Weekend Whatsis/Whatchamcallit?: Special "A Desperate Cry for Help" Edition

So -- here's the deal, kids.

For a variety of reasons -- annoying if minor old age-related health issues (you don't want to know), my general angst over what's going on in the world thanks to President Metamucilini, fear that One Battle After Another won't win the Best Picture Oscar -- I found myself absolutely unable to come up with a new idea for either a Weekend Listomania or a Weekend Essay Question.

There. I've said it.

Seriously, I was gonna recycle an old one, as has been my wont when this kind of malaise has struck in the past, but even that seemed to me too exhausting to contemplate. I mean, I suppose I just could chalk it up to writer's block, which it kind of is, actually, but that's an obvious cop-out, right? So what to do?

And then BOOM! It hit me!

I could ask YOU guys for an idea!!!

So here we go: I'm officially soliciting a subject/theme/whatever for either a Listomania or an essay question for next week.

From YOU -- the readers!!!

In the case of the lists, you don't have to supply the actual individual entries -- I'll be able to do that -- and the essay questions are self-explanatory.

But as Madeleine Kahn said so poignantly in Blazing Saddles -- I'm tired. So can you guys help me?

And just to sweeten (heh) the deal, the reader whose suggestion I take for next week's entry will receive an extra-special/combat valor version of the coveted PowerPop No-Prize© at no extra cost.

Okay, and just because I don't want you to think I'm a total slacker, I'm gonna leave you with this.

From their just released new album Psychology, please enjoy splendidly monikered L.A. wise guy pop punksters Drool Brothers and their aptly titled new single "Have Fuzz Will Travel."

I only just accidentally discovered the Brothers -- who have apparently been making noises like the above for quite a while now -- the other day; you can (and should) hear more of their music and find out more about them in general over at their official website HERE.

What can I say -- for obvious reasons, I'm sensitive about drool jokes, but those guys got to me.

Okay -- apologies again for being such a tool today, and thanks in advance for all your help. I look forward to pondering your brainstorms, which I have no doubt will be absolutely and uniformly brill.

So let's hear from you. The phone lines are open. Our operators are standing by. This is a free call.

Meanwhile, have a great weekend, everybody! See you on Monday with a normal posting featuring the high level of groovieness you've come to expect from me.

Poppin' the Cherry Part III: Blame It All on the Nights on the Bowery

Okay -- as attentive readers will recall, we alerted you back in November to the news that the good folks at Cherry Red Records (aka the Coolest Record Label in the World) had seen fit to include a track by The Hounds (i.e. the 70s pop/rock band I toiled with beginning in college) on a new 4 CD (101 songs!) boxed set devoted to groups who played at the legendary New York City club C.B.G.B.

Well, I just got my review copy, and wow -- Cherry Red knocked it out of the park.

You can get more details about the collection at the first graf link above; for now, let me just say that ace rock critic Rob Tannenbaum, who compiled the set, contributes absolutely fabulous liner notes, and that the packaging and mastering are across the board terrific; everything here looks and sounds great (our track has never jumped out of the speakers quite so adroitly, for which I'm profoundly grateful).

The official release date is January 30th; in the meantime, you can pre-order it at Amazon, or if Jeff Bezos offends you (as well he should) directly from Cherry Red over HERE.

Hey, what are you waiting for? 😎

P.S.: If you want to hear the Hounds song, it's at the link in the first graf as well. On the actual box set, it's on disc one, between The Dictators, Patti Smith, The Dead Boys and The Ramones. How cool is that?

[cross-posted at FLOOR YOUR LOVE]

Songs I'd Forgotten I Loved From Albums I Haven't Listened to in Ages (An Occasional Series): Special "And Speaking of Gorgeous" Edition

From their 1971 classic Muswell Hillbillies, please enjoy -- I recommend under the headphones -- The Kinks and their lightyears beyond poignant ode to "Oklahoma U.S.A."

I used to listen to that album with near-religious fervor back in the day, but I can't for the life of me recall the last time I even thought about it. Until the above YouTube clip popped up on the feed of a Facebook acquaintance the other day.

Words, as I so often say of late, fail me. 😎

I should add that the real-life pub in the album cover photo -- the Archway Tavern -- apparently is still in business; if I ever get back to London, I'm gonna make it a point to have my picture taken at the end of the bar, where Kinks Dave Davies and Mick Avory are seen hanging out.

Bucket list and all that, know what I mean? 😎😎

Tuesday's Cartoon and Photo Chuckles

I particularly like the Fabs meeting Bigfoot. 😎

BTW, the supposed 8mm home movie that the photo-shopped pic of the creature with the Abbey Road Beatles derives from has been pretty definitely proven to be the work of John Chambers, the legendary Hollywood makeup guy who did Mr. Spock's ears on the first iteration of Star Trek and the costumes in the original Planet of the Apes movies.

As hoaxes go, it was a pretty good one, though. 😎😎

How Do You Say "More and More I'm Digging That Rock en Español" in Yiddish?

A friend writes:

"ThIs Argentinian hit is THE PERFECT ROCK SONG!! Everything about it is spot on!
If there were any market these days for rock music on the charts (which I suspect there isn’t), someone should do for this what McCartney did with his demo for Badfinger's “Come and Get It”: Find a band to record it in English and tell them “PLAY IT EXACTLY LIKE WHAT THEY ARE DOING HERE!”

You know -- on balance, I think he's right.

I should add that these Soda Stereo guys were apparently the biggest band in Argentina ever (the song above is from 1990 -- the band broke up in '97), and I love their look.

It's kinda like Paul Westerberg meets Slash meets Zal Yanovsky and then they all go out for a shot of tequila. 😎

Oh, and you can find out more about them (it's a very interesting story) over HERE.

De nada! 😎😎

Post-New Year's Day Weekend Listomania: Special "Big Noise From Across the Pond" Edition

Blah blah blah I hope you're all completely recovered from yesterday's holiday festivities blah blah blah.

So let's get immediately to the first new business of 2026. To wit:

Best or Favorite Hit Singles (in America) of the British Invasion NOT Recorded by the Holy Trinity of Beatles/Stones/Kinks!!!

No arbitrary rules, you're welcome very much, but let's stipulate that for purposes of our discussion we're defining the Brit Invasion as lasting from the years 1964 through mid-1966. And, come to think of it, let's reiterate that your nominees have to have been played on the radio here in the US of A. So don't try to sneak anything in by otherwise estimable Brit bands or artists like The Fourmost or The Creation, who never charted in the States.

Oh, and no -- the songs don't have to been written by the artists in question, as the following list will demonstrate.

Okay then -- and my totally Top of My Head Top 12 is...

12. Sandie Shaw -- Girl Don't Come

It's a two-fer -- she's a total cutie, and I just love the vibrato.

11. The Who -- Can't Explain

It's funny how nobody really thinks about the 'Oo as a singles band anymore. No larger point, I just think it's funny.

10. The Animals -- Boom Boom

God, I wanted to be able to play that Alan Price organ solo.

9. The Zombies -- Tell Her No

The echoed handclap at the end. Words fail me.

8. The Troggs -- With a Girl Like You

I had completely forgotten how cool this song is until I heard it last weekend in a Farmer's Dog tv commercial. If you had told me this would be true back in 1966, swear to god I would have taken a hostage.

7. The Dave Clark 5 -- Glad all Over...

...and -- it's a tie -- Because

At this point it's not exactly a secret, but was Mike Smith the most underrated singer of the Invasion or what?

6. The Searchers -- When You Walk in the Room

Written by the great Jackie DeShannon -- Byrdsian folk-rock begins here.

5. Unit 4 Plus 2 -- Concrete and Clay

Kind of unclassifiable genre-wise -- is it funky? vaguely Latin? -- but damn it's pretty, and the band (featuring future members of Argent) kills. BTW, the b-side of this -- a vaguely doo-wop-ish cover of the pop standard "When I Fall in Love -- is absolutely to die for, and you need to hear it. Trust me.

4. The Moody Blues -- Go Now

Have I mentioned I really really don't like the post-Denny Laine mellotron incarnation of the Moodies? But that's a subject for another posting. I should also add that I could (and still can) do the piano solo from this one.

3. The Hollies -- Look Through Any Window

Uh -- those harmonies? That 12-string riff? Like you didn't see that one coming.

2. The Yardbirds -- For Your Love

The official beginning of my life-long love affair with Graham Gouldman.

And the Number 1 it-totally-slays-me record of the era that kind of surprised me when I compiled this list is...

1. Dusty Springfield -- Wishin' and Hopin'

Jeebus, what a voice. And don't think I don't tend to compare it to the contemporary girl singers currently selling in the squillions and find theirs wanting by comparison. (I'm looking at YOU, Chappell Roan and Sabrina Carpenter!) 😎

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

It's New Years Day: Special "Oh No, Not This Stupid Story Again!!!" Edition

[I first posted this one on January 1, 2013, and, while I'm not trying to turn it in into some kind of internet tradition, I do find it amusing enough to give it the old "One More Time!". So sue me. I should add that I'm wishing all you kids the happiest of happy 2026's; please, Flying Spaghetti Monster, make it an improvement on the hell year we've all just lived through. -- S.S.]

This is, as I have been wont to say here on many previous occasions, a very sad story, so please try not to laugh.

It also has a certain relevance to today's festivities, which will be revealed later in the narrative. Please be patient.

Anyway, so the other day I was in a cab heading down the West Side Highway in a snowstorm, and the driver had the radio tuned to whatever soft-rock Lite FM station they inevitably have on when they don't have WINS News Radio blasting or some guy from Queens yelling about sports.

I wasn't particularly paying attention, but suddenly some soft-rock Lite FM staple song came on, and immediately I knew three things.

1. I had definitely heard it before.

2. It was probably from the 70s or the 80s, although I couldn't rule out the possibility that it might have been more recent, and it had that whole California soft-rock vibe, which I usually detest, in spades.

3. I had no idea who the guy or the group singing it was, although I was painfully aware that when and if I found out I was gonna kick myself. Because pretty much everybody in the world, at least of a certain age, would have been able to recognize it instantly.

The truly insidious part was that there was something about the damn thing that grabbed me. Yes, the vocals had that laid-back L.A. Mr. Sensitive shtick that usually makes my gorge rise. But the tune was charming, the voicings of the harmony parts in the chorus were really quite lovely, and -- try as I might to deny it -- it was getting under my skin.

Fortunately, because of the roar of traffic, I couldn't really hear the lyrics, although one word -- "architect" -- jumped out. "Hmm," I thought. "There's a word you don't hear in a pop song everyday."

Anyway, I then went about the rest of my weekend, but I knew with an absolutely dread certainty that I was gonna break down sooner or later and look the song up on the Intertubes.

So, late on Monday, I googled "Soft Rock song with the word architect in it" and up it popped.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...and my fingers are shaking as I type these words....Dan Fogelberg (the horror, the horror!) and his 1980 smash (which I had apparently put out of my mind, probably deliberately, ever since its original vogue) "Same Old Lang Syne."

Well. In case you're wondering, no -- I have no interest in revisiting the rest of Fogelberg's body of work, and yes, I still basically can't stand the whole genre he represents, but goddamn it -- this damn song works and it gets to me. Like I said, it's melodically quite charming, and now that I've actually deciphered the lyrics, it turns out that -- despite a certain smugness that kind of rankles -- they actually make a pretty good little literary narrative vignette.

Sticks in my craw a bit, though.

As I said, this was a very sad story, so please try not to laugh.

I should add that Fogelberg departed this sad vale of tears during the holiday season in 2017. That doesn't excuse him for any of this stuff, but I just thought I'd mention it. 😎

And again, Happy New Year everybody!!! Oh -- and a guaranteed to be fun Weekend Listomania arrives tomorrow. 😎😎

If It Isn't Scottish, It's Crap: Special "PowerPop's Traditional Beach Boys New Year's Eve" Edition

From November 1964, please enjoy the incomparable Brian, Dennis and Carl Wilson, Al Jardine and the humongous dickitude that is Mike Love and an alternte take of their incomparable a cappella rendition (the original's on their Christmas album) of that Scottish New Year's Eve song whose title escapes me.

How they were able to do that without auto-tuning is beyond me. 😎

Coming tomorrow: We revisit a PowerPop New Years Day classic. Okay, perhaps "classic" is too strong a word. 😎😎

Coming Friday: A sure to be entertaining new Weekend Listomania. Okay, perhaps "sure to be" is... 😎😎😎

Tuesday's Cartoon and Photo Chuckles

That's Art Gecko, in case you were wondering. 😎

As seems to be a tradition around here, the classical one is my favorite. 😎 😎

Tales From the Crypt (An Occasional Series): Special "You Know, Some Days I Kinda Miss Seeing XXX Movies in Theaters On the Big Screen" Edition

The short version: I rediscovered this interesting (I think) essay the other day, after a friend remarked on having stumbled across a virgin vinyl copy of the soundtrack album in question. Hadn't thought about either the film or the review in years. (If you have trouble reading, just click on the image to embiggen it.)

And in case you're wondering, the critique originally ran in the December 1980 issue of the Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review, and IMHO it holds up pretty well. My memory is that the movie itself really sucked, but I think I nonetheless made a not implausible case for the soundtrack album being at least meh. 😎

I should add that the vinyl edition is long out of print, although if you're among the curious and the kooky, Amazon has some reasonably priced copies available over HERE. To my surprise, the album seems never to have been reissued on CD, which hardly seems a cultural tragedy, however. 😎😎

[h/t Pat Thomas]