Friday Vinyl In Corporate Hell (Part 1)

Aside from my 10 minute 28 Day Challenge core workout (click HERE), all my triathlon specific workouts have been accomplished.  Booyah!  Time to fire up the ‘ol Brain Box and get some work done in Corporate Hellmaybe.  Part One then of my day’s listening pleasure is the ‘Windsock‘  album by Ric Swanson and Urban Surrender.


To be honest, I had no fucking idea who Ric Swanson was when I was browsing the bins at Niagara Records a few weeks ago.  But I decided to take a flier on it seeing as how the album has an airplane on it.

And for just $3.00 I figured “hey, what’s the worse that can happen?”

All I’ve really been able to ascertain prior to putting it on is that it was released in 1987 on the American Gramaphone Records label and features two other guys I’ve also never heard of, Larry Coryell and Richie Cole…as well as a whole wack of other musicians that draw complete blanks.  And all this from just the album cover itself.

When I actually tried to Google the album to learn a little something about it, all that came up was a bunch of sites where I could order actual airport windsocks.  True story.  So I’m going into this album completely blind and I have to say, I’m a bit excited.

But maybe I was a bit hasty in my expectations.

It turns out that this Ric Swanson guy and his Urban Surrender are all about their 80’s cheese jazz.  Other’s may be more inclined to label it as “muzac” and that’s probably right on the money as its’ not hard to imagine this playing in an elevator somewhere or in the lobby of an office building.  Shit, I might have heard parts of this already while waiting on hold for “the next available representative”.  It’s definitely 100% instrumental and 100% pure cheeseball.  In fact, this is so loaded full of cheese I might just end up constipated for a week after listening to this.

But, “c’est la vie…”, for $3.00 I have another cool Airplane, Bitches!  album for my collection so all is not lost.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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