This is a big day for VinylPull. Not just because VinylPull had a nocturnal emission last night, but also because it is our 50th post. I’m not sure what that means other than maybe we will have to start checking VP’s bush for long gray hairs, but that is more of a privilege than a chore.
I did want to do something special for the 50th and we have something for you! I got a copy of an Omega Records exclusive-Andrew Gabbard’s title, Homemade pressed on beautiful red vinyl and in my estimation, it is a SOLID album. From what I understand Gabbard is from the Cincinnati area and even has done some touring with the Black Keys.
When I initially got the album and decided to do a Vinylpull about it, I thought anxiously, what if I don’t like it? But it was suggested by Mike at Omega, and I trusted him, not only because we seem to be about the same age and are what I think most would describe as incredibly dashing gentlemen, but also because I think he has good taste in music– from what little I have discussed it with him. We know he has wonderful taste in bloggers—I consider myself the Sutter Home of the blogging community. That is, I smell and taste like shit!
I can honestly say I am really impressed. The first song Wake Up, Brother recalled in my mind a Harrison riff with Badfinger—not to be confused with my youth-gang, Stinkfinger. Any song that suggests Harrison or The Beatles in any way has my endorsement and maybe since that was already on my brain the 3rd track Mrs. Fitz reminded me a bit of the tone Harrison got on Revolver. Here that is:
The album, as a whole, is beautifully crafted and mellifluous, and as I listened, I began to get a little down on myself, right after I tried unsuccessfully to go down on myself. Couple that with discovering this album that was made by a guy in his home, practically just down the road, while I am at home licking Cheetos dust off my thumb and trying not to get my dong stuck in bicycle spokes. I felt like an underachiever and a pervert.
It is nice to know there is such good music being created locally. I will admit one of the first things that caught my eye on the album was a song called Hot Poutine. That used to be one of my favorite acts of love, right on par with a Cold Ham Twister. Fortunately, Hot Poutine in this case, is a wonderful song and one of my initial favorites on this L.P. Listen now– I am particularly fond of the guitar near the end:
I say you go right now to Omega Records and buy this L.P. Omega is in my favorite part of Dayton, The Oregon District. Every time I have been there, I have received hand pleasure from a stranger just outside the adult DVD store, Exotic Fantasies. Well, that has never happened, but it is fucking going to! Other than me not getting the hand job I deserve, The Oregon District is a great place to have a beer and hang out, then pop into what is becoming my favorite record store in Ohio, Omega Music. If you can’t make it in physically buy the exclusive pressing of Homemade here: