Hint: It's an old fashioned 12" vinyl LP, and it just became commercially available.
And what is all this stuff...
...that seems to be inside the package in the first picture?
Trust me, all will be revealed tomorrow in the backstory we might title The Musician Whose Name Rhymes With Sleeve Nimels -- Call Home!
...and if you were wondering, with the exception of Craig, who has presence and charisma to burn, it, er, sucked eggs.
I mean, it was godawful -- miserably acted by a large, surprisingly amateurish ensemble cast, and directed by some putz would-be avant-garde auteur who makes a justifiably forgotten asswipe along the lines of Tom O'Horgan seem like Orson Welles.
Basically, it was the contemporary equivalent of a pretentious "experimental" college production of a Shakespeare play from the early 70's. I.e., incoherent trendy cringe-inducing bullshit trying to rip-off the mercifully (lost in the mists of history) Living Theatre. You know -- the kind of crap it was de riegeur to subject yourself to at some downtown dive like La Mama.
And when I say that, I know what I'm talking about, i.e. I was in a couple of those shows back in the day.
In any case, it's all but unwatchable -- if you're in the neighborhood of Broadway, save your money.
Typically, now I just did.
This one, by the great Ian Hunter (who comes from a country where they don't have the problems that we do) seems blindingly apt.
As does this one from Little Steven's first album. (BTW, that's the cosmically great Dino Danelli -- of Rascals fame -- on the stupendous drum part.)
In any event, two superb and obviously relevant tunes, although (granted) a day or two late, and a bitcoin short.
Here's a hint.
You know, it's funny -- I don't think I've ever seen a stage production of Shakespeare's Scottish play. My first exposure to it was on live TV, in 1954, in a celebrated NBC Hallnark Hall of Fame version starring Maurice Evans, who shall we say had a whiff of pork about him...
...but it nevertheless made a profound influence on the young me.
I should add that, obviously, the version I'm gonna see tomorrow -- which stars Daniel Craig, of James Bond fame -- will probably blow my aging mind as well.
I mean, Macbeth played by a guy who looks good in a tux? Wow!
With luck, regular musical stuff resumes on Tuesday.
I can find no information about these babes whatsoever, but whoever they were and whoever produced that record they're alright with me.
For les raisons évidentes.
...and Nobel Prize winning voice of a generation and this week's 81st birthday boy (May 24th) Bob Dylan.
Come to think of it, if I recall correctly, they co-starred in the 60s drive-in classic The Fall of the House of Gary Usher.
Seriously, that's a really pretty record. I gotta say, to my delighted surprise, that this Styles kid is really talented.
Who knew?
