MC5 fans who may not be aware should check out Fred Smith’s next band of note, Sonic’s Rendezvous Band, which included Stooges drummer. There’s a concert version of this on youtube, but the singing is pretty much inaudible, so I post this version. Album is from 1978. You might call this high-energy rock.
Finally I think I understand the current controversy in Britain:
The Sunday Times has learnt that as the future of Alistair Darling, the chancellor, hung in the balance, a succession of cabinet ministers and backbenchers lobbied the prime minister to keep him in his post, leaving Brown fearing more resignations if he pressed ahead with his plan to promote Balls.
Great parody. My starry-eyed, fresh-from-college, idealist, 6th grade English teacher played the original “Desiderata” for us in ’72. My big brother played this for me a couple years later. Always regretted that I never had a chance to play this back at Miss Rupp, just to see her reaction.
I sometimes imagine what it might have been like to be, say, 19 years old in 1956 (year of my auspicious birth roughly nine months after the death of Albert Einstein, proof conclusive that I am his reincarnation), smoking weedy and seedy Tennessee green with some dude named Bob Denver visiting his aunt and uncle in Philly, and discovering Kovacs as Percy. A bit of wikistory:
“During one of his NBC shows, Kovacs was appearing as his inept magician character Matzoh Heppelwhite. The sketch called for the magician to frequently hit a gong, which was the signal for a sexy female assistant to bring out a bottle and shot glass for a quick snort of alcohol. Stagehands substituted real liquor for the iced tea normally used for the gag. The look on Ernie’s face upon taking the first shot was priceless, as he realized (correctly) that he would likely be called upon to drink a shot of liquor for each successive gong. But Kovacs pressed on with the sketch, and was quite inebriated by the end of the show. On another occasion, while doing his “Percy Dovetonsils” character, he found that his drink contained a live fish.”
Ernie Kovaks is one of those very vague memories in the back of my mind that I guess comes from some exposure to his show when I was 3 or 4 years old. These old clips still seem weird and slightly creepy to me. It’s possible that they did permanent psychological damage. Something did!
If you have a CD on the shelf you only use it when you hear it, otherwise it sits there, so you really don’t own the music, you own some plastic. Music may or may not happen depending on how your little ear bones vibrate.
So in the future when the full catalog of recordings is at our finger tips you should be charged like half a penny for 10 minutes of listening, not “owning” a particular song. A charge for tapping into the flow of a river for a drink. I dunno. I’m a crackpot.
or not charged, like with radio except you pick the song you want to hear, and then they throw a ad spot at you after a few songs, a la pandora but if you want to hear a certain song “right now”, you may do so. Pandora with more immediate control.
Kill the RIAA with universal voter campaign contribution credits. In my world we have campaign finance reform that meets the SCOTUS free speech requirements. It was bequeathed by a Yeti-Chewbacca Hybrid.
Kyuss was a band from Death Valley, California, Josh Homme was a 17 year old prodigy in the band, they kind of turned into The Queens of the Stone Age, a vehicle for Josh Homme’s casual virtuosity. “Songs for the Deaf” and “Rated R” are pretty perfect rock records. Nick Oliveri, the bass player and squealer, is off and on in the band due to a his heroin habit, that I believe now he’s kicked again. Anyway, QofSA have I think four albums, tons of variety, especially on Songs and Rated R. “Era Vulgaris” their last album reminds me a lot of a band that did a one off a few years ago, “Death From Above 1974″, it’s a classic 2000s eponymous release that inspired an equally awesome re-mix album. I also like Isis a lot. Check them out.
The Zappa Catalog is kind of scary for newbies, the re-mastered live recordings help people appreciate Zappa more immediately. Zappa is a God. Zappa Plays Guitar is as good as place as any to start. No doubt. I think I have 40+ Zappa “recordings”, I need to make more time for Frank this week. It should be perfect cause I’m going to Doctor Mengela’s dental surgery clinic to have the rest of my “wisdom” tooths pulled out with what must be a rusty pair of pliers. I dunno I’m too busy space truckn’.
I was born in 1973, but I had older brothers on of whom was a sax man, they were into a lot of obscure bands, and so that’s what I heard growing up, a lot of very different stuff that most people didn’t access pre-internet. Too many people get stuck on genres, only metal, only rap, only KROQ style alternative rock, I’m not a musicians but I take their advice on what’s good, and they are more eclectic then say my buddies from 7th grade. End product,
Peorgie, do these guys rate? Seldom-heard-these-days UK jazz rock from 1970. I discovered them only 6 mos ago. They put out 5 great albums 1970-72, but couldn’t find an audience. Everyone was too busy listening to jam bands instead.
I’d just like to remind everyone that Andrew Sullivan, the blogger that is wrong about everything, all the time, forever, recently accused David Neiwert, right-wing inflitraitor blogger extraordinaire, of being over the top and hysterical. The former was awarded the ironic Michael Moore award by the latter for having the gall to suggest that radical conservatives might decide to take matters into their own hands and gun down some high-profile liberals.
Well, whoopsie-daisy! Looks like some fuckhead in Wichita decided to blow away Tiller, a semi-famous late-term abortion doctor, in a Lutheran church! Guess the right really is getting violent, huh.
Of course, this means that Andrew “Not Nearly Gay Enough for Women’s Rights” Sullivan is wrong again. I wonder when Neiwert is going to get his Atlantic spot?
“A leading light in the Canterbury scene, starting back in early 60s as bassist with The Daevid Allen Trio, alongside drummer Robert Wyatt. He was also a founder member of the Wilde Flowers and in 1968 Hopper joined the legendary Soft Machine, staying with the band until 1973. Later he would go on to play with Stomu Yamash’ta’s East Wind, Gary Boyle’s Isotope, Carla Bley Band, Hopper/Dean/Tippett & Gallivan, In Cahoots, Pip Pyle’s Equip’Out to name but a few. Hopper was a wonderfully gifted bass player and equally gifted song-writer…
Hugh, who had been ill for over a year sadly he has lost his battle against LeUKaemia on Sunday. Our thoughts go to his family and close friends.”
“After Against Me! left, with the indie rock and the punk kids gone, it was time for the aggressive metalheads to take the floor. Mastodon took to the stage as violently as their sound would expect. They are a jazz-oriented (read: technically complex) heavy metal/hardcore band with a penchant for meaty riffs, rapid drumming and violent fans. As soon as they took to the stage, a huge pit opened up, and the metal kids started beating each other senseless. Karate moves abound, it was almost as captivating as watching the shredding onstage. Both were relentless. Devil’s horns galore, the crowd were having a great time…and then I was sucked in.
About three-quarters of the way through the hour-long set, I was standing stage left, about halfway out into the crowd, which ended up being at the outer fringe of the metal/hardcore pit, when a large, muscular man threw me into the pit. He took me by my wrist and twisted; I spun to the epicenter of the inferno. As soon as I was oriented and about to walk out of the pit, a tall, skinny man with a metal t-shirt took his shoulder and rammed it into my chest. My glasses flew off, and I landed on my back and head, with my wrist underneath me.
I do not remember exactly what happened next, though I think I was hoisted upright by the fans behind me. I couldn’t stand up (that I remember) and security must have been alerted. The next thing I know, I am hovering above the crowd on the shoulders of four CSS Security men, looking at the wide eyes of the people there to see Mastodon. I hung my head in shame, but I still could not see anyway; my glasses were gone forever. They let me off at the back corner, where the VIP gets to sit. I was walked (I still couldn’t under my own power) by three other security men to an area behind the stage, where they brought me to an EMT, who examined me after asking for identification. I refused to go to the hospital, but accepted ice for my wrist. Listening to the performance in behind me, it was as if nothing had happened; the same meaty riffs, the same guttural cheers from macho men boomed in the venue.
I was let out from behind the stage after the set was over and the house lights were on. Remember, I still had no glasses, and I could see blurs all around me, but nothing in any detail. Until I was kicked out of Roseland, I looked for those glasses. They were nowhere to be found, so I walked the streets of New York City unable to see, clutching a ziplock bag filled with ice and, in the very least, a set of mostly pleasing memories from a diverse bill that will hopefully hand me a bill of health entirely more clean. ”
I really don’t care for most metal either. I maybe listen to three metal bands, Isis might be more up your alley. But, having said that, a metal record is still going to be a metal record. I think Mastodon is really the only band progressing the form.
I really can’t believe anyone one who likes rock n’roll can’t appreciate Leviathan. It’s a classic record. But if you don’t like the form, then you’ll not like it. I doubt you appreciate Def Jux, and other contraptions we youngsters prefer as medium. Some times you have to just fucking rock. Dillinger Escape Plan and Opeth have similar level chops, but are more obtuse. I don’t really listen to them. I find Isis and Mastodon drawing me back for repeat listens, and a DVD I saw about Mastodon in the studio really connected me to the sounds, because you saw how much effort goes into it all. It took me a long time to get used to growls. I still prefer crooning over metal a la QofSTA. Mastodon is the next Metallica, who was the next Iron Maiden, I do see evolution in the form. But if you aren’t ready to really let go of inhibitions, Mastodon is not for you. Radiohead is the best band in the world. I just like to be challenged, to a point.