Somewhere in the Swamps of Jersey

From 1970, and the just released Springstreen compilation Chapter and Verse, please enjoy the Future Boss and various other Asbury Park reprobates and "He's Guilty (The Judge Song)."

Kind of Humble Pie-ish, which is not really my cup of tea, but pretty good in a period piece sort of way.

Incidentally, due to advancing age, I can't read the small print musician credits in the CD booklet, but unless I'm going deaf as well as blind, that sounds like Vinnie Lopez on drums to me.

Have a great weekend, evewrybody.

Existential Slacker Thursday

Regular posting resumes tomorrow.

The Kids Are Alright

So Monday night, being sensible people, we watched Hillary grinding The Donald into little Trump meatballs with the sound off.

But when our old pal and bandmate Ronnie D'Addario's rock star kids came on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, we cranked it.

Both of which worked out rather well.

Nice job, Lemon Twigs.

Closed for Schadenfreude

Still recovering from last night.

Regular posting resumes on the morrow.

Programming Notes From All Over

I am informed that there is some sort of confrontational political event scheduled on the electric teevee machine tonight.

More important -- my old pal and bandmate Ronnie D'Addario (it is he providing the gorgeous background vocals on The Floor Models' "Letter from Liverpool") has two kids who are about to be huge rock stars. Obviously, I hate them.

Here's Ronnie on the gig:

Take a nap during the "debates" and then watch ma boys on The Tonight Show with guest host Jimmy Fallon. Johnny is on vacation AGAIN. And Doc is filling in for Ed.

Sounds like good advice to me.

Words Fail Me...

...other than thanks a million to everybody -- here and at Facebook or via e-mail or phone -- who left me kind messages after mom passed. Seriously -- it meant more to me than you can know.

Mom's funeral is this afternoon.

It's been a long, long week. But regular posting will resume on Monday, if only to get my mind on something else.

Sunny Simels 1920 - 2016

My mom is in the hospital and the outlook is not good.

No blogging for a while.

If It's Monday, It Must Be Separated at Birth!

First, a commercial: Our friend Sal Nunziato, who blogs at the splendid BURNING WOOD and has turned me on to more great music than I can calculate, is having an unofficial fundraiser; if you can see your way to sparing a little disposable income, please do. And consider yourself a patron of the arts.

And now the jokes.

Seriously, Sal used to do a satirical blog called It's Only Mock & Roll; for a sample, get thee to this entry -- BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SELLS NAMING RIGHTS FOR E-STREET BAND-THEMED RESTAURANT and prepare to laugh your ass off.

He also put up a couple of photo yocks which I'm stealing (hence the title of today's post).

For example, who would have suspected the distinct familial resemblance between Kinks' guitarist Dave Davies and the late Talulah Bankhead?

Or between Yes keyboardist Rick Wakeman and legendary First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt?

Not I, said the Little Red Hen.

In any case, thanks to honorary Floor Model and Friend of PowerPop Ronnie D'Addario, here's two new pairings --

Tragic Badfinger guitarist Pete Ham and Mr. Baseball himself, Bob Uecker!

Not to mention Lady Liberty and The King of Rock 'n' Roll.

Hey -- I said these are the jokes. I made no guarantees that they'd be funny.