two jazz artists, no lyrics - but currently writing & recording superb material: GoGo Penguin - complex drum/bass with steady piano over the top Christian Scott - powerful trumpet, passionate
I'd put Billy Corgan somewhere in the top 10. As far as pure musicianship, ability to write compelling/catchy vocal melodies and create hooks and riffs, I consider him to be a mastermind. If his voice wasn't nasaly (which turns some listeners off) and if he was prettier (which wins more fans than talent does), he'd be more recognized.
I'd also nominate Sufjan Stevens. He's probably a tad weird/indie for Texags regulars but his full discography is amazingly diverse and rich. He's can crank out such a high volume of really good (non-generic) music and can play a wide range of instruments. I consider him to be a songwriting virtuoso, one of the great talents of his generation.
Not the best but I've been really enjoying Corb Lund lately.
Lund is a great listen and his story is pretty cool too. He puts down roots in a regions for a few years and goes all in on the area and then moves on for different experiences.
After wandering in the musical wilderness for 40+ years, this was like a cool stream in a hot desert.
Grab some popcorn...why the ongoing cover-up? The Phenomenon: FF to 1:22:35 https://tubitv.com/movies/632920/the-phenomenon
An est. 68 MILLION Americans, including 19 MILLION Black Children, have been killed in the WOMB since 1973-act, pray and vote accordingly.
TAMU purpose statement: To develop leaders of character dedicated to serving the greater good. Team entrance song at KYLE FIELD is laced with profanity including THE Nword..
The greater good?
I'd also nominate Sufjan Stevens. He's probably a tad weird/indie for Texags regulars but his full discography is amazingly diverse and rich. He's can crank out such a high volume of really good (non-generic) music and can play a wide range of instruments. I consider him to be a songwriting virtuoso, one of the great talents of his generation.
Goldenrod and the four H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone
Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his car into the Navy yard Just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning, through the window shade When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade I could see what you were reading
All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications you could do without When I kissed you on the mouth
Tuesday night at the Bible study We lift our hands and pray over your body But nothing ever happens
I remember at Michael's house In the living room when you kissed my neck And I almost touched your blouse
In the morning, at the top of the stairs When your father found out what we did that night And you told me you were scared
All the glory when you ran outside With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied And you told me not to follow you
Sunday night when I cleaned the house I found the card where you wrote it out With the pictures of your mother
On the floor at the great divide With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied I am crying in the bathroom
In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade On the first of March, on the holiday I thought I saw you breathing
All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see his face In the morning in the window
All the glory when he took our place But he took my shoulders and he shook my face And he takes and he takes and he takes
