Today's (Pre-Thanksgiving) Cartoon and Photo Chuckles

U-Haul & Oates. Heh. 😎

Have a great holiday, everybody!!!

Broadcast News

From 1987, and their fab gear album 13 Ghosts, please enjoy the most blues-wailing The Broadcasters and their meisterwork "Down in the Trenches." Produced by Wayne Kramer of The MC5, BTW.

That's one of the Great Lost Singles of the Eighties for sure. Come to think of it, those guys are one of the Great Lost Bands of the Eighties as well.

Anyway, I bring it up because that video -- which was briefly in heavy rotation on MTV back in the day -- has been unavailable online for public consumption for quite a while (some kind of legal issues, or so I'm told). So I was delighted when I recently discovered that it had shown up on YouTube again.

I should add that the Broadcasters aforementioned album is killer from stem to stern -- totally rocked out in a sort of classic proto-pop punk, Brit Class of 66-68 way; think The Yardbirds meet The Move and then they all go out to lunch at Boston Market. It's long out of print, alas, but you can -- and should -- pick up a good used copy (CD or vinyl) over at Amazon HERE.

Meanwhile, because I love you all more than food, here's a 1990 live clip of a later incarnation of the band (as The Roues Brothers, under which moniker they continue to perform to this day) having a go at Them's "Gloria."

Featuring some guest asshole whose name rhymes with Sleeve Nimels up front on vocals. 😎

It's a long story, but let's just say that (as you can probably see) everybody involved was having a very good time. 😎😎

Tales from the Crypt

So I was looking at a 1993 issue of the Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review over the weekend, and chanced across a bit of snark I'd totally forgotten. And which cracked me up.

SARAH BRIGHTMAN
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A&M 31454 0083 (52 min)
Enya on helium? New Age electro-pop from hell? Whatever it is, it's courtesy of the Phantom of the Opera ingenue formerly married to the equally annoying Andrew Lloyd Webber, and I say get it outta here. Docked numerous points for a horrendous cover of Procol Harum's "A Salty Dog," which the without-a-clue chanteuse strips of all melodic interest or drama. -- S.S.

We used to run like half a page of those little mini-blurbs (called Quick Fixes -- my title) every issue, and it was pretty much my favorite thing to write for the pop review section. I literally could say anything I wanted and nobody gave me any editorial grief. Ah, those were the days.

Oh, BTW, -- here's that Brightman version of "A Salty Dog." I'm pleased to discover that it's as bad as I made it out at the time.

P.S.: From an actual contemporary review (not sure by who) of the Broadway Phantom -- "Sarah Brightman couldn't act scared on the IRT at 4 in the morning!" 😎

La Fin de La Semaine Essay Question: Special "I am Not a Number -- I'm a Free Man! Oh, Wait...Actually I AM a Number" Edition

And now, from some time post-COVID, please enjoy my current fave cover act, the delightful Middle Aged Dad Jam Band and their spirited version of Tommy Tutone's "867-5309/Jenny."

BTW, just for the record (as it were), I should say I'm a huge fan of Tommy Tutone, who are unfairly dismissed as one hit wonders IMHO.

I mean -- c'mon. This one, which was actually the band's first Top 40 record, absolutely freaking slays me.

I should add that back in 1980, when I had just switched from playing guitar to bass (as we were getting the Floor Models together) I used to hone my four-string skills by playing along with that. I mean, what a fabulous groove.

In any case, I bring the whole thing up because it leads us, inexorably, to the subject of the weekend's business. To wit:

...and your favorite (or least favorite) post-Elvis pop/rock/soul/folk/country song with numerals in its title is...?

Discuss.

So -- my favorite?

That's from Steppenwolf's (to me) inexplicably underrated sophomore effort; it's a minority opinion, I know, but I think it's one of the greatest hard rock (in the old fashioned sense) albums ever.

And my least favorite?

Hey -- I like a lot of bubblegum stuff from that period. That song, however? I think the word is "yucky." Especially in the contemporary context of the Epstein files. 😎

Alrighty then --- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!!

Today's Cartoon (and Photo) Chuckles

The Plant and Page one absolutely kills me. 😎

A droll new Weekend Essay Question on the morrow, promise.

The Most Mediocre Thing I've Heard Lately (An Occasional Series): Special "These Kids Today With Their Loud Hair and Long Music" Edition

And speaking of rock critics performing fellatio, here's the extremely irksome Amanda Petrusich servicing Tame Impala auteur Kevin Parker in the October 27th issue of the New Yorker.

The magic [! - Ed.] of Parker’s music -- what makes his records so restless, dithery, dynamic -— hinges on the minuscule yet crucial difference between perfectionism (endlessly boring) and obsession (endlessly interesting). “Everyone thinks I’m a perfectionist,” Parker said. “That’s the assumed narrative when someone orchestrates a whole album -— the Brian Wilson idea. But if people actually saw me in the studio, and saw how little I cared about so many things...” He paused. “On the backs of my albums, you’ll see a photo of a microphone meant for singing pointing at the kick drum, held up with a wine rack. I’ve just never really given a shit about that. I would love for it to sound better, because I respect a lot of big pop producers.” He added, “You always worship what you don’t feel you are.”

Yeah, right -- magic. And I'm Marie of Romania.

I should add that elsewhere in the piece Petrusich informs us that Parker's music is "shaped in part by the spirit of bush doofs, all-night dance parties thrown in rural, off-the-grid locales," and that the term "doof" started "as a derogatory word to describe club music, because from a distance all you hear is doof, doof, doof."

Apparently, it never occured to her that Parker's music might be characterized in that way because Parker is, in fact, a doofus. 😎

Songs I'd Forgotten Existed, Let Alone Loved (An Occasional Series): Special "The Godmother of Punk" Edition

From a surprisingly terrific piece in the NY Times the other day, about the 50th anniversary deluxe reissue of Patti Smith's debut album Horses:

BILLY IDOL There wasn’t a lyric sheet with the original Horses. And “Kimberly,” I had no idea that it was about a sister of hers. I thought that she was singing to, you know, sisters as in feminism or whatever. The interplay of the musicians was fantastic. You can hear it in “Horses,” you can hear it in Television. In England we were watching what was going on in the States, and we wanted a scene of our own like that.

The structure of the song is very classic. All the different parts, the way it builds up, it’s almost got a ’60s thing to it. They’re taking guitar music and refreshing it, but at the same time not falling back on prog-rock. It flows really great, but it has all those different hooks. As the song progresses, each little verse changes it.

JOHNNY MARR The first song that the Smiths ever wrote, “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle,” was inspired by “Kimberly.” I knew Patti Smith was our common ground.

Well, THAT's interesting.

Seriously, I listened to Horses obsessively back when it was new -- it's not exactly a state secret that I've been a fan of Smith's since forever --

-- but I hadn't thought about "Kimberly" in ages, in part because I've never really cottoned to John Cale's production of the album. Which struck me then, as now, as being on the anemic-sounding side.

Still, it works on "Kimberly," which I have always found unaccountably and fiercely erotic, despite its subject matter.

BTW, I'm not 1000 percent sure, but I think that picture of Patti and your humble scribe at a Stereo Review Record of the Year party dates from early 1976, i.e. when we were giving Patti an award for Horses for 1975.

And in case you're wondering, the button I'm holding says "Back to Mono." 😎

Oh -- and I should add that the Horses reissue package, which features a newly remastered edition of the original album and lots of studio demos (most of them drummer-less) is available as either a 2 CD or 2 LP package.

If you're thinking of getting me a Christmas present, the vinyl would be nice. 😎😎

Todd Snider 1966 - 2025

To paraphrase Jack Nicholson's famous remark about Bob Dylan -- this guy was a riot.

Have I mentioned that this death shit is really starting to piss me off?

Weekend Listomania: Special "If Music is the Universal Language, How Come There Aren't Any Hit Songs in Esperanto?" Edition

Okay, so here's the deal. As you guys know, my alternate watering hole here in Forest Hills, Queens is a wonderful Mexican joint called Mas Tortilla. And from time to time the proprietors there play el rock en español, rather than more traditional normal contemporary Latin pop, on their sound system.

As a result, I've discovered some pretty amazing non-anglo bands and songs of late, and my favorite is a group called Maná, a/k/a The Police of Mexico. Turns out they've been around since the early 80s, and they're hugely popular -- 45 million records sold, mostly in Spanish-speaking countries. Coincidentally, they got nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this year, the first band of their ilk to be so honored, although alas they didn't make the final cut.

Oh well, Quizás el año que viene. 😎

Anyway, I bring the whole thing up for a couple of reasons.

One -- as an excuse to post this Maná song from 1991, which I just heard for the first time at Mas Tortilla last week, and which I think is really cool.

I mean, dig that Rickenbacker guitar.

And two -- as an excuse to set up the weekend's business.

To wit:

Best Post-Elvis Pop/Rock/Folk/Country/Soul Song in English But With a Throwaway Quote, a Couple of Lines or a Verse or the Title, in a Foreign (European or Other) Language!!!

No arbitrary rules here, but I'm gonna enforce the Post-Elvis thing. And yeah, I did a shall we say less fully developed version of this Listomania back in 2007 (yipes!), but I figure the Statute of Limitations has run out on recycling it.

And my totally Top of My Head Top Six are:

6. The Beatles -- Michelle

"Michelle -- ma belle."

Optional Blindingly Obvious Award cheerfully accepted.

5. Warren Zevon -- Veracruz

Aquel día yo jure
Hacia el puerto volveré
Aunque el destino cambio mi vida
En Veracruz moriré
Aquel día yo jure

A drop dead gorgeous (ah, those mandolins and harp!) song from his Excitable Boy breakthrough. I meant to include this in that list of my favorite Zevons earlier in the week, but my senility precluded it.

4. Jay and the Americans -- Cara Mia

True story: Back when this was a contemporary hit (1965) some wiseguy at my local Top 40 station (WABC-AM) did a tape edit of the song so that the long-held high note Jay Black sings before the finale was extended for like half a minute (which sounded like an eternity). You never knew when that version was gonna be the one that they aired, but it was fucking hilarious, especially the first time you heard it and you briefly thought it might be real. I should add that I have never been able to find an audio clip of it or even any press mention that the prank had ever been pulled.

3. Tonio K. -- Funky Western Civilization

Still the only rock record ever made with a cameo spoken word section -- en français -- by Joan of Arc.

2. Talking Heads -- Psycho Killer

Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Hey, we all know the feeling, David.

And the number one use of an outré patois in an international hit recording clearly is...

1. Labelle -- Lady Marmalade

Inspirational verse: "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir."

Second optional Blindingly Obvious Award cheerfully accepted.

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend everybody!!!

Closed for Monkey Business

Real life problems, sorry.

A fun Listomania on the morrow, promise.