Monday, September 27, 2021

Friday, September 24, 2021

Your Friday Moment of Words Fail Me

And speaking of Ruthann Friedman, as we were yesterday, here's her version of the song she gave The Association.

Jeebus H. Christ on a piece of burnt challah toast, but that's fabulous, and I'm embarrassed to admit I'd never heard it until yesterday. Clearly, this woman will be a topic of further research at this here blog.

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, September 23, 2021

Thursday Photo Quiz

A coveted PowerPop No-Prize will be awarded to the first reader who identifies the nice Jewish girl to the left of Joni Mitchell and Stephen Stills.

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Closed For Monkey Business

Back on Thursday with cool new stuff. Sorry for the delay, but I've had a tough day or so.

Monday, September 20, 2021

Cette Chose Que Vous Faites!

From just a few weeks or so ago, please enjoy The Weeklings -- featuring Glen Burtnick, a guy with a great rock-and-roll resume as long as your arm -- and their video for a transplendent cover of the title song from the Tom Hanks movie classic That Thing You Do!

Let me add a couple of things at this juncture.

Number one: This is just fucking awesome, period.

Number two: I love that there's a photo of the song's composer (Adam Schlesinger of Fountains of Wayne) on the wall behind Burtnick.

And number three: Schlesinger was one of the early COVID deaths last year; I blame that completely on President Schmucko, and have no doubt that it alone will make him (Trump) rot in hell for all eternity.

Okay, now that I've got that off my chest, let me just add that you can (and should) purchase the Weeklings new album over at Amazon HERE.

I should also add that if you haven't seen the movie, get the Blu-Ray version (also at Amazon); it has about ten minutes of additional footage that was edited out of the theatrical and DVD versions, and which sheds some interesting light on the Hanks character.

Friday, September 17, 2021

Weekend Listomania: Special "Tonight the Bottle Did or Did Not Let Me Down" Edition

Well, it's Friday and you know what that means. Yes, my Asian erotic mixologist Fah Lo Suee and I will be...well, actually I'm not going to tell you where we're going. Nyah nyah nyah. Eat your hearts out.

But in the meantime, here's a fun little project for all of us:

Best or Worst Post-Elvis Pop/Rock/Soul Record Referencing Fermented Spirits in the Title or Lyrics!

No arbirtrary rules whatsoever, obviously, although it would be a good idea if your nominees were posted by you in the condition the songs suggest.

And my totally Top of My Head Top Ten would be:

10. Procol Harum -- Drunk Again

From their next to last album with more or less the original line-up. And written about their tragically flawed but brilliant drummer B.J. Wilson.

9. Jeff Beck Group with Rod Stewart -- I've Been Drinking

Words fail me over how brilliant that is. For Beck's guitar solo alone.

8. The Hounds -- I've Been Drinking

My mid-70s band covering the Beck/Stewart version; I'm doing the Beck solo, and not badly, I think.

7. George Thorogood and the Destroyers -- I Drink Alone

I mostly never cared for Thorogood, but this particular song and video is without question the funniest ode to alcoholic solipsism of all time.

6. The Paul Butterfield Blues Band -- Drunk Again

Pretty droll, and Butterfield -- besides being one of the best blues guys of the 60s -- knew from whereof he spoke. In the mid 70s/early 80s, when I was living in Greenwich Village, I used to see him at the end of the bar every Saturday afternoon at the old Bitter End, and he was shall we say well lubricated on every one of those occasions.

5. Procol Harum -- Whiskey Train

One of their absolute best songs, and once again written about their tragic alcoholic drummer B.J. Wilson.

4. The Rolling Stones -- Loving Cup

A random choice from too many others by those guys to even contemplate.

3. John Lee Hooker -- One Bourbon One Scotch One Beer

Pretty much self-explanatory.

2. The Champs -- Tequila

One of the great early rock 'n' roll instrumentals. I should add that for years I was under the impression that both Seals AND Crofts played on this record, but apparently that is, as they say, misleading. They were members of the Champs well after "Tequila" had been a hit. That said -- this clip is actually totally live, which is pretty remarkable for its day..

And the numero uno, most fabulous song/record about that stuff that gets you high is unquestionably....

1. Dr. Richard Seaman -- Sweet Seder Wine

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Closed for Monkey Business

Very busy with real life stuff; regular posting -- starting with a killer Weekend Listomania -- resumes on Friday.

Donald Trump: The Opera

From his utterly brilliant 1983 EP Trap Door, please enjoy T-Bone Burnett and his preternaturally prescient ode to Presidenct Schmucko "A Ridiculous Man."

I should add that the abovementioned EP is a masterpiece that also features T-Bone's beyond brilliant Lou Reed-esque cover of "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend."

Let's rock!!!

Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Brian May Meets Brian May! Also, I Meet Me as Well!!!

From 1992, please enjoy the great Brian May, of Queen, hanging out with his contemporary self.

And, thanks to my genius photoshop expert girlfriend, here's the 1982 me getting down with the 2019 old guy version.

No accompanying music, alas, but the idea and the execution is still pretty cool.

Monday, September 13, 2021

Mañana Hasn't Got a Clue

From 1993, please enjoy Los Lobos -- aka one of the greatest American bands of the last several decades -- and their beyond fantastic live cover of The Beatles psychedlic classic studio masterpeice "Tomorrow Never Knows."

Ain't that the damndest thing?

Yes. Yes it is.

Friday, September 10, 2021

It Was Forty Years Ago Today

Holy crap -- ABBA is about to release their first album of new music in four decades.

And coincidentally, also four decades old -- here are the fabulous Floor Models (featuring a bassist whose name rhymes with Sleeve Nimels) covering ABBA's classic "S.O.S."

Have a great weekend, everybody!

Thursday, September 09, 2021

Like Father Like Daughter

Dave Grohl and his teenage daughter Violet do an absolutely killer version of Adele's "When We Were Young."

I've never much cared for Adele, but that's a great song.

In any case, the kid is right -- her dad is not the best singer in the family.

Words fucking fail me.

Wednesday, September 08, 2021

Closed for Monkey Business

It's Slacker Wednesday, kids, so no posting. We will return to work on Thursday, you're welcome very much.

Tuesday, September 07, 2021

Great Minds Think Alike (An Occasional Series)

And speaking, as we were last Friday, of Bob McFadden's classic 1959 novelty single The Mummy -- featuring Rod McKuen -- please enjoy its less celebrated B-side "The Beat Generation."

And then, from 1977, please compare and contrast it with ex-Television bass player and punk rock pioneer Richard Hell and his signature anthem "Blank Generation."

Nah, they're not the same song. And you'd be a fool or a Communist to suggest otherwise.

Seriously, it's really true -- there's nothing new under the lucky old sun.

[h/t Joe Lee Henderson]

Monday, September 06, 2021

Beach Boyz II Men

There was a very nice piece in last weekend's Arts and Leisure section of the New York Times on Feel Flows, the just released remixed and remastered collection of Beach Boys' Sunflower and Surf's Up stuff from 1969-1971.

But here's the bit that flipped me out.

The boxed set...has some gorgeous extras, like an early version of [Mike] Love’s “Big Sur” that is very different from the one that later appeared on Holland. There are also oddities like “My Solution,” a monster-movie novelty recorded by Brian [Wilson] on Halloween 1970, and a 40-second quotation from The Beatles’ “You Never Give Me Your Money,” performed on electric piano — but by whom? The producers think it was [Bruce] Johnston, who said he has no idea.

And because I love you all more than food, here it is.

BTW, just about every song from the set seems to be available on YouTutube. Enjoy.

Friday, September 03, 2021

Weekend Listomania: Special "Can't You Take a Joke For Heaven's Sake?" Edition

[I originally posted a version of this in 2010, back when the world and this blog were young. To prove I'm not the lazy bastard you think I am, however, I've rewritten a lot of it and added three new entries. Enjoy! -- S.S.]

Well, it's Friday and you know what that means. Yes, my Asian manual catharsis assistant (who shall not be named) and I are off to Texas to get her an abortion at the same time I'm carrying a now-legal gun to blow away anybody who gives us some now illegal shit about it. HAH! The ironies abound, no?

But in the meantime, assuming we survive, here's a fun little project for us all:

Best or Worst Post-Elvis Novelty or (Obvious Goof) Record!!!

No arbitrary rules of any kind this time, you're welcome very much.

And my totally top of my head Top Ten is:

10. Bob McFadden and Dor -- I'm a Mummy

That's Rod McKuen -- yes him -- playing the part of the beatnik at the end, by the way. Even as a kid, I knew this record was lame.

9. Mickey Katz -- Duvid Crockett

This totally cracks me up. I should add that Katz's niece Jennifer Grey, of Dirty Dancing fame, did a killer version of this on the Conan O'Brien show, which you can find on YouTube.

8. The Benzedrine Monks of Santo Domonica -- Theme from The Monkees

Have I mentioned that I'm seeing Micky Dolenz and Mike Nesmith live for my birthday in October? God, I hope they do this one.

7. Mel Brooks -- The Hitler Rap

It's Mel Brooks. It's a rap. It's about Hitler. Jeebus, what more do you want?

6. The Beatles -- You Know My Name (Look Up the Number)

"Good evening and welcome to Slaggers." A throwaway joke by the Fabs, but all involved cover themselves in glory -- in particular, Paul McCartney as the unctuous crooner and special guest Rolling Stone Brian Jones on lounge saxophone.

5. The Police/Henry Mancini's Orchestra -- Peter Gunn/Every Breath You Take

One of those mashup records the kids seem to like so much, and committed for The Sopranos soundtrack album for no logical reason I can determine other than both songs are in the key of E. Or maybe there's some kind of irony I'm missing. In any case, it's obviously supposed to make you go "How clever!" but unfortunately it's just annoying.

4. Godfrey Daniel -- I Am Woman

A bunch of New York wiseacres doing to Helen Reddy what always needed to be done to Helen Reddy.

3. Buchanan and Goodman -- Flying Saucer the 2nd

One of the first break-in records, and still one of the funniest.

2. Albert Brooks -- Party in Outer Space

The first and still the only FAKE break-in record, and drop-dead hilarious.

And the number one most uproarious loud noise ever made is clearly...

1. Flipper -- Sex Bomb

The band that died for your fins, obviously.

One of the great punk/New Wave/alt-rock records that truly says -- "I don't know what."

Okay, and what would YOUR choices be?

Have a great weekend, everybody!

Thursday, September 02, 2021

You Go, Girls

From 1971, live on German TV, please enjoy pioneering female rockers Fanny and their kick-ass cover of my favorite obscure Beatles song "Hey Bulldog."

Attentive readers may recall that I wrote a somewhat condescending review of an album by those gals for CREEM magazine back in the day and I've been, shall we say, agnostic about a recent fan effort to get them into the Rock Hall of Fame.

However,, that video, which apparently has gone viral of late, has totally changed my mind. World class great, and induct them now.

Wednesday, September 01, 2021

Songs I'd Forgotten That I Loved (An Occasional Series)

From 1969, please enjoy the vastly underrated The Association and their should have been a much bigger hit "Dubuque Blues."

The eponymous album that's from is, if memory serves, also quite good. I'm gonna revisit it ASAP.

Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Oh, And In Conclusion, That Stupid Motherfucker Eric Clapton Can Still...

That said, I remain insanely enamored with this failed Cream single.

Originally written and released for a tacky American-International biker flick in 1968 (and, by the way, one of the very first 45rpm records released in genuine stereo).

And which you can behear, in breathless wonder, at the link below.

IMHO, the greatest cross between The Beatles and Procol Harum ever.

Monday, August 30, 2021

Oops -- Somebody Leaked the Cover Art for Eric's New Album

In all seriousness, this stupid motherfucker is dead to me.

I mean, he won't get vaccinated, but apparently he never read the warning labels on the heroin packets.

[h/t Edward Greaney]

Friday, August 27, 2021

Weekend Listomania: Special "Con Le Mie Lacrime" Edition

[I originally posted this back in 2008, when both this blog and the world were young. I have swapped out and added a couple of new songs, and done some re-writing. I hope you'll find this new version amusing. - S.S.]

Well, it's Friday, and you know what that means. Yes, my Oriental amanuensis Hop-Sing and I are off to...well, actually I can't tell you where we're off to because I'm in the midst of firing the disloyal little toad (hint: That Mitzi Gaynor album is missing again) and I don't want to involve lawyers.

But in any case, posting by moi will be completely not happening until Monday.

Thus, in my absence, here's a little project for us all:

Coolest or Worst Post-Elvis Song or Record Referencing The Emotion of Sadness or the Word Sadness Itself (Title or Lyric!!!)

No arbitrary rules this time -- just take your meds and promise you won't slash your wrists when all this is over.

And my totally top of my head Top Eight is:

8. The Five Emprees -- Little Miss Sad

A big hit in the Chicago area, summer of '65. My across the hall college neighbor that fall turned me on to it just this year. Thanks, Eric!

7. The Blues Project -- I Can't Keep From Cryin' Sometimes

Rocks pretty hard for a really sad song, no?

6. The Who -- So Sad About Us

The Modfathers at their most sublimely Byrdsian. It is one of the great regrets of my adult life that I never got a chance to play this one live.

5. Smashing Pumpkins -- Sad Peter Pan

Remember when anybody who wasn't actually in that band took them remotely seriously? No, me neither.

Inspirational verse:

It's the plan of most To discover that magnificent ghost When did I get perverted And my innocent eyes diverted from the view so grand Imbued with distractions I'm greedy like Senior Babbitt I'm just chasing that electric rabbit I'm a reluctant rebel I just want to be Aaron Neville

4. Bob Dylan -- I Was Young When I Left Home

It's like a distillation of all the melancholy in the world. And people said he couldn't sing...

3. The Beau Brummels -- Sad Little Girl

There is a school of thought, to which I occasionally subscribe, that BB's frontman Sal Valentino is one of the greatest rock voices ever.

2. Bruce Springsteen -- The River

As Thelma Ritter says in All About Eve -- what a story; everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end.

And the number one it's-all-so-sad song, don't give me a hard time about this or I'll harm you, quite obviously is ---

1. Hank Williams -- I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

Still the most profoundly blue piece of music ever recorded.

Awrighty, then -- what would your choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Closed for Monkey Business

I got nothin' today.

However, there'll be an amazing Weekend Listomania tomorrow. Trust me.

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Charlie Watts 1941-2021

From 1964, and Chess Studios in Chicago, please enjoy The Rolling Stones and their astonishingly authoritative cover of Amos Milburn's "Down the Road Apiece." Featuring one of the goddamned greatest rock drummers who ever lightly hit a cymbal.

I'm surprised how devastated I am to hear about the news of his passing. I mean, I understand that Keith Richards will, thankfully, outlive the cockroaches, but Charlie's work has given me so much joy over the years that I lack the words to express my gratitude.

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Klaatu Barada Nikto

Saw the incomparable Willie Nile and his band at the new City Winery Sunday night.

He and the guys performed their superb new album -- The Day The Earth Stood Still -- in pretty much its entirety, and they finished with the loudest and best version of "A Hard Day's Night" I've ever heard that wasn't at a theater showing the movie. One of the greatest rock-and-roll nights of my life. Love you, Willie.

BTW, here's the aforementioned title song from that new album.

Oh, and buy the NEW ALBUM OVER AT AMAZON HERE.

Oh hell, buy all his albums over there, because they're all fucking great.

I should add that The Day the Earth Stood Still is one of my all-time favorite movies, and rock-and-roll didn't really exist when it came out in 1951. If it had, however, Willie's song would have been perfect for the soundtrack.

Monday, August 23, 2021

Don Everly 1937-2021

Both of the legendary Everly Brothers have now passed on, which means the world is a much duller place.

Seriously, the first rock and roll record I bought with my own lunch money was their breakthrough hit "Bye Bye Love," a song whose sentiments probably would still make sense to contemporary teens.

I was ten years old when that came out, and everybody I knew -- mostly girls, but most everybody else as well -- thought Don and Phil were the coolest and sexiest guys on the planet.

That said, THIS is my all time favo)8nEngland9rite of their records. From 1965, specifically from their epochal Two Yanks In England LP -- written and backed up by The Hollies -- please enjoy "Don't Run and Hide."

Hey, what can I say? There were giants in the Earth in those days.

Friday, August 20, 2021

Great Lost Singles of the Sixties: Part V -- Special "You Oughta See Them Do The Swim" Edition

From 1965, and the B-side of "Ride the Wild Surf" (which is pretty transplendent in its own right) please enjoy the genius that is Jan and Dean and "The Anaheim, Azusa And Cucamonga Sewing Circle, Book Review And Timing Association."

This is another of those period classics that I had on a 45rpm single -- in mono back when -- and finally flipped out over when I heard the genuine stereo version in the late 60s/early 70s. I should add that it is the absolute apotheosis of production on a surf record. An utter masterpiece.

Have a great weekend everybody!!!

Thursday, August 19, 2021

Great Lost Singles of the Sixties: Part IV -- Special "Not a Town in New Jersey" Edition

From 1969, please enjoy the vastly underrated soul singer Al Wilson and his spectacular cover of the Creedence Clearwater Revival classic "Lodi". Produced by Johnny Rivers.

For this remake, Wilson and producer Rivers replaced the original's rueful melancholy with something approaching desperation, with an appropriately kickass blues/soul backing track to match.

I've been trying to find out who played the slide guitar on this thing for years. Given that it was recorded in L.A., my guess is that one of the players is either Ry Cooder or Canned Heat's Alan Wilson (no relation to the singer), who were to my knowledge the only hotshit slide guys doing session work in those days. It's also conceivable that it was Jackson Browne collaborator Jesse Ed Davis (of "Doctor My Eyes" fame), who I believe may have been working in town around then, and I'm also told that the late Jerry Cole (who played rhythm on the original "Mr. Tambourine Man") played slide on sessions from time to time.

If anybody knows definitively, I'd buy them a drink.

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

Great Lost Singles of the Sixties: Part III -- Special "Music Row" Edition

From 1968, please enjoy (what was left of) The Lovin' Spoonful and their final official single, a stunning version of John Stewart's "Never Going Back."

Unless I'm very much mistaken, this was essentially a Spoonful contractual obligation single, and the only member of the original band on it is drummer/singer Joe Butler, who does stellar work. I should also add that the track is produced by Chip Douglas, who did The Monkees Headquarters album, for which he deserves respect by all who walk upright.

I should also also add that -- if memory serves -- this was one of the earliest 45 rpm discs to be issued in stereo, although I'm not completely sure about that.

I should also also also add that sometime in the 70s, the song's composer did a live version...

...whose outro sounds amazingly like the end of the original version of a certain song from the first Velvet Underground album.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

Great Lost Singles of the Sixties: Part II --Special “You Could Do Magic” Edition

From 1966, and that mixtape I was discussing with you yesterday, please enjoy the incomparable Alan Price and his first solo single after exiting The Animals.

An astounding cover of Screamin' Jay Hawkins classic "I Put a Spell on You.'

That one is one of the most mind-blowing records of its era, and it holds up gloriously. I should add that I actually learned how to play that classical organ intro when it came out. Because I had nothing else to do that year.

Tomorrow -- this one you won't believe. Let's just say it's the greatest cover of a song by folk-rocker John Stewart ever.

Monday, August 16, 2021

Great Lost Singles of the Sixties: Part I -- Special "Tempus Fugit" Edition

[The backstory: Sometime in the 'aughts -- not exactly sure when -- I found myself suddenly unemployed and stuck in the wilds of New Jersey taking care of my ailing mother. This was before NY Mary (bless her heart) handed me the keys to the car at PowerPop and also before I started playing music again, so obviously a boy needed a hobby. Anyway, for some reason I can't recall, I decided to make what they used to refer to as mixtapes, i.e. compilation CDs of whatever music struck my fancy. And I brainstormed a concept I called "Great Lost Singles of the (Fill in the Decade), which took up my time most divertingly. I would work on these things for weeks, and then burn discs of them and snail-mail the results to all my friends. Hey -- it prevented me from dying of terminal boredom.

In any case, I thought I had lost any remnant of the project until the other day, when my beautiful and brilliant girlfriend informed me that the discs were all actually archived in her iTunes library. Hence this week's stuff. I suspect I will be spending the next few weeks doing the Greatest Hits from the rest of the CDs thereof. Enjoy! -- S.S.]

From 1967, please enjoy The McCoys (featuring Rick Derringer) and their psychedelic masterpiece on the the passing of time "Beat the Clock." In stereo, as it was meant to be.

I had the 45 mono verion of this (on Bang)...

...for ages, and essentially wore it out. When it showed up on the McCoys best-of CD above in (for want of a better phrase) widescreen decades later, it was, frankly, a life-changer.

Tomorrow: One of the greatest records ever made by one of the greatest British blues-rockers who ever tied his shoe laces by himself.

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Nanci Griffith 1953-2021

God, she was great.

And have I mentioned this death shit is really starting to piss me off?

Friday, August 13, 2021

Songs I Thought I'd Posted About Here Back in the Day But Apparently Never Did (An Occasional Series)

From 1980, and their eponymous debut album, please enjoy New Wave rockers Gary Myrick and the Figures and their exquisite should've-been-a-giant-hit-single "Deep in the Heartland."

Myrick seems to be a more than usually interesting guy; for starters, he's obviously a talented graphic artist (he did the album cover for the above). Which has a sort of Jean Cocteau vibe, doncha think?

I should add that there's a very good chance I'll be covering (as in recording my own version of) said song sometime before the year is out. I'm not kidding about this. Hey -- a boy needs a hobby.

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, August 12, 2021

A Rare Photo of the Beatles Before They Got Big

Okay, that embarrasses even me.

Regular posting resumes on the morrow.

[h/t Allan Weissman]

Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Upper West Side Mon Amour

And speaking of Lucy Simon, as we were the other day, I should mention that the reason I was in her touring band (if I may use that phrase for an ensemble that played all of six or seven gigs during its lifetime) is that she was promoting an album she had out on RCA Victor at the time. And I knew somebody who knew somebody at RCA who recommended me for the gig.

It's actually a very nice little album -- very much in the 70s soft-rock style of her sister Carly -- and the songs were fun to play on stage. It's never been on CD, but if you're nice to me I'll burn you a copy I had transferred from vinyl. Here's my favorite track.

In any case, Lucy is a lovely person, despite the fact that she is also -- as they used to say -- Ms. Gotbucks. She had family money, obviously (Simon as in Simon and Schuster) but she was also married to a Park Avenue shrink who obviously was never going to go hungry. And they had the most amazing apartment opposite Central Park. It was the first one I ever saw that occupied its own floor; I mean, when you got out of the elevator at their stop there was no doorbell to ring or a door to knock on -- you were IN their home.

I will finish by sharing a Lucy anecdote I've never told publicly, but I think she won't mind because, well, as I said she's the female equivalent of a mensch.

The short version: a few months after our "tour" she invited me out to lunch in her neighborhood. I was delighted, and not solely because I was jonesing for a really good meal at some ritzy boite that was out of my price range, but also because I was looking forward to seeing her again. Anyway, we had a terrific time and as I was leaving with her, she asked if I was taking a cab. I replied that no, the subway stop a block away would get me home just fine. The following conversation ensued.

Lucy: "You're taking the subway?"

Me: "Sure."

Lucy: "Do you have a subway token?"

Me: "Of course."

Lucy: "Could you show it to me? I've never actually seen one."

Thats a true story, BTW.

Tuesday, August 10, 2021

I'm Really Proud of This One, Even If I Don't Know If I Still Agree With All of It

From the February 1976 issue of the Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review.

Terrific, I think, and it's definitely going into my forthcoming book.

Monday, August 09, 2021

Assholes I Have Met In Showbiz (An Occasional Series)

Let me begin by offering you all a good cheap laugh at my expense with this photo of me (second from left, wearing a really stupid Bruce Springsteen cap) backstage at My Father's Place in Roslyn, NY. With Lucy [sister of Carly] Simon (seated on the floor) and a bunch of other folks who comprised the Lucy Simon Band at the time (Thanksgiving, 1975).

I was playing highly inadequate lead guitar in said ensemble...

...but the other more talented folks on-stage included a couple of my old high school garage band chums and Jerry Marrotta, a very nice guy and thorough-going pro who went on to be the drummer for Orleans. I won't bring up that album cover in which he and the rest of Orleans are posed shirtless, but I'm sure you remember it.

Okay, yes I will bring it up.

Good lord, that's hideous.

In any case, for this particular four day engagement, we were the opening act for Aztec Two-Step, a folkie duo whose second album had just come out (on RCA Records, as was Lucy's then current debut LP).

I knew Aztec Douchebag, as I used to refer to them, from my college days at C.W. Post; they were big, as they say, on Long Island, and they used to play the campus coffee house all the time. I thoroughly loathed them for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that they came off with a major and thoroughly undeserved star attitude, but mostly it was the music that rankled. In particular this little ditty, which was the lead track from their major label debut album in '71. (Said album, by the way, was titled Aztec Two-Step. It's a line from a Ferlinghetti poem, which also ticked me off.)

Seriously, the mere thought of that song made me want to smack them on sight on numerous occasions, although cooler heads prevailed. In any case, as far as I was concerned these guys made Zager and Evans sound like Marx and Engels.

Anyway, on the first night of the billing, those two hippie putzes came off with the same major "WE'RE CELEBRITIES" attitude I recalled from college. But then, after the show, a wonderful thing happened.

I was standing in the wings, smoking a cigarette, and (unbeknownst to them) I overheard their manager talking to them in words to this effect: "Hey -- Rex, Neal; that guitarist with Lucy Simon is a rock critic. Be as nice to him as possible and maybe he'll plug your album in his magazine."

And for the next three days, they kissed my ass with passionate intensity. Although to me, of course, it felt like transparent smarmy insincerity. Which it was.

Also, of course, they never realized that I was smirking inside every time they waxed obsequious.

And needless to say, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. A lot.

And no, I didn't go on to say something nice about the album, although I did write about the experience (sans reference to Aztec Douchebag) at the Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review. Don't worry, though -- I have no intention of inflicting THAT one on you.

Friday, August 06, 2021

Weekend Listomania: Special "It's Still Rock & Roll To Me" Audio/Video Edition

[I originally posted this sometime before the Spanish/American war, but I've been in a very nostalgic mood of late. In any event, I've re-written a bunch of it and swapped out a couple of entries. Enjoy! -- S.S.]

Well, it's Friday and you know what that means. Yes, my Oriental manual catharsis specialist Fah Lo Suee and I are off to...well, actually, truth is we're not going anywhere due to a bizarre picture-hanging accident that I'd really rather not get into, except to say "If you drink, don't drill."

In any case, things are still probably going to be quiet around here for the duration of the weekend, so until Monday rolls around, here's a fun little project to help us wile away the idle hours:

Favorite or Least Favorite Pop-Rock Single or Album Cut of the Skinny Tie Band Era

No arbitrary rules, although we're obviously talking about the immediate post-First Generation Punk period, roughly from the late 70s to 1983 or '84.

And my totally top of my head Top Eight is/are:

8. The Brains -- Money Changes Everything

The original indie single, not the remake on the Brains' album. I'm not a huge fan of Cyndi Lauper's more familiar version, but she knew a great song when she heard one.

7. Tommy Tutone -- Angel Say No

The greatest song those guys recorded that doesn't have a phone number in its title.

6. Bram Tchaikovsky -- Girl of My Dreams

That 12-string riff! Those harmonies!!!

5. Spandau Ballet -- True

The worst 60s frat party band song ever.

4. The Thompson Twins -- Hold Me Now

The second worst 60s frat party band song ever.

3. Nick Lowe -- She Don't Love Nobody

BUDDY HOLLY LIVES!!

2. Gary U.S Bonds -- Out of Work

You know, that Bruce Springsteen guy is a heck of a songwriter.

And the absolute fucking worst song to pollute the airwaves in the early 80s unquestionably was....

1. Quarterflash -- Harden My Heart.

What an utter piece of shit. I should add that lead singer Rindy Ross is also without question the worst saxophone player in the history of music.

Okay, what would YOUR choices be?

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, August 05, 2021

Reviews I'd Forgotten I'd Written About Albums I'd Forgotten Existed (An Occasional Series): Part IV -- Titles With Three "P"s in Them Edition

From the June 1988 issue of The Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review, my musings on a Nick Lowe album I doubt I've heard since.

Anybody out there have a copy of this record? Anybody think I got it right?

Wednesday, August 04, 2021

Reviews I'd Forgotten I Had Written of Albums I Had Forgotten Existed (An Occasional Series): Part III -- Loud Fast Lady

From the july 1994 issue of The Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review...

...please enjoy Velocity Girl and their should have been a hit single "Sorry Again."

From the era when everything on SUBPOP was by definition hip and groovy. Still, I think that song holds up. If I was feeling a little more energetic, I'd try to find out what happened to those kids.

Tuesday, August 03, 2021

Reviews I'd Forgotten I Had Written of Albums I Had Forgotten Existed (An Occasional Series)

[from the January 1991 issue of The Magazine Formerly Known as Stereo Review]

HINDU LOVE GODS

Warren Zevon(vocals, guitar); Peter Buck (guitar);Mike Mills (bass); Bruce Berry (drums).

Walkin' Blues; Travelin' Riverside Blues; Raspberry Beret; Crosscut Saw; Junko Partner; and five others.

GIANT/REPRISE © 24406-4, ® 24406-2 (37 min).

Performance: Deliberately goofy

Recording: Good

This is a sort of busman's-holiday project featuring the (seemingly) unlikely pairing of elder cult-LA folk rocker Warren Zevon with three members of the college-radio rock institution R.E.M. Given the musical pedigrees of all involved, however, what's particularly odd about the album is the repertory, mostly the sort of blues standards that late-Sixties garage bands used to warm up with. In that informal context, the results are entertaining enough. Nobody is ever going to mistake Zevon or the R.E.M.-sters for real blues players, but as a replica of what you or I or any baby boomer or whoever jammed in his parents' basement might have sounded like if they'd been professionally recorded, then Hindu Love Gods has a certain rough-hewn charm. The standout track -- a metallic first-take assault on Prince's "Raspberry Beret" - - is also something of a ringer, but that only adds to the fun. -- S.S

Another record I'd lost in the mists of memory. That said, when that originally came out, I thought it was somewhere between mediocre and lame. And that Warren and R.E.M. were kinda jerking off.

When I listened to it again the other day, however, I thought -- wow, that's really quite cool.

Monday, August 02, 2021

Reviews I'd Forgotten I Had Written of Albums I Had Forgotten Existed (An Occasional Series)

From the February 1990 issue of The Magazine Formely Known as Stereo Review.

I'll betcha you had no idea this recorded artifact was even a thing.

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE.

Marty Balin, Grace Slick (vocals); Jorma Kaukonnen (vocals, guitar); Paul Kantner (vocals, guitar); other musicians

EPIC OE 45271 (55 min)

Performance: Not so hot

Recording: Okay

According to usually reliable sources, the recently reunited Jefferson Airplane gave the most interesting live concerts of any of the veteran rock acts that hit the road in 1989. Speaking as somebody who frequently saw God during late Sixties Airplane shows, that wouldn't surprise me particularly. But on the other hand, however heartening it may be to have them back, their new album is pretty lame.

Superficially, at least, these oldsters still sound like the Airplane of yore, with their signature three-lead-vocals-in-search-of-a-harmony more or less unscathed by time.

But the rest of what made the band unique and exciting -- the interplay of a thundering rhythm section, stinging psychedelic guitar riffage, and ominous twelve-string -- has been smothered here beneath a host of faceless guest musicians and a production job tailored to somebody's idea of what's acceptable for radio play at the moment.

Meanwhile, the songs and performances are in equal measure generic and mediocre: With few exceptions -- as in the self-consciously soaring occasional Jorma Kaukonnen Ice Age lead guitar lines -- they inhabit an aesthetic space somewhere between obvious throwaways and clumsy agit-prop. A major disappointment. -- S.S.

Sunday, August 01, 2021

Hole. E. Shit.

Little Steven played this track from the new Floor Models CD on his SIRIUS XM radio show last night.

Words fail me, except -- as soon as the show is archived, which should be shortly, I'll let you know.

Wow. Just wow.

Friday, July 30, 2021

Like God Opening His Bedpan on the World

From 1995, and the soundtrack to TVs Friends, please enjoy the great Paul Westerberg and a really spiffy remake of Jonathan Edwards 1971 hit "Sunshine."

The original version has never been a particular favorite; about the best I can say about it is that when it came on the radio I wouldn't necessarily change the station. Westerberg's cover, on the other hand, has always killed me in its vintage Replacements sort of way.

I should add that I had more or less forgotten about the cover till somebody at Facebook posted it this week in honor of Edwards 75th birthday.

I also should add that the depressing title of today's post is a line from Georg Büchner's even more depressing early 19th century play Wozzeck.

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, July 29, 2021

Movies I Really Need to Revisit: An Occasional Series

From 1994, please enjoy the official trailer for the brilliant rock biopic about you know who as a punk band in Hamburg Backbeat.

Sheryl (Twin Peaks) Lee as Astrid. What more do I need to say?

I should add that when the producers were trying to figure out who should do the soundtack, they went to Ringo and said "What do you suggest?" Ringo replied "Get a bunch of young kids who've never played a Beatles song in their lives."

The soundtrack band thus became:

Dave Pirner (Soul Asylum): vocals (Paul McCartney) Greg Dulli (The Afghan Whigs): vocals (John Lennon) Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth): guitar Don Fleming (Gumball): guitar Mike Mills (R.E.M.): bass guitar Dave Grohl (Nirvana): drums Henry Rollins (Black Flag): vocals (Stuart Sutcliffe)

I don't have the CD anymore, but I think I'm gonna have to order a copy.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Your Wednesday Moment of Words Fail Me

Somebody on the intertubes took the trouble to track down all the photos that Klaus Voorman used to create his iconic collage for the cover of Revolver.

As I said, words fail me.

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Ringing a Bell?

So a certain Shady Dame and I were watching Bohemian Rhapsody earlier yesterday, and I've turned into a shameless Queen fan, which I wasn't when they were an actual band.

That said, is anybody here alive who actually was alive when Live Aid happened?

The reason I ask is -- and given that this was pre-internet so I have no idea how I heard it -- there was a rumour going around that weekend that The Beatles were going to do a reunion set with Julian Lennon filling in for John.

Specifically, that Billy Ocean said he had seen them rehearsing.

Anybody remember that? Or have any info on how that story got around?

Monday, July 26, 2021

AMERICAN SCHMUCKO

Words fail me. Except that this Aaron Lewis guy is a huge asshole.

Apart from the obvious rightwing boilerplate lyric tripe -- although I must admit I wasn't prepared for this bit...

Am I the only one/who quits singin' along/every time they play/a Springsteen song

...I find the track terrifying on several levels.

To begin with, all those lines about how 'this isn't the freedom we were fighting for,' coming from a sunshine patriot who has never worn as much as a Boy Scout uniform, would be hilarious if the record itself wasn't likely to get somebody killed.

And here's a clue, Lewis -- the only thing YOU'VE ever fought for is a better time slot on the tour your shit nu metal band Staind did with Limp Bizkit back in the 90s.

I should add that the song is available through Toby Keith's record label, a subsidiary of the same Universal Music Group that just acquired Bob Dylan's publishing for around a gazillion dollars. Which means they have more money than they need or is good for the health of the Body Politic.

Also -- given, as I said, that the song itself is likely to get somebody killed, I want a massive class action suit against both UMG and Lewis himself toot sweet.

Friday, July 23, 2021

Your Friday Moment of Why Didn't I Get the Memo?

From 2011, and their (alas) final studio album Sky Full of Holes, please enjoy power pop deities Fountains of Wayne and the (heretofore unknown to me) bonus track, a delightfully nasal cover of The Mooody Blues' "The Story in Your Eyes."

I should add that I had a version of Sky, and am pretty sure I reviewed it (enthusiastically) somewhere, but for the life of me I can't find it if I did. I should also add that whatever CD I had of the album, it clearly didn't include the Moodies cover, or I would have remembered. Or it might be on an old laptop of mine that died a few years ago. In any event, a great take on the song.

I should also add that it's not exactly a state secret that I pretty much loathe the Justin Hayward incarnation of the Moodies, with the conspicuous exception of "Story." As I'm fond of saying, pretty nuch all of their post Denny Laine work is so earnest that all their albums should be called The Moody Blues Cure Cancer.

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

[h/t Sal Nunziato]

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Your Thursday Moment of the Mind Wobbles

So last weekend, our pal Sal Nunziato -- over at his invaluable Burning Wood blog -- posted a set list of cover versions, mostly of familiar songs, but occasionally by artists I was not particularly familiar with (you can see the entire list over HERE.)

In any case, this 2009 Prince live performance absolutely blew my tiny mind and I suspect you'll have the same reaction.

I know it's a cliche, but damn if that guy wasn't quite possibly the all-around greatest musical talent in the lifetime of anybody who reads this here blog.

In any case -- thanks, Sal. Now I gotta go check out some of your other choices.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

The Boys Are Back in Town

So anyway, here's the shortest possible intro I can come up with for this, and please bear with me.

In any case, I have a brilliant young friend named Tommy Perkins. He's one of the ridiculously talented people I've met at my watering hole in Forest Hills over the years -- he was actually a bartender at said place, the Keuka Kafe -- and he was and is a total joy to hang out with. I used to go there for lunch, and it was pretty much just him and me, and we woud shoot the shit and he would turn me on to all sorts of great music I was heretofore unaware of. And generally have a great time.

Here's an example.

I mean -- wow.

I should also add that sometime in the summer of 2019 I mentioned to to him that my band The Floor Models was about to embark on a tribute album to The Byrds, but that we lacked a title for it; he raised an eyebrow and said "Uh, In-Flyte Entertainment."

Have I mentioned wow?

In any case, Tommy's doing some undergraduate work, at a college I won't mention, for an English degree, and he recently wrote this paper about The Bus Boys, a band that seems more relevant than ever, and he passed it along to me. My response was -- dude, this is brilliant, and frankly, given the fact that I spent most of my adult life as a professional (heh) rock critic all I can say is I wish I had written it.

Enjoy.

The Bus Boys’ Minimum Wage Rock 'n' Roll as Great Black Music

In the article It Didn’t Jes Grew: The Social and Aesthetic Significance of African American Music, Kalamu ya Salaam argues that music is the mother tongue of African Americans and goes on to outline criteria for what he terms Great Black Music. According to Salaam, GBM is characterized by its oppositional stance to cultural norms and celebration of African American identity in a white-dominated world. The 1980 album "Minimum Wage Rock and Roll", by The Bus Boys, is a satiric and upbeat example of this rebellious and humanizing attitude. Lyrically, the album covers topics of wage-slavery, gentrification, cultural appropriation, and racism with wit and subversive humor. Musically, these ideas are presented over a contemporary style of rock music that pays homage to its black founders while pushing limits at the time by incorporating elements of the burgeoning New Wave movement. Given that rock and roll had become the mainstay of white musicians by the time of Minimum Wage Rock & Roll being released, The Bus Boys are iconoclastic for their efforts to emphasize the medium as one of black origins and as a vehicle for expressing the challenges faced by African Americans in the United States.

In their song “Did You See Me?” The Bus Boys directly postulate about their listeners’ lack of familiarity with rock music’s black origins: “I bet you never heard music like this by spades”. In a single line, the band decries the complete cultural appropriation of rock music by white artists and audiences over the two and a half decades since Chuck Berry, often cited as the “Father of Rock and Roll”, released Maybellene in 1955. Though such an assumption may seem harsh, Salaam explains that this kind of frank honesty is an imperative quality of GBM. “For us, there remains a raw element in our cultural expression precisely to remind us who we are, and to affirm that we do not ever want to forget or give up the fight against our condition of forced submission to alien conquerors” (Salaam 355). Through their honesty, The Bus Boys both entertain and inform their audience while remaining true to their own cultural identity and refusing to be assimilated.

“Coming out of Reconstruction, we African Americans literally found ourselves emancipated but unliberated…only this time as wage slaves” (Salaam 367). As Salaam, describes, the economic realities faced by African Americans from emancipation onward create a stark portrait of disadvantage and inequality. With a lack of upward mobility and bills to pay, an element of indentured servitude pervades the lives of many “free” African Americans through the present day. The Bus Boy’s title track, “Minimum Wage” sums this up perfectly with what Salaam describes as “acceptance of the contradictory nature of life” (Salaam 357).

I make the minimum wage I said that I work, I work For the minimum wage I wash the dishes, I mop the floors I'm glad I'm alive, who could ask for more …

I'm not unhappy, why be sad Think of all the good times that we've had We work so hard Yes, we work all day We work so hard But we need to stay

The Bus Boys subversive and satiric approach to rock music is perhaps best exemplified in their songs which deal most directly with race relations in America. “There Goes The Neighborhood” is a reference to the common utterance of white communities who feared the possibility of black neighbors. However, removed from the context of the early days of white flight and blockbusting, The Bus Boys instead refer to whites moving back into urban areas that are now predominately populated by African Americans and the resulting gentrification and displacement of these black residents.

There goes the neighborhood The Whites are moving in They'll bring their next of kin, oh boy There goes the neighborhood, boy, boy, boy I ain't moving out for no Carol and Bob The inner city is too close to my job And oh, oh, oh, it doesn't look too good to me

Just as they did in “Minimum Wage”, the lyrics to “Neighborhood” make the best of the speaker’s reality by finding a silver lining in the inner city being close to one’s workplace, despite the poor conditions of both when compared to the opportunities of affluent, middle-class suburbs. This somewhat jocular indignation about white society attempting to reclaim African American neighborhoods is a refusal on the part of The Bus Boys to be recolonized after finally gaining a pittance of independence. Salaam recognizes this type of rallying cry as a key component of GBM. “The social and aesthetic significance of GBM is very precisely its warrior stance in the face of the status quo and its healing force for the victims of colonialization. Ultimately, the best of our music helps us resist colonization and reconstruct ourselves whole and healthy” (Salaam 375). The idea of being “whole” in terms of one’s identity as an American and human being with full civil rights is the subject of “KKK”. In the lyrics, The Bus Boys describe the inequity by which African Americans have been allowed to serve their country in warfare for centuries and yet are still denied other fundamental opportunities. If true equality is possible, the song speculates humorously, perhaps African Americans will break down all exclusive barriers in their way, including those surrounding membership in the Ku Klux Klan.

If I can fight in Vietnam If I am good to Uncle Sam If I am good to join the war Fellas, please don’t close the door I am bigger than a nigger Wanna be an all-American man Wanna join the Klu Klux Klan And play in a rock & roll band

This plea to be regarded equally is as much one on behalf of African American society to an unjust United States as it is one on the part of an African American band in a white-dominated industry built on the innovation of black musicians. The Bus Boys arrival on the popular music scene marked them as a significant minority voice in a rather homogenous genre. The Bus Boys’ outspoken humor and combining of traditional musical elements with current trends was indeed timely. The Allmusic review of their album explains their significance as early purveyors of a more modern sound in rock music:

“One of the first African-American groups to emerge to national prominence in the new wave scene, the BusBoys were willing to embrace the contradictions and confront the stereotypes that faced black musicians playing what had come to be known as "white" music…the music was certainly prescient, blending straight-ahead rock & roll and old- school R&B with George Clinton-esque absurdity and harmonies and new wave synthesizer squeals”. (Deming)

Much like their forebears from the early days of rock and roll, The Bus Boys contributions are somewhat overlooked today. Much like their forebears as well, the controversial ideas presented within The Bus Boys’ music may have garnered attention but ultimately made only a temporary impact to be overlooked for more whitewashed alternatives.

Salaam postulates that the inherent nature of change is a key component of Great Black Music. Although The Bus Boys’ Minimum Wage Rock & Roll has faded into obscurity over the past forty years, it remains a strong example of GBM for its pushing the limitations of rock and roll and serving as an honest, humorous and humanizing African American voice of rebellion.

BTW -- I had no idea that the Bus Boys were not only still active but had made a totally awesome and obviously relevant album just last year

Here's the single that proves it.

Thanks, Tommy.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Closed for Monkey Business

Regular posting resumes tomorrow. And BTW, the piece I'm puttng up will blow your tiny mind.

Also, after Blue, Joni Mitchell became a pretentious putz parody of an artiste. Which has nothing to do with tomorrow's post, but I feel the need to mention it.

Monday, July 19, 2021

Slippery When Wet

Please enjoy -- from their splendid just released EP -- veteran NYC rockers Diamond Dupree and the kick ass title track "Cool Smooth and Easy."

I had the great good fortune to be playing bass and piano on said song; in retrospect, I think it's the hardest-rocking thing I've ever been involved with. Kind of a cross between Little Richard and The Yardbirds, which is kinda cool.

I should add that DD frontman and old friend Rafael Fuentes actuallly owns both the guitar on the cover and that amazing hand-cranked portable record player from the 40s. Both of which are also kinda cool.

I should also add that you can get the aforementioned EP over at Amazon HERE.

Friday, July 16, 2021

Weekend Listomania: Special "Hot Licks" Edition

[I originally posted a version of this in 2007, back when the world and this blog were young. I've done some obligatory rewriting, and I've swapped out some of the choices for other songs, in an attempt to disprove the fact that I'm the slacker I demonstrably am. But I think the results are pretty entertainining in any event. Enjoy! -- S.S.]

Well, it's Friday and you know what that means. Yes, my Oriental manservant Hop-Sing and I are off to Hollywood, where we've wangled cameo roles as torturees in a forthcoming episode of the Neflix revival of 24. Apparently, we're going to have to cross some sort of picket line, but as far as I'm concerned those rich writers are just greedheads. I mean, really -- does Aaron Sorkin really need a better royalty deal for the Criterion Blu-ray Edition of A Few Good Men? Feh.

So posting by moi will be necessarily sporadic for a while.

But in my absence, here's a fun project for us all to contemplate:

Best Guitar Break -- or Breaks -- on a Rock Record in Which Said Breaks are Under Two Minutes Long

You know -- the most succinct, the most melodic, the most inventive, the most menacing, the most technically accomplished -- however you define a great guitar break.

Yeah, yeah, I can already hear the harrumphing -- because of the time constraint, this list is necessarily going to be skewed towards (mostly) out and out pop records. Which means that a lot of stuff by a lot of my faves (Richard Thompson, for example, who I think is pound for pound the greatest rock guitarist ever) and a lot of yours (Duane Allman or Stevie Ray Vaughan, perhaps?) can't qualify.

That being the case, may I simply say to both you and me --- tough titties.

Okay -- here's my reasonably well considered Top Ten.

10. James Burton (Ricky Nelson) -- Hello Mary Lou

Rockabilly guitar doesn't get any better. (Also: Moah cowbell!)

9. Pete Townshend (The Who) -- The Kids Are Alright

[This one's my favorite, partly because it's gorgeous in its minimalism, but mostly because it was edited out of both the American versions -- single and album -- back in the day. Why? Somebody at the American record company thought the feedback was a mistake. Hahahahahahahaha...]

8, Either Keith Richards or Brian Jones (The Rolling Stones) -- The Last Time

[Honorable mention: Keith on the faster than the speed of light solo on "She Said Yeah."]

7. Dave Edmunds (With Brinsley Schwarz) -- Let It Rock

I can't tell you how many hours I spent learning all those licks.

6. Paul Kossoff (Free) -- All Right Now

If there's a more beautifully structured single-note blues rock solo ever committed to a recording medium, I haven't heard it.

5. Neil Young -- Cinnamon Girl

'Nuff said.

4. Roger McGuinn (The Byrds) -- I'll Feel a Whole Lot Better

[honorable mention: "Eight Miles High," which may clock in over two minutes]

3. John Lennon (The Beatles) -- You Can't Do That

Yeah. He was just a rhythm player.

2. Elliot Randall (Steely Dan) -- Reelin' in the Years

I can't think of better guitar work on a commercial pop hit.

And the most awesome short form guitar on a rock record obviously is...

1. Tom Verlaine (Television) -- See No Evil

Verlaine. Sheesh. Also Richard Lloyd, but he isn't playing the solo.

Alrighty then -- what would YOUR choices be?

And have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Byrds of a Feather

So as attentive readers are aware, I've been in an avian mood of late, for obvious reasons. And as I noted on Tuesday, Byrds founder (and architect of their sound) Roger McGuinn just turned 79.

On a less happy note, the great bluegrass fiddler Byron Berline (a frequent Byrds collaborator) passed away last Saturday. And on this day in 1973, the Byrds great guitarist Clarence White was run over and killed by a drunk driver as he was loading his amp into the back of his car in the parking lot of The Troubador.

In their honor, I thought I'd repost something I originally put up last year. To wit: through the miracle of studio magic, a recording of me playing bass and singing with those guys on their classic "Tulsa County."

For those keeping score at home, I found an incomplete Byrds version of the song on YouTube, and thought it would be cool to dub my parts on to it. It was originally gonna be included on the just released Floor Models Byrds tribute album -- now available on various digital platforms, with Amazon coming any minute now -- but ultimately we thought the legal hurdles would be insurmountable. And also that it might piss Roger off.

In any event, enjoy. And may the surviving Byrds fly forever.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

Closed for Monkey Business

Hey -- I posted twice yesterday, so cut me some slack.

New music postings resume tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

It's Roger McGuinn's 79th Birthday

This man changed my life in unfathomable ways.

As every attentive reader here already knows.

And this is the music -- i.e., him on Rickenbacker 12-string -- that did it.

Seriously -- there is no more beautiful sound occuring in nature than that.

Words fail me. And how lucky am I that I actually got to interview him back in the day a couple of times. And see his band in small venues.

Okay, This is Getting Ridiculous. And By This, I Mean These Two Kids.

The Mona Lisa Twins and their brand new cover of S&G's "Sound of Silence."

Seriously, I'm beginning to think these kids can do anything.

And now that I'm on the subject, what I wouldn't give for a video of them covering "The Kids Are Alright."

Monday, July 12, 2021

Songs I Absolutely Adore By Artists I Generally Otherwise Don't Care For (An Occasional Series)

From 1989, please enjoy Aerosmith and the official version of "Janie's Got a Gun."

I can't tell you how much I dislike Aerosmith as a rule. Basically, the best you can say about them is that they're a pretentious version of The Yardbirds crossed with a slicker, irony-free version of The New York Dolls with a flag of their collective dick up front.

That said, the above record is a masterpiece. Great music mated to an extremely well-written lyic about a serious subject.

I should add that Liv Tyler just turned 44. Yipes. I should also add that I was hoping to post the incredible version of said song the band did on SNL, but I couldn't find it.

Friday, July 09, 2021

Songs I Absolutely Adore By Artists I Generally Otherwise Don't Care For (An Occasional Series)

From 1992, please enjoy Annie Lennox and her insanely great "Walking on Broken Glass."

Lennox basically does nothing for me. I kinda vaguely liked her remake of "I Only Want to Be With You" as The Tourists in 1979, but other than that, her stardom stuff with Eurythmics and her subsequent solo hits put me to sleep.

The above, however, is an absolute masterpiece. It's like what would have happened had Mozart written and produced a great 60s soul/r&b record.

Have a great weekend, everybody!!!

Thursday, July 08, 2021

The Coolest Person on Earth (An Occasional Series)

Benadryl Cumberbund and "Uptown Funk."

Oh, sorry. That's Benedict Cumberbatch.

But he's still the coolest person on Earth.

Wednesday, July 07, 2021

You Know, Some Days I Really Miss Tom Petty

Not being snarky -- I really do. Hell, I cried for ten minutes when I heard the news of his passing.

In any event, that clip -- which I hadn't seen before last week -- is pretty much the best all-star performance ever. Enjoy.

Tuesday, July 06, 2021

Well, This is Cute

Which is to say here's a very nice (unsolicited) plug for the new Floor Models tribute album to The Byrds, lovingly titled In-Flyte Entertainment, over at a website -- Poprock Record -- heretofore unknown to me.

Author Dennis Pilon goes on to say:

For those of us who can’t get enough of the Bryds, a very special record is due out soon from an exquisite jangle-friendly band, The Floor Models. You can get a taste of their fab back catalogue from the 2012 retrospective HERE.

But here I want you to enjoy their indie-fied version of “Lady Friend,” a teaser from their soon-to-be-released album, In Flyte Entertainment: A Tribute to the Byrds.

I thank you, Dennis.

And BTW, you can read more stuff by Dennis over at that Poprock Record website HERE.