Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I had no idea that cars were so expensive in Pueblo!
A foreign (Finnish?) safety film - heavily influenced by Monty Python.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
My only question is, what is our government doing to protect us from this latest scourge? Soon, every red-blooded American statue and car windshield will be in jeopardy! We must not loose the Guano Race!
(I will remind folks that B. F. Skinner was manipulating pigeons on the cheap about 60 years ahead of our Maoist friends... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_Pigeon )
Monday, February 26, 2007
A nice article about something many of you younger folks will never get to experience - going down to the "Sacred Store" (as Don McLean referred to it) and listening to, hunting for, and talking about music. I wouldn't trade my years there for anything, and I suspect those of you who were with me, or at another store, feel similarly. There's something very cool about an independent record shop. I could go on for a long time telling you why, but you either know already, or never will. Too bad they're almost all gone - just like independent radio.
So thanks to Erik for passing on this link to me, and a hello to him and the rest of the clerks, fanatics, aficionados, musicians, refugees and scholars who might be reading this - Pete, Doug, Mathew, Carol, Charlotte, Richard, Jane, Karl, Sarah, Deb, Geof, Randy, Chris, Paul, Stella, Andrew, Vanessa and Missy!!!
One of my fave tunes from '70. This is one of those songs I really shouldn't be referring to in February - this is a song for a hot summer afternoon.
A solid band who were, I think, the only white guys signed to Holland/Dozier/Holland's Hot Wax label. Great album.
Great pop/soul song. Spring of '69. My brother would play this all the time. It's off a fun album, too.
There were Giants in those days...
Nick Danger on YouTube!!!!!
regional Renfests coming up
Sunday, February 25, 2007
When I first heard this from my brother-in-law, I smelled "urban legend". But lo and behold - it's true! Check this out before you do file your income tax.
Why do I think this will just be one more gee-gaw to hurl on the pile of spears of Longius, true crosses, shrouds, bleeding/crying/wetting statues, burial tombs/urns/sarcophagi/caves, and sacred skulls/femurs/hangnails.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Great band and song. Very early 80's...
A nice light soul tune from the early 70's. Freda is another artist who never got as far as she should have.
Great song! Essential.
Always thought she'd break through in this country, oh well...
Grasping, lying, worthless old dirt bag...
I suppose they charge extra...
They got a nice write up in today's Post, and apparently they carry Stone brews...
A classic case...
(has a nice mention of The Call of Cthulhu film too!)
Happy Pully Lug Day!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Love the song, but the video is pretty bloated. (And yes, that's the former Mrs. Springsteen in it...)
One of my fave tunes. Very under-rated band...
Feeling old and tired today...
I wish I had as few probelms in my life as these dudes obviously do...
Even the pups at the Post have figured it out!
Everyone's favorite mad laboratory assistant!
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
A weird, strange, silly, rare recording each day!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Why does it have to be Rye? I hate that stuff...
Great tune. Summer of '69...
Classic. (I think I caught this tour...).
Great power pop. Shoulda been a hit...
I always loved this group. Brit Invasion Proto Punk.
This will not be satire by next year...
Be All That You Can Be
Thank goodness they vote Republican! It'd be a shame if Liberals and Leftists were treated this poorly!
And so, as predicted, the Market has reared its head with satellite radio. Just like its terrestrial father, it is now dominated by one company, and just like Daddy, it will lure customers in and then shave playlists, going for whatever the lowest common profit denominator is perceived to be. Corporate priorities don't care whether you have an antenna or a dish, to receive the signal. The market and how companies deal with it don't change just because the technology does. The fact that you're conned into paying money to hear the same stuff is just gravy.
I once again urge folks to check out Internet radio - run by hobbyists, fanatics, oddballs, and scholars. That's where the action is...
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Cliff, I'm Sorry
You never like to see a friend take a hit. And the farther you go back the harder it is. Cliff and I go back...
I wish you better times...
(Thanks for the link, Edmund!)
I will leave it up to others amongst you to gauge the accuracy of this poll, (I try to stay away from theological debates...)
(Hey Ralph, any chance of seeing this on the menu soon?)
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Before the rot set in... The theme to one of my fave movies, Harold & Maude.
A great Dick Cavett show! That's Joni standing by him during the introduction and David Crosby off to the side with a tambourine. The day after Woodstock.
Defenses against cavalry charges and trench warfare planned in near future.
Friday, February 16, 2007
It was on a night much like tonight (icy and cold as could be), about 28 years ago that my friend Cliff invited me over to his apartment in Arlington. There was a VFW Hall about a half mile away and it had been rented out to a local punk band of note called the Nurses to perform in. We hiked through the icy streets and joined about 30 or 40 other rock'n'roll stalwarts to watch the show in the little bar room of the hall. There was an opening act whom I'd never heard of called Tru Fax & The Insaniacs. They blew me away. I barely remember the Nurses performance.
Part of it was the atmosphere, I'm sure. The concept of small groups of people enjoying music close up has always been close to my heart. But this band was just so neat. The lead vocalist, Diana Quinn had a clear voice, (a bit like Debbie Harry's), that combined a certain innocence with enthusiasm and even a bit of scepticism; and the band played a raucous sound based on a lot of mid to late 60's tunes. In addition, the covers were all obscure pop culture references - the Mystery Date commercial jingle & Olive Oil's dream song of running for President. You could hear all these cool pop footnotes amid sounds combining the Monkees, the Velvets, the Ramones,and a hundred other bands. It was a great evening. One of my faves.
I saw them again several times, each one a small treasure. Probably their most famous song became something of a mini-theme for late 70's DC - "Washingtron". It, along with the Urban Verbs first album captures the era nicely. They released on LP long ago, (never reissued on CD) and broke up years back, though Quinn still performs regularly in the area. You can catch up with her here: http://www.muddypaws.com/
I bring this up for several reasons, the first is just because it was a fun time and a great band, and I'd hate the memory to be lost forever. The second is because I hope such things happen today. It's been many years since I went to clubs or hiked around to little impromptu shows, and the gods know I have no use for modern radio. But I hope that young people still have opportunities, if they so choose, to strike out from all the corporate crap and the huge packaged stadium tours and see what rock'n'roll really is. A spark of fun/rebellion/identity on a cold Winter night.
Hard to believe it's been over 22 years. Harder to believe what she sang about didn't come to pass. This is the German version, the preferred language when dancing to the End of the World. But I still hear Shiva tapping his toe...
Wow, '74 memories of smoky nights in horrid bars on 14th Street and Wisconsin Avenue. Life was shorter then...
I know that I'm alone in this, but I firmly believe this to be a soundtrack for the silent film, Nosferatu...
Welcome back Baby, to the poor side of town....
It is interesting that our allegedly elected leaders view helping travel consumers out as an interference in the operation of a business. I'm not an expert on criminal law, but back in my retail days, if I'd locked the store and prevented customers from leaving, just on a power-trip whim, I'm almost positive I'd be arrested and charged with something along the lines of kidnapping and false imprisonment. Being in Virginia, I'd probably be facing the death penalty. Yet, according to Congress, if I call myself an airline official, I can do so with impunity, and it's considered a "business decision", not to be interferred with by government officials. Following this line of logic, the airlines could also rob, rape and murder you on the plane. All would be business decisions on a par with kidnapping and false imprisonment. I could make arguments for each one being to the benefit of the current crop of visigoths running the airline industry.
Linda and I are considering a short trip to Chicago later on this year. We're honestly debating whether it's easier to drive the 700+ miles, rather than subject ourselves to airlines now on a par with a rowing galley from Ben Hur. My last trip to O'Hare resulted in delayed luggage going in and a hassle-filled flight cancellation going out. Against all that I have to weigh the coma-inducing boredom of the Ohio Turnpike. It's a close call.
I'm not sure how satire can possibly survive, given how people think/act these days...
Thursday, February 15, 2007
It's interesting how the airlines have evolved in my lifetime, from something almost fancy to an industry somewhat below that of the old interstate bus lines. One can argue that it's deregulation, market forces, etc., I suppose. But if it is market forces, they've been awfully ineSome of my experiences have left me wondering if the employees are actually trained to treat me like shit. I particularly remember one time checking in at Phoenix and coming away wondering why Osama had felt it necessary to recruit saudis to blow up our airlines; after the way I was treated, I was prepared to do it, gratis.
I, for one, think it's mighty nice of Metro to take time out from sabotaging the subway system to train their drivers to stop murdering us...
For me, one of the quintessential New Orleans R&B songs. I can't help but smile and tap my foot whenever hearing it. I love this song.
I always loved this tune...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Beautiful. Fulfilled the potential of George Harrison's dream of incorporating Indian instruments with Western music. A great album and several singles. Sheila Chandra went on to a moderately successful solo career. The other musicians formed a less than succesful group called the Ganges Band. Their first 12" single came with a hand drawn cover and a stick of incense. (Missy - it's fabulously rare!)
Ah, '68... The world seemed to be falling apart, and along came one of the sweetest songs...
Poor recording, great band and song.
Actually, most of this doesn't sound very appetizing to me, particularly the prices! Virginia Gentleman still sounds like your best bet...
Watch for the last kick...
(Thanks for the link, Sandy!)
(Thanks for the link, Mike!)
I don't know anything about this, not even the guy's name. I presume he's singing in Russian (can anyone of you Russophiles confirm that?). The vocal range is pretty extraordinary.
A genius. One of my faves. I still listen to recordings of his old radio shows. Benny's comedy was superb and unique. He was the master of the long pause and (along with Groucho) the nod to the audience. He was also one of the few comedians whose routine involved his assistant getting the laugh. Essential.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
One sees more and more about this online and in the various science reporting sites. I have mixed opinions about various aspects and predictions, but it is all quite interesting. I suggest folks check out Infidel753's site at http://www.infidel753.blogspot.com/ for a lot more articles and links.
Fantastic song. The archetypal Doo-Wop tune. I seem to remember a poll taken amongst the pop cognoscenti at Goldmine Magazine - this would be the SERIOUS fans, the real collectors, etc. And 'Night came in as #1 best song of all time. Essential.
A great song from a vastly under-rated and forgotten album. One of my favorite song titles. (That's Mighty Max on drums...)
Great droning neo-psychedelia. Relax your mind and float down stream...
A beautiful version. I'm coming around to the belief that this should be the National Anthem...
Monday, February 12, 2007
I've not checked, but suspect this will have little impact on schools - I doubt they've reopened since our >1" "blizzard" of last week. Wussies. I don't know why they even bother to schedule classes between Thanksgiving and Easter...
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Creator of the Monster Mash!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Friday, February 09, 2007
Sad, I regret never getting up there to see it.
I know it's a serious subject, but somehow "I Was A Bunny For The SS" keeps popping into my mind...
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Can you imagine what the autopsy is going to be like? What killed her? My gods, it'd be easier to ask what didn't kill her! They're gonna have to check through the entire Periodic Chart just to match her liver's chemistry. Love Canal is gonna look like Ewell Gibbon's garden compared to this woman's body chemistry. The new compounds discovered will dwarf anything the Amazon has to offer to biochemistry and pharmaceutical research!
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
A great rendition of a wonderful old Jonathan Richman song, by one of DC's finest. The original was essential listening in the late 70's for anyone going over 50mph down Route 1 from Hybla Valley southward to the wilderness of Pohick and beyond. (Franconia and Braddock Roads were also good...)
One of the first, and most famous music videos, ever. Watch the parking meters!
I have read reasonably authoritative texts and interviews that state this song is NOT about Virginia in the mid 70's. I couldn't care less. This song IS about Virginia back then..
(This is another of those tunes that it's difficult to listen to without semi-consciously smelling a sweet haze and tasting Mateuse or bad Scotch...).
One of the last great bubblegum songs of the 60's.
I'm not sure why they never broke in America.
life in DC
But Fairfax County schools are closed - probably until June. We are raising a generation of weenies. While growing up, I really did have to listen to my folks talk of trudging through feet of snow to get to school. Something I certainly never experienced. But I never thought I'd be braying away to the younger generation that I'd had to "struggle" through over half an inch of the stuff! The five or six inches we'd overcome must seem Himalayan to today's rugged ten year olds.
Of course, DC itself is a different story - there the schools are closed because there's no heat, that money having been long-since drained away into the private coffers of the bureaucracy. If you're cold, just go over to a superintendent's house, he'll have the furnace well stoked with tax dollars.
I'm told that PG County's schools are also closed, this will allow their police force to practice on smaller and faster moving targets than normal.
It's a Winter Wonderland!
Nice geography lesson in British pop music.
(Thanks for the link, Erik!)
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Another memory flogger - Spring of '74...playing poor pinball and eating the worst pizza ever at Electric Circus down in the bowels of Route 1 and Hybla Valley; parking behind St. Agnes school at night; gray skies and moods to match; Rick's birthday party. What a bacchanal. Was in Colorado for Spring break, flew home early just to make the party. Got into Dulles and then home about 6; just enough time to change clothes and hitch a ride with Edmund to the festivities. I'm exhausted, but always a professional. It's held in a penthouse out at Skyline, secured by some drug connection of Rick's. Loads of people, loads of stuff to consume. I remember sharing a beer and cigar with the doorman; trying to make time with some girl while trying to avoid another, must have been two dozen gate crashers - mean guys and tough women. Midnight we closed shop. Empties everywhere. Could of made a fortune on the recycling fees. Ended up continuing the party at Ron's house. The gods alone know how or when I got home. Maybe I never did.
Another fave by one of the most intelligent lyricists in pop. Frozen nights in Gtown in '76. Possibilities and failures crowd in and compete. Zombies at Pall Malls, steak tartar at Cafe de Paris, slinking along the canal after last call...
One of my faves. Spiral descent. Feel the Power of the Dark Side, Luke... ;)
(I know I've sent this out to a bunch of you before, but I love this clip!)
It is always interesting to me to see what different folks' lives are like. And sometimes depressing too. But this is nicely written, and anyone who worked in a music store or a hotel will be able to identify quickly with it.
(Thanks for the link, Erik!)
Murderous diaper wearing kidnapper astronauts - yup, my kinda town! Remember what REM said about Rockville:
Obviously, we're planning trailer parks in space...
Monday, February 05, 2007
(Thanks for the link, Mathew!)
This is so cool! I'd love to have these guys put "SURRENDER DOROTHY" above the Mormon Temple on Georgia Avenue!
(Thanks for the link, Mathew!)
Summer of '69 - I've always loved this limp little tune. And never knew they performed it in a film, (apparently centered around the most boring looking bar this side of Kansas).
Actually, I thought this was now generally acknowledged, at least as a strong possibility, due to the excavation of some tombs over there.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
It's probable most of you have never heard of this band, unless you worked in a record store around late '80; but for about 5 minutes, it looked like they were going to be the "next big thing". Don't know what happened. Oh well, I liked 'em...
At last! I can find room for that new easy chair!
The data on Allied morale immediately following D-Day does not surprise me, nor do I find it particularly worrisome under the circumstances. But I am struck by the reports of battle racism in the Allied High Command, how it attained prominence over who would liberate Paris and when, and the Rube Goldberg efforts to make it so. Despite the documentation listed, I still find it improbable and wonder if we are getting the whole story, or rather a cover for a much more accurate tale. The implication that the French had NO choice as to what any of their units were doing at any given time and could be shipped* around with impunity by the Anglo Americans like so many dumb chess pieces doesn't sound right at all to me.
I wonder if someone owed someone else a favor, or wanted to get back at someone else, maybe even for the pettiest of reasons. It's well known that the Anglo Americans didn't think much of De Gaulle, nor he of them. Different folks had different "favorite generals" on the French side whom they'd promote for power, etc. (the Free French were riven with factions, some of them murderous competitors). I think there's more to this story, and a tidy racism was seen as a nice explanation for more personal or political purposes.
*Allied transport and logistics isn't generally considered the most romantic or dramatic aspect of the war - but it's how we won! And troop transport was ALWAYS a big concern and everyone always demanded more, and there was never enough to go around etc. etc. So the idea that an entire armored division is going to be shipped to a new theatre of operations just to make sure some Senegalese doesn't get to see the Eiffel Tower sounds VERY weak to me. Access to shipping was like GOLD.
Billy Henderson, RIP
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Ah, the Autumn of '71 - such chaos, such experiences, such promise! And this was the soundtrack for it. It was inescapable at the time - thank goodness! "Every Picture Tells A Story" is essential in any serious pop music collection. It's one of those records that even today I can come home, pop it on the stereo and be thoroughly moved and entertained by something that sounds as fresh now as it did 35 years ago. And what we have here is one of the best rock vocalists singing one of the best songs off of one of the best albums ever, and backed by one of the best rock bands - ever. Simply classic.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Of course all the social nannies are up in arms, (the really interesting thing is that the attached photo would imply that it's duckpin bowling! I didn't think that existed North of Pennsylvania!)
Nice performance by a great bar band.
Friday, February 02, 2007
The Dunwich Horror...
I think she's really going out on a limb with this proposal. She needs to put her best foot forward and start toeing the line. She also should avoid kneedless surgery and other such tendon-cies.
(I know, I know, I'm going to hell....)
A True Gamesman.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
From the Monterey Pop Festival. One of the great occult themed pop songs...
I'd think this would be prohibitvely expensive...
One of the greatest song writing teams in pop history. Brilliant.