I'm forever grateful for the impact their music continues to have on my life as I grow wiser to the world and myself.

Waxing poetic aside, I hope you enjoy their music as much as I do! And if you haven't heard them before, please allow me to introduce you to a band that never ceases to make me feel all the feels. Sending lots of love out to the fediverse... 🙏🏽