My Back Pages: Alison East

[I originally wrote and posted this back in 2007(!), but I had totally forgotten about it till I chanced across it by accident recently. I think it's swell on several levels, and I'm gonna figure some way to get it into that alleged Greatest Hits book I have coming out one of these days. In the meantime, enjoy. -- S.S.]

Self-indulgence alert: This is a piece I've wanted to write for a long time (and tried to on a couple of earlier occasions, without success). So I hope you can ignore the fact that this is a really awful lead-in to what will be, I hope, a heartfelt tribute to somebody I never actually met, in the saying "hello!" to sense, but who I found absolutely unforgettable nonetheless.

Okay, the short version: Sometime in late 1979 or early 1980, a friend took me to see a band called The Swinging Madisons at some dive or another in NYC. Said band was fronted by a very talented and interesting guy named Kristian Hoffman; he's had a long and estimable career since then (you can read more about it over at his website HERE) but at the time I knew about him only from his tenure in the pioneering power pop outfit The Mumps, with Lance Loud (of PBS-TV An American Family fame).

Anyway, the Madisons turned out to be absolutely terrific. Hoffman affected a sort of drolly ironic Vegas lounge act look, like a sort of party animal Bryan Ferry, but the music was something else -- first-rate hard-rock verging on pop, with a nice mixture of witty original songs (a psychedelic pastiche called "My Mediocre Dreams" that lived up to its title and the hilarious post-feminist anthem "Put Your Bra Back On") plus some wonderful re-imagined covers, including an echo-drenched and hiccup-ed rockabilly version of Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" that worked simultaneously as send-up and homage.

But the icing on the cake was the Madisons' guitarist. Her name was Alison East and -- barely out of high school -- she remains THE greatest rock and roll stage foil (or second banana, if you will) I ever saw, and I mean The Greatest. An utterly improbable cross between Lucille Ball and Joan Jett, which is to say an adorable comedienne with killer comic timing and gunslinger guitar skills, she managed to be compulsively watchable without taking anything away from the band's more traditional visual focal point, although as much as I loved the Madisons' whole act that night, it was East -- mugging shamelessly throughout their too short set -- that just reduced me to mush. In any case, when the show was over, my friend asked if I wanted to go backstage and get introduced, but I was in serious I'm-not-worthy mode and so I declined the offer, a decision I have regretted ever since.

You're going to have to take most of the above on faith, I'm afraid. No video document of the Madisons stage act seems to have survived, and until the photos below (from a gig around the same time as the one I saw) surfaced a few weeks ago (courtesy of ace shutterbug Steve Lombardi, who kindly shared them) I'd never seen as much as a snapshot of Alison. These don't do her justice, necessarily, but I think they do catch at least some of the antic spirit I saw on that cramped stage on the night in question. (PS: If you want an mp3 of The Madisons' surprisingly straight cover of Janis Ian's "Society's Child," which will give you a good idea of Alison's fabulous Jeff Beck/Mick Ronson-esque guitar chops, e-mail me and we'll talk.)

The postscript to the story, and again, the short version: As I suspected they might, the Madisons soon got signed to a hip indie label (Select), and in 1981 they released a well-received EP (now alas out of print, although last I looked there was a vinyl copy available over at Amazon). Said EP, however, was done without Alison, who bailed just prior to the record deal.

And then I heard...well, I'll let Kristian tell it (from his band history over at the website):

I met her [Alison] at CBGB's at a Cramps concert, liked the way she looked, and asked her to be in my planned 'joke' band, but the joke was on me! This chestnut haired, shag-headed, white tux be-clad bon vivant was a glam-metal genius on guitar. So much better than I deserved! She single-handedly lifted my 'joke' into the realms of 'rawk'. She was so good, she turned The Runaways down! (Didn't want to relocate.) My band got popular so quick she started to get leery; it was just supposed to be a goof, a side project. She was already about to quit...when she was stricken with cancer, and died at age 19! What a tragedy! We were so young, it was so unexpected; we all went into shock -- not like a few years later when AIDS rendered the death of a youthful cohort routine, if no less painful.

Like I said, I never actually met Alison East, in the saying "hello!" to sense. But forty odd years later, it seems to me that she changed my life a little anyway. And so it's nice to finally share this sort of goodbye.

The Fab Four Redux: Taylor's Version (Just Kidding)

From 1964, please enjoy The Beatles and their utterly sublime and guitar driven "I Feel Fine." (The first example of guitar feedback on a pop record? No man can say!)

And in a brand new (2024) fan-produced stereo mix that's guaranteed to make you, in John Lennon's immortal phrase, dance around your room in wild abdomen.

Seriously, if that doesn't get you happy for at least a couple of minutes, consult your physician. And Beatles purists can, frankly, bite me.

Meanwhile, because I love you all more than food, I'm also including a record that we know, definitively, inspired "IFF," -- i.e. it's been documented to have been in John's personal record collection at the time. I refer, of course, to Bobby Parker's wonderful 1961 hit "Watch Your Step."

This has several layers of irony, first of all because Parker's record is pretty obviously inspired by Ray Charles "What I'd Say." The folk process in action, ladies and germs.

Secondly, as I've mentioned in these precincts on previous occasions, in Max Weinberg's wonderful 1984 book The Big Beat -- a collection of interviews with some of the greatest rock drummers of all time -- r&b session guy extraordinaire Bernard "Pretty" Purdy claims that he overdubbed and replaced the original drum tracks on several Beatles records, including "I Feel Fine." When pressed by an incredulous Weinberg, Purdy insists that Brian Epstein brought Beatles master tapes to New York City where the overdubs were done, and that Epstein hushed the whole thing up, thus explaining why Purdie never got the credit he felt he deserved.

This is, to put it charitably, a rather dubious claim for all sorts of reasons, including the fact that the recording technology of the time would have made it extremely difficult to have achieved the substitution with the requisite level of seamlessness.

That said -- if anybody can listen to the newly mixed "IFF" above without concluding that the drum performance is the work of one Sir Richard Starkey, I have some bridgefront property in Brooklyn I'd like to discuss with you.

La Fin de La Semaine Essay Question: Special "The Times They Are A-Changin' -- Into What, I Have No Freaking Idea" Edition

A friend writes:

Wow.

So I went back and read the lyrics to "Dawn of Correction" - the answer record to Barry McGuire's Top Ten 1965 protest hit "Eve of Destruction." By a studio group called The Spokesmen.

"DOC" was seen at the time as the ultimate anti-hippie song.

But in light of where we are now...It's wild at how far the MAGA Goons have gone.

Complete verses here - check the underscored/bolded lyrics:

You tell me that marches won't bring integration
But look what it's done for the voter registration
Be thankful our country allows demonstrations
Instead of condemnin', make some recommendations
I don't understand the cause of your aggravation
You mean to tell me, boy, it's not a better situation?
So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end
But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction

You missed all the good in your evaluation
What about the things that deserve commendation?
Where there once was no cure, there's vaccination
Where there once was a desert, there's vegetation
Self-government's replacing colonization
What about the Peace Corp. organization?
Don't forget the work of the United Nations

Whew.

Wow indeed.

I mean really -- I remembered "DOC" as a laughable right-wing unhip Archie Bunkerish piece of shit, but upon relistening it seems like...jeez, the voice of sensible reason, at least in the context of the times we're currently enduring/living in. Kind of a mind boggler, actually,

And speaking of mind bogglers, have I mentioned that "DOC" was written by -- wait for it -- the team of John Medara and David White, who earlier wrote Danny and the Juniors' immortal anthems "At the Hop" and "Rock-and-Roll is Here to Stay"(!) and (later) Lesley Gore's proto-feminist(!) classic "You Don't Own Me."

Have I said wow?

Okay, moving right along, and politics aside, I must confess that I wasn't a fan of the original Barry McGuire record.

I thought the lyrics were trite, McGuire's vocal an unintentional parody of earnest folkie bullshit, and that the instrumental backing (granted, by the incomparable Wrecking Crew) was vastly inferior to the kind of then current Dylan-inspired folk-rock I dug, i,e, The Byrds or The Turtles.

In fact, my old band The Floor Models used to do an obviously tongue-in-cheek live version of it back in the day -- courtesy of our twelve-string genius Andy Pasternack, who switched one of the lyrics to...

"You may leave here for four days in space/
But when you return you can't find a parking place."

Heh.

Bottom line is, I never took the original as anything more than borderline kitsch. Until, that is, this 1984 cover by New Orleans punksters Red Rockers showed up on my MTV..

...and blew me away. I mean -- that's just fucking great, on every level. And I remember thinking -- why didn't we have the smarts to do it like that first?

Oh well. C'est la vie.

Which leads us to the weekend's business. To wit:

(A)...and your favorite (or least favorite) post-Elvis protest song (or topical song in general) is...???

And (B)...as recorded by who???

My fave, in case you haven't guessed, is Pete Seeger's great anti-nuclear war song. In the version by some mook whose name rhymes with Sleeve Nimels.

Discuss.

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

[h/t Roadmaster]

Closed for Monkey Business: Special "If Only I Had Taylor Swift's Work Ethic" Edition

Friday's Weekend Essay Question post has turned out to be a much bigger and more time-consuming effort than anticipated, so nothing today. Sorry.

It'll be worth the wait, honest.

You Can't Copyright a Title (An Occasional Series)

From 1971, it's The Rolling Stones and "Bitch."

And from 1997, it's Meredith Brooks and, er, a "Bitch" of a different collar, if you'll pardon the rather too forced Oz joke.

I bring this up because I had completely forgotten the Brooks song until yesterday, when it came on the sound system at my local watering hole and I thought -- is Alannis Morissette making a comeback?

In any case, I decided that it's pretty cool that there are actually two different great guitar-driven rock songs with the same moniker.

Well, okay -- a great one and and a not terrible one.

Interesting historical irony: Apparently Brooks opened for the Stones in Argentina in 1998 on two consecutive afternoons, and on day one she got booed off the stage for some reason. The following day, she was booed off again, but before exiting, she performed her "Bitch" as a Fuck You! to the audience. I have not been able to determine if the Stones did their "Bitch" later in the show.

Today We Are a Blurb: Special "Klaatu Barada Nikto!" Edition

In case I haven't mentioned it previously, the incomparable Willie Nile has a brilliant new live album out...

...and as you can see, I am honored to have my review -- succinct and, I think, accurate -- gracing the shrinkwrap.

Here's my favorite track, "The Day the Earth Stood Still." An epochal rocker (originally on Willie's 2021 studio album of the same name)...

...that not only kicks major ass but whose lyrics do total justice to the great sci-fi film of the same name. (The 1951 original, not the misbegotten Keanu Reeves remake).

Long-time readers are aware of my enthusiasm for Willie's work; I remain convinced that his eponymous 1980 debut LP is one of the great folk/rock/punkish/jangle artifacts of its decade, and he's made several others easily in the same league. I should add that a glorious live show he did soon after said debut with his non pareil original band (recorded in Central Park for a radio broadcast that aired in NYC on the old WNEW-FM, if memory serves) is also eminently worth hearing; a CD of it can be ordered at Amazon over HERE, along with the rest of Willie's extensive catalog, and -- of course -- the new one.

BTW, if you're a creaky old person like me, and can't quite make out what I said about Live at Daryl's House Club -- as immortalized in that attractive yellow cover sticker -- without reaching for your reading glasses, just click on the photo and enlarge it. Sorry, I'm too lazy to reproduce it as text here.

POINT-COUNTERPOINT!!!

The Strokes, in 2006. "You Only Live Once."

Nancy Sinatra, in 1967. "You Only Live Twice."

How do you say "Jane, you ignorant slut!!!" in Yiddish?

Weekend Listomania: Special "Who Could Have Predicted That a Porn Star Would Save Democracy?" Bad Girls Edition

Well, it's Friday, and you know what that means.

Yes, it's time to take a pre-Passover break from the unprecedented morality play taking place in a courtroom in New York City for the next several weeks. I mean, I don't know about you guys, but I'n old enough to remember when a President got impeached over a blowjob, so despite my Trumpian animus (I couldn't get on the current jury, alas) the entertainment value of this new Trial of the Century is wearing a little thin for me.

Although I'll concede that Stormy Daniels is more fetching (heh) than Monica Lewinsky.

Okay, but with that out of the way, it's on to business. To wit:

Best or worst post-Elvis song featuring a disagreeable, mean, disreputable, disloyal or frankly criminal woman (of overly easy virtue) -- fictional or real life -- in its title or lyrics!!!

No arbitrary rules, although if you nominate the Donna Summers' hit or that Taylor Swift thing I'm tossing them just because.

And my totally Top of My Head Top Seven is...

7. Respectable (The Rolling Stones)

"She's a rag trade girl, she's the queen of porn/She's the easiest lay on the White House lawn"

Heh.

6. Centerfold (The J. Geils Band)

Your blood runs cold? Oh puhleeze guys -- are you boasting or complaining?

5. Maneater (Hall and Oates)

I dunno, I always thought the girl in this particular song was getting a bad rap.

4. Femme Fatale (The Velvet Underground + Nico)

Inspired by tragic Warhol superstar Edie Sedgwick, who I would definitely liked to have met. If you know what I mean.

3. You Know I'm No Good (Amy Winehouse)

This one gets bonus points for honesty, obviously. Equally obviously, Amy could have had me if she'd played her cards right, nice Jewish girl that she was.

2. She's So Mean (Matchbox Twenty)

I'm, shall we say, not (er) remotely a fan of this band, so as far as I'm concerned they deserved the titular beyotch.

And the Numero Uno shady dame in the history of recorded music absolutely has to be...

1. Stormy (Classics IV)

C'mon -- if you don't know why, you really haven't been paying attention.

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Roll Over Jerry Lewis

Okay, this is too cool for words. Our friends The Lemon Twigs just made the cover of Rolling Stone -- the Gallic edition!!!

And while you're letting that sink in, here's the kids' latest song. Tres formidable, n'est-ce pas?

Now the only real question is how do you say "Gonna send five copies to my mother" in French?

Closed for (Ocular) Monkey Business

Had (non-emergency) laser surgery on my right eye yesterday.

Not walking into walls at the moment, so the chances are good that regular posting resumes on the morrow.

That Kool Kinks Kover I've Been Threatening to Post. Finally!!!

From just a few weeks ago, please enjoy unlikely supergroup Tall Poppy Syndrome and (IMHO) a verging on transplendent remake of The Kinks' 1970 album track "This Time Tomorrow."

The song itself first impinged on our consciousness on the fab/gear Kinks commercial comeback LP Lola Versus Powerman and the Moneygoround Part One. This new version, which has a becomingly "Can't Explain"-power chord vibe, is performed by one of the more interesting and unexpected all-star assemblages of recent years, including guitarist Vince Melouney(!), original member of the (psych-era) Bee Gees, and the incomparable Clem Burke, of Blondie, and more recently of indie faves The Tearaways(!!), on drums. Guitarist Jonathan Lea, of the critically-acclaimed The Jigsaw Seen, and singer Paul Kopf and bassist Alec Palao of Strangers In A Strange Land and the current version of garage rock royalty The Seeds, are in there as well.

I dig the cover the most, but here's the original Kinks version by way of comparison. I think the new one more than does it justice, but YOU make the call.

I should add that if these Tall Poppy guys drop any other stuff in the not too distant future, I'll let you know toot sweet.

The Greatest Song Ever. I'm Not Kidding About This!!!

Okay, I realize this has nothing to do with the mission statement of this here blog, but it's so fabulous I couldn't resist.

Gay Frogs!!!!

And don't worry, despite the news and stuff happening in the real world, I'm not gonna go all political on you.

For example, that interesting new Kinks cover I mentioned last week is up tomorrow -- promise!!!

Have I mentioned GAY FROGS!!!!!????????

La Fin de La Semaine Essay Question: Special "Post-Eclipse" Edition

From 1967, from the period when they weren't too proud to make blatantly entertaining pop singles aimed at the top of the charts, just like all the other great bands before the dirty hippies ruined rock-and-roll for a couple of years, please enjoy Traffic (featuring Stevie(!) Winwood, Dave Mason and those other guys) and the official video for their delightfully psychedelic ode to a "Paper Sun."

I had never seen that clip -- or even known it existed -- before yesterday, so I think you'll agree we're already ahead of the game.

But in any case, that brings us to the business at hand, inspired -- obviously -- by last Monday's celestial light show. To wit:

...and your favorite (or least favorite) post-Elvis pop/rock/soul/country song referencing the moon or the lucky old sun in its title or lyrics is...??????

Discuss.

In case you're wondering what my picks are, here's one you may get a perverse kick out of. Dr. Feelgood and the Interns and their "Mr. Moonlight."

The Beatles' more famous cover of that -- which appeared on Beatles '65 in this country -- is, of course, by most people's reckoning the least popular track the Fabs ever did. I go back and forth on it, myself, but say what you will, at least it's faithful to the original. (Which, BTW, was a minor hit on the American charts, but not in the UK).

And if you're among the folks who dislike the song to the point of wondering why the Beatles bothered to record it in the first place, this amusing story about its performance history (from the lads' faithful road manager Neil Aspinall) provides a clue:

"'Mr. Moonlight' was great because there would be this moment of tension in the audience. The song would be announced and everybody knew John would have to start on that note -- MISTER! Moonlight!!! There was no chord to precede it, he had to get it right from nothing."

Showmanship!!!

Okay -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Closed For Monkey Business

Having technical problems with YouTube.

Assuming they're resolved without incident, a pretty cool Fin de la Semaine Essay Question -- inspired by the major current event of the last few days -- will appeqr on the morrow.

Original Songs by Unoriginal Means? YOU Make the Call!!!

From right freaking now, please enjoy three chord wiseguy Dfactor Pop and his new but ironically retro ode to a "21st Century AI Man."

That speaks for itself, obviously, so for a change I'm not gonna wax overly descriptive. Except to say that it's a killer power pop record in the classic tradition and yet, obviously, relevant to life as we're currently living it. Very cool, in other words.

I should add that this lyrical snippet...

We used to dance wild and free

Back in the 20th century

...really speaks to me, if you know what I mean.

In case you're wondering who this guy is when he's at home (as they say), here's his becomingly brief official bio...

Dfactor Pop is a U.S. singer-songwriter (based in Phoenix, AZ) who writes, sings and records his cool, catchy guitar rock songs. His music is a mixture of melodic pop, power crunch chords, witty observant lyrics, and amped-up '60s garage rock, topped off with brash vocals and an enthusiastic DIY approach.

...which I assume is authoritative.

I should add that "21st Century AI Man" is the first single from Dfactor's upcoming full-length album, scheduled for this summer, and tentatively titled Cowboy Dfactor (take that, Beyonce!).

And to hear more from DFP, who seems to have been plying his trade for quite some time unbeknownst to me, hie thee to his Bandcamp page over HERE.

You're welcome.

How Such a Great Record Got to Be the Theme for Such a Cheesy Biker Flick is Beyond Me

From 1968, and the soundtrack to the otherwise justly forgotten exploitation epic The Savage Seven, please enjoy the maligned-by-me-yesterday Cream and their drop dead fabulous "Anyone for Tennis."

Seriously, immediately after I posted Monday's anti-Cream screed, I remembered how much I loved everything about the above and was consumed with guilt.

So mea culpa, Cream -- and may I just add that one of the many reasons that song knocks me out is this concluding lyrical snippet.

And Fate is setting up the chess board/while Death rolls out the dice

Anyone for tennis?

Wouldn't that be nice?

Which definitely falls into the category of "wish I'd written that."

Two additional little relevant bits of tid:

For years, I used to send people a mixtape CD I made called Great Lost Singles of the Sixties, and "Tennis" was usually the number one song in the playlist.

Also, the single version of it, on ATCO, was one of the very first 45 rpm records available in stereo. Which was kind of cool in that immediately post-Sgt. Pepper era, as you can well imagine.

I wore out my promo copy (which I swiped from my college radio station) pretty quickly, as you can also well imagine.

Your Monday Moment of Words Fail Me: Special "The Brewski That Made St. Louis Not Particularly Well Known" Edition

From approximately 1967/68, please enjoy psychedelic blues-wankers Cream -- yes, them -- and their actual radio spot that actually got aired on American stations in support of (what I remember as quite undrinkable) Falstaff Beer!

I should add at this point that, as you may have guessed, I am not now and have never been a Cream fan. Basically, I can listen to the live Wheels of Fire version of "Crossroads" and the exquisitely Beatle-esque "Badge" (from their final album) and that's just about it.

Yeah, yeah, I know they're great and historically important blah blah blah but the insurmountable problem for me, which I can/could never get past, is Jack Bruce's melodramatically florid over-singing.

Which, as you can hear so well in the above, sounds exactly like the Cantor at my Bar Mitzvah. And in a rock context, that just makes me laugh, which obviously is not the reaction the band was going for.

Hey -- it's a Jewish thing. You wouldn't understand.

I should add as a footnote that the jingle tune in question is credited to Clapton/Bruce/Baker, which means they wrote the immortal line "the beer you reach for first/when you want to quench your thirst" all by themselves.

I.e. without the assistnce of their usual collaborator/lyricist "Sunshine of Your Love" auteur Pete Brown. And good for them.

[h/t Jai Guru Dave]

Weekend Listomania: Special "The Sound of Mucous" Audio/Visual Edition

[I initially wrote/posted the following in 2012(!), back when I was not yet eligible for Medicare. Obviously, nobody currently reading this reissue will have any memory of the original version, but because of the stuff we did earlier this week about that obscure punk song in that forthcoming teen comedy, it seemed newly relevant. Consequently, and because I love you all more than food, I have done some re-writing and added two new entries. Please enjoy if possible. -- S.S.]

Okay, kids, it's Friday, and you know what that means. But before we get to business, indulge me one more cheap joke at the expense of a certain contemporary pop icon's new media event doubling as an album.

Hey, I gotta give it to Beyoncé!

It took 15(!) people to compose her new country hit.

That makes it the first masterpiece written by committee since the King James Bible!!!

Thank you, I'm here all week. Please tip your binary wait-staff and try the vegan.

Okay, with that out of the way, let's move on to today's thematic puzzler. Specifically --

Best or Worst Use of a Pop/Rock/Soul/Country Song in Either a Credit Sequence or otherwise Non-Musical Scene in a Film/TV Drama or Comedy!!!

No arbitrary rules, except -- of course -- no concert films, documentaries, or features starring The Beatles need apply.

And my totally top of my head Top Seven is...

7. The Lovin' Spoonful -- "Pow" (as heard in What's Up, Tiger Lily)

The song itself was a b-side, if memory serves, and it's deliberately silly, but it catches the '60s-absurdist feel of Woody Allen's debut cinematic jape pretty much perfectly.

6. Karen O with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross -- "The Immigrant Song" (as heard in The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo)

I didn't care for the opening credits visual montage that it accompanies, but Mr. Nine Inch Nails' remake of the Led Zep song, which sets up the tone of the subsequent film perfectly, is just one of many reasons that David Fincher's Hollywood adaptation of TGWTDT is light years better than the Swedish, hippo-root sucking, original.

5. Van Morrison -- "Into the Mystic" (as heard in Panic in Needle Park)

I dunno if Van was thinking heroin when he wrote it, but the scene with Al Pacino and Kitty Winn (whatever the hell happened to her, BTW?) shooting up to to its slightly melancholy strains is one of the most indelible images in American films of the 70s. IMHO.

4. Herman's Hermits -- "I'm Into Something Good" (as heard in The Naked Gun)

Okay, it's a remake, but it is Peter Noone singing. I should add that the scene from the montage where Leslie Nielsen and Priscilla Presley come out of a theater showing Platoon while laughing hysterically never fails to make me feel better about life.

3. Gary Glitter -- "Rock and Roll" (as heard in Moolight Mile)

I was gonna nominate the film's Rolling Stones title tune, which is beautifully used, but it dawned on me that the Glitter track, from earlier in the same scene, is actually surprisingly effective despite being about as massively over-familiar as anything can be. Fun fact: After Robert Plant saw the film, he called up Mick Jagger to tell him how much he had liked "Moonlight Mile" (the song) and asked him what album it was on and when it had originally been released. I am not making this up.

2. Alica Keys and Jack White -- "Another Way to Die" (as heard in Quantum of Solace)

I have no problem with either Keys or White, but I think we can all agree that this one is pretty unmemorable. Or maybe it just seems that way knowing that it was supposed to be sung by Amy Winehouse, who -- we can also all agree -- was genetically bred to sing a Bond movie theme song.

And the numero uno shtup between music and the visual arts on a medium currently available for streaming unquestionably is...

1. Marcus Mumford and Ted Howe -- "Believe" (as heard in Ted Lasso)

Okay, okay, it's not the most memorable musical credit sequence I've ever seen, but it works beautifully if you've watched the show, and I just love the song. (PS: It reminds me of some rock standard, but I can't put my finger on it. Anybody have an idea?)

Here's the complete version, to help you out.

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

The Greatest Emo Band Ever!

The Recess Monkeys, ladies and germs. Let's really hear it for them!!!

Slightly off topic, but you know, now that I think of it, John Candy could have done a really hilarious Trump impression. Using the same wig, actually.

In any case, I know there was supposed to be an interesting Kinks cover here today, but I screwed up. Sorry -- it will appear on Monday.

And a droll Weekend Listomania will brighten your day on the morrow. Cross my heart etc.

And This Just In...

Beyoncé, irked at having been disrespected at the 2023 United Jewish Appeal Man of the Year dinner, has announced that her next project will be a conceptual Klezmer album, to be called Oy Bey. Special guests will include Matisyahu, Jennifer Grey, and Jerry Seinfeld.

Rumors that she will follow that with an easy listening project -- Bed, Bath and Beyoncé -- remain unconfirmed at press time.

Closed for Monkey Business

Okay, as I hinted yesterday, I won the Lottery.

Just kidding -- real world stuff impinged on my work ethic.

Cool regular posting -- including the darndest Kinks cover you've ever heard -- resumes on the morrow.

Hang On to Your Dreams (An Occasional Series): Part Deux -- World Famous in Greenwich Village

So I think we can all agree that, as I mentioned yesterday, the story about those lost-to-history Brit punk wannabes The Limps having their obscure 1979 DIY single resurrected for a big forthcoming Hollywood teen movie is simultaneously the coolest and most heartwarming thing ever.

In any case, as I also mentioned yesterday, there's a part two to the story which is, admittedly, a tad self-indulgent (although highly relevant to the mission statement of the blog you're currently visiting) and here it comes.

I should add that it's also kind of cool and heartwarming, albeit not as epically as what happened to The Limps.

Anyway, the improbable real deal is that no more than fifteen minutes -- literally, I'm not kidding -- after stumbling aross the Cumbrian lads story online, I got an e-mail from an Australian music publicist named Dave Laing, who I've encountered in the past and who is a thoroughly splendid guy (and, as they used to say, a credit to his profession).

The short version: Dave informed me the good folks at too-hip-for-words British reissue label CHERRY RED RECORDS were in the process of putting together a three CD box set of American power pop from the Eighties. And that they and he wanted to include a song by -- be still my beating heart -- the pride-of-Bleecker Street band I toiled in back then and which I have have bent your ear about at some tedious length over the years, AKA The Floor Models.

More specifically, this recorded-in-1982 track from our fab and gear album Floor Your Love.

Dave also reminded me that Cherry Red had done an American Seventies power pop package late in '23...

...and as you'll see if you click on the link here, the track listing is an absolutely brilliantly chosen combo of big name bands and familiar songs along with some interesting cult favorites and estimable obscurities. Apparently, on the new set -- the track listing of which has not been finalized -- the Flo Mos would be a representative of the latter.

In any case, you could have knocked me over with the proverbial avian appendage when I got the news about this, and I'll keep you posted on the project as it gets closer to completion.

Bottom line: I am button-bustingly proud to be associated with said project (thanks, Dave!). And I only wish my two departed bandmates Andy Pasternack and Glen Robert Allen had lived to see it. Sniffle.

I also have to say that in the wake of both the Limps and the Flo Mos recent good fortunes, I'm really starting to feel lucky.

Now please excuse me while I go buy a lottery ticket. If I don't post anything for the next few days, just assume I won.

Hang On to Your Dreams (An Occasional Series): Part I -- World Famous in Cumbria

[Okay, this is gonna be a two-parter, and the second half, which will go up tomorrow, is a tad self-indulgent. But hang on -- it will all make sense and be worth it. -- S.S.]

Hey -- this is the coolest true story ever.

From the BBC webpage and the Brit tabloid The Sun, last week:

LIMPING ON

Ageing punks stunned after one of their songs was picked for a hit movie – 45 years after it sold just 50 copies

A former punk band guitarist has spoken of his shock after one of their songs was picked to appear in a new film.

The Limps blazed a trail in Carlisle, Cumbria, for a few months in the late-1970s before disappearing without a trace. Nearly 50 years later, their song "Someone I Can Talk To" will feature on the soundtrack of coming-of-age comedy Snack Shack, by US director Adam Rehmeier.

Songwriter Andy Septic –- now better known as Cumberland Council's councillor Andrew Semple -- said: “When Adam contacted us and said he wanted to use our song we couldn’t believe it.” Mr Rehmeier said he listened to the song every day when he was writing the film and said it was the only track that evoked the emotion he was looking for. He then contacted Mr Semple, the former mayor of Cockermouth, to ask to use it.

"We formed on a housing estate in Annan but the punk scene back then was in Carlisle,” Mr Semple said. “We weren’t very good - I was the only one who could play anything - and I think the most we ever played to was four or five people," he laughed.

Mr Semple said that since the news broke, the song – written in a bedroom in 1979 – has enjoyed a new lease on life on YouTube. However, he said it was unlikely to make The Limps overnight millionaires. “We’ve received a bit of money, but there’s not much when it’s got to be divided between four of us,” he added. Snack Shack is due to be released later this year.

Cockermouth. Words fail me.

Meanwhile, here's the song in question, which was originally released to world-wide apathy in 1979, but in retrospect is actually rather charming.

And here's the trailer for Snack Shack, which despite its generic teen-comedy vibe actually seems promising.

Like I said, this is the coolest true story ever.

Until what follows on the morrow. Heh.

To be continued...