Friday, August 08, 2025


THESE ARE MY FAVORITE EPISODES OF GUNSMOKE---HOWZ'BOUT YOU?????


If I told you once I told you a million times that while I was growing up with my best pal of the day (mainly the television set!)  I found GUNSMOKE one of those tee-vee series that older blue collar types of guys watched 'n no one else! I remember trying to sit through one back when I was heading on into the double-digits but tuned out after a good ten or so minutes I was that bored...dunno if it was because of the more grown-up plots (far from the old "draw, you varmint" variety of old low budget westerns that were made in the thirties) or the fact it wasn't exactly BEWITCHED but I just ignored the series for years. It wasn't until I got older and started to hone my appreciation towards non-har har television that I discovered this series, and with repeated reruns of the early half hour episodes (originally re-packaged for syndication as  MARSHAL DILLON) and the pre-color-era hour longs I finally got the hang of the series. Surprisingly enough I even grew to love it for the way it captured the hard-edged tension and real-life emotional impact of the better series of the day, like DRAGNET for instance. 

Anyway, by the time I had tuned into that one color episode way back when television was limping on only to get rejuvenated by the time the seventies really set in so let's just say that I wasn't exactly starting my GUNSMOKE fandom on the right foot. If those early half-hour ones got run 'round here when I was clocking into my mid-teens I'm sure I would have gotten on the old television "adult" westerns bandwagon a whole lot earlier.

The following are what I would consider my favorite GUNSMOKEs out of a whole batch of them that have kept me satisfied and downright happy these past XXX number of years. Yours might differ and if you have any to add or delete you can always let me know. And as you can tell from my selections I prefer the earlier the better even though there were many throughout the black and white run that I would say were pretty good 'uns even if they didn't happen to make the grade. Not being that familiar with the color episodes even though it was these that seemed to get shown repeatedly for years I didn't include any even though "Island in the Desert" which I mentioned a few months back would have probably made the list had I seen it a few more times and let it soak in deep into my oft-clogged cranium. 

And if there are any of you liberal types out there who think that I only like old television programs such as these because they represent a time when women, blacks, gays and handicapped left-handed Sri Lankans were discriminated against well...once again you're as right as rain! It really amazes me just how astute and digesting of the facts regardless of your own personal prejudices and bigotries some of you people are out there...really!


HOME SURGERY (Season One, Episode Four)-Dillon and Chester come across high-cheekboned  actress Gloria Talbott playing a teenager whose father's got a badly infected leg that needs amputated and like immediately! The hired hand who was supposed to get Doc seems to have just vanished, and Matt is forced to do the honors using the hair from a horse's tail as thread. 

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OBIE TATER (Season One, Episode Five)-Royal Dano definitely made his presence known in screendom playing characters whether sympathetic or not throughout the fifties and beyond (still reelin' from his RIFLEMAN appearance as a mangled Confederate vet who's out for some deadly justice when the Union General responsible for his gross misshapen form happens to end up on McCain's ranch). In this, the first of many GUNSMOKE appearances, Dano sure does swell...show starts out grisly enough when two roughnecks who've heard about Dano/Obie Tater's big California gold strike drag the guy even after Tater tells 'em there's none left, then gets into high gear when one of the upstairs girls as I like to call 'em at the Longbranch starts sending heavy duty romantic spells Tater's way. Dano really gets sucked in heavily by his by-now wife right smack dab into a nightmare that Marshal Dillon sure saw comin' but eh, when you're old 'n ugly any positive vibes from a female are definitely a welcome relief in life ('n don't say """""I""""" should know). 

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GENERAL PARSLEY SMITH (Season One, Episode Eleven)-A Civil War General comes to Dodge warning everyone that the man running the new bank in town is going to abscond with all of their savings. People are beginning to believe him much to the dismay of the bank's president, but when Doc exposes the General as a fraud it looks as if the truth has finally come to light. Or did it?

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REWARD FOR MATT (Season One, Episode Sixteen)-Dillon kills Mr. Stoner after attempting to take him in for murdering a local settler, and now his widow's taking her life's savings of $1000 offering it to anyone who kills the marshal. A cowboy who has a mad on for Dillon is bragging that he just might be the one to do it and a guy streaking through town in his own attempt gets gunned down. It'll take a whole lot more than all of this to get Mrs. Stoner to see the error of her ways.

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TAP DAY FOR KITTY (Season One, Episode Twenty-Two)-Along with Dano and many others soon to be mentioned, John Dehner also dominated the tee-vee and moom pitcher screens of the day and it wasn't like he was exactly a rarity when it came to Westerns. Here he plays Nip Cullers, a particularly unaware sixty-plus goofy looking country bumpkin who heads out to Dodge to find a wife now that his mother's dead. When Kitty defends Cullers after two of the upstairs girls cruelly mock the backwards and extremely gullible guy he decides that Kitty's the woman of his dreams! A somewhat dark yet romantic episode that for once actually has a happy and perhaps even euphoric ending and who know, it might even make YOU feel somewhat good inside! If you have any insides that is.

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COOTER (Season One, Episode Twenty-Seven)-Gotta say that for years on end Strother Martin wasn't exactly my favorite cult star, but then again I never understood the overboard devotion that throngs have towards other mid/late-twentieth century actors from Harry Dean Stanton to Warren Oates (both early GUNSMOKE and general tee-vee regulars come to think of it). This first season wonder does place him up there in the pantheon of my fave GUNSMOKE guests as you will see...here he plays this guy who was shot in the head and was thus rendered "mentally challenged", and he's so loopy that even Chester deems him inferior to his own self as if Chester was anything close to being a rocket scientist! Cooter "works" for gambler Ben Sissle (sitcom reg Vinton Hayworth, best known to you as General Shaeffer on I DREAM OF JEANNIE) who, after being exposed by Dillon as a cheat, gives Cooter a gun telling the Marshal that Cooter's going to kill him. Things don't quite work according to Sissle's plan, and it all ends in one of those tragedies that kind of leave you numb. Sam Peckinpaugh did the honors.

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PRAIRIE HAPPY (Season One, Episode Thirty-Three)-A guy who looks like an aged seventies rock star and talks like a Z-movie western sidekick starts spreading rumors around Dodge about an imminent Pawnee attack. Dillon seems to be the only one keeping a cool head as the townspeople, led by shop owner Wilbur Jonas, are all set on defending themselves while in a state of panic-stricken frenzy. The truth is eventually found out when the old coot is caught starting the fires he blamed on the Pawnee, totally breaking down into tears after being found out realizing that he was no longer part of the white man's world or that of the Pawnees who he had lived with either. The ending might not settle well given that the ultimate moral of the story is that death's the only real way out, but sometimes I do wonder...

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MR AND MRS AMBER (Season One, Episode-Thirty-Seven)-Another grueling one about a really down and out married couple who have it so bad that the husband is reduced to stealing sacks of grain out of Mr. Jonas' store. Mrs. Amber's religious nut father and brother who own the land the two reside on aren't helping out any and are more or less prone to act sanctimonious in their (and everyone else's) presence. When the husband's accused of stealing a calf from Pa the story goes into overdrive with plot twists and turns that end in one big tragedy, the biggest of which seems that the father is not shaken or humbled a bit by the grisly outcome that he was mostly responsible for. Many of these GUNSMOKEs do wind up on some extremely unpleasant notes mind you, but this one is rather core-shaking, especially when during the last minute of the show Mr. Amber tells the truth that Dillon and nobody else is supposed to know.

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THE ROUND UP (Season Two, Episode Four)-This is perhaps the most powerful GUNSMOKE ever. The drovers are heading into Dodge for a good time, the businessmen are all excited about the money that will be rolling in, and Chester is totally out of commission with a couple of bad sprains. Fortunately enough Dillon's old friend is in town and is deputized, but during a shootout in a local saloon the friend, who suddenly and unexpectedly appears from a doorway during the skirmish (he was supposed to handle the other side of the street), is accidentally shot and killed by Dillon. At this point the marshal's on the meanest tear I ever saw him, closing down all of the businesses and violently chasing the cowboys out of town much to the ire of the locals...even Kitty gets angry with Dillon during his grief-driven rampage The final scene's one to remember if only because, for perhaps the only time in the series, Dillon is on the verge of crying. Once again, hefty hosannas go out to Peckinpaugh.

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INDIAN WHITE (Season Two, Episode Six)-Local seamstress Mary Cullen claims that the obviously Caucasian Cheyenne boy who the cavalry captured in a roundup is the son she lost during an Indian attack years before. She gets custody of the kid even though, as she admits to Dillon, he actually is not her son. "Dennis" is too much for her to handle, refusing the ways of the whites running around shirtless, stealing money and getting into knife fights with the locals. Turns out that some renegade Cheyenne are on the warpath and the commander at Fort Dodge believes the boy knows where they're going to meet up, but "Dennis" has by now swiped a horse and his "mother's" rifle and is heading for the gathering with Dillon and Chester in pursuit. You might see the ending to this coming about halfway through but when it comes boy does it strike!

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NO INDIANS (Season Two, Episode Eleven)-Horse thieves are slaughtering families and burning down their homesteads to make it look like an Indian job. However it's a dead little girl's doll that will bring them, or at least the survivors, all to justice. This one's notable for an ambush scene where Dillon and Chester show no mercy and just mow the murderers down which would seem to be against normal police procedure true, but boy does it make for a particularly cathartic minute of pure adrenaline jolt!

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POOR PEARL (Season Two, Episode Thirteen)-Here's a borderline one that very could easily been left off the list but stays on if only for the sullen ending. Constance Ford does play it somewhat icky and too downright depressing as Pearl, the gal who has to choose between sharpie Webb Thorne or good-natured farmer Willie Calhoun (Denver Pyle), but the show sure gets in gear especially when Calhoun turns from happy go lucky to downright vengeful after Pearl chooses Thorne. Like I said, this has an ending that pretty much strikes the center of your very being, and once again kudos to Peckinpaugh for helping to make fifties television much more than the dump of golly gosh that the liberal readers who used to tune into this blog take it to have been with no evidence to back up their bogus claims whatsoever.

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THE COVER UP (Season Two, Episode Sixteen)-Sam Baxton's killing squatters on his land and is thusly arrested. Only the killing continues which certainly puts things in a different perspective. Dillon, Chester and Baxton set up a trap to see who the killer really is with surprising results. Look out for Theodore Marcuse playing an Anabaptist.

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BLOODY HANDS (Season Two, Episode Twenty-One)-OK I'm cheating just a little sneaking this one in a good day or so after having posted this, but I just to thinking how good this one was and wonder why it took so long for me to even remember it! Goes to show you the ineptness of my sieve-like brain. "Bloody Hands" really does need to be mentioned in the company of these episodes.

I remember how a load of concerned mothers types used to rail against violent television programming when I was a youth, and I wonder if this particular episode was something that got them in such a pious uproar. As the show opens Dillon is seen catching up with four bank robbers who murdered two people in the process, and after the holed up outlaws decide to shoot it out Dillon brutally kills three of them before the leader of the gang surrenders. After looking at the bodies laying about, the captive suddenly gets into this high and mighty schpiel calling Dillon a butcher, a man who might as well been out slaughtering pigs as if this guy is even remotely any sort of moral guardian! While riding with Dillon and the corpses, the man constantly taunts the marshal for being a heartless and cold-blooded killer all the way to the jail!!!!

The bank robber's rants actually get to Dillon, who suddenly has a dilemma about killing even to  the point where he refuses to have a showdown with a gunman named Stanger (played by a pre-GILLIGAN'S ISLAND Russell Johnson) who happens to be a friend of the captured one. Being a lawman and using lethal force, even if it is in the line of duty, is suddenly just too much for him so Dillon quits.

For once we actually see the ex-marshal having a good time in his life, hanging out with the local children and picnicking with Miss Kitty. Its an extremely impassioned, powerful speech from Chester (so heartfelt that he's almost on the brink of tears) that really cuts to the quick about the law and one's responsibility to uphold it when no one else can that changes Dillon's mind. Whatever you do, don't tune out until it's all over.

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WHAT THE WHISKEY DRUMMER HEARD (Season Two, Episode Thirty-One)-A short creepy squeak of a man who supplies the local saloons with booze tells Dillon that he overheard two guys talking about killing him. Shortly after that Dillon is shot at and lets it be known via Chester blabbing to the denizens of the various saloons that he's actually dead. A couple of drunk cowboys proudly claim responsibility, but things drastically change when the drummer returns to Dodge. Great mystery with an ending that you'll once again see coming straight at'cha but you'll be happy when it does.

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WHO LIVES BY THE SWORD (Season Two, Episode Thirty-Four)-Harold Stone, who at times played some pretty nasty GUNSMOKE villains, gets even nastier as a gunfighter who goads two young and "aw shucks" brothers into drawing first, killing both within minutes. Stone "technically" was in the right but that doesn't stop Dillon from dragging him out of the Longbranch to give the guy the thrashing of his life (unseen but rather gruesome as one could tell from the agonizing looks on Chester's and Kitty's faces). From thereon in Stone is but a bundle of nerves prone to violent nightmares and unable to defend himself even when pressed into it. Great closing line from Dillon regarding people who kill versus people who murder.

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BLOOD MONEY (Season Three, Episode Three)-Vinton Hayworth, Ben Sissle in "Cooter", plays an equally unnerving man who gets his leg broken after being thrown from a horse while on the way to Dodge to take a job as a bartender. A Good Samaritan named Joe Harpe fixes the leg and even pays the doctor's bill for an ungrateful Hayworth while building up a solid reputation as one of the good guys in the burgh. Unfortunately a circular turns up saying Harpe's wanted for bank robbery and there's a reward for him dead or alive (which seems strange considering it wasn't like a murder 'r anything). Hayworth tips the guy off, leaves town with him then shoots him in the back. There's a similar hour-long GUNSMOKE from '62 which I'll blab about down the line. 

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NEVER PESTER CHESTER (Season Three, Episode Ten)-Dillon's too whipped to call out some oversized toughies who are hitting on the local women so he tells Chester to go and calm things down. The larger than life cowpokes then start giving Chester the biz before lassoing and dragging him way out of town leaving Chester for dead. Dillon then extracts some of the meanest get back I've ever seen, first hogtying one of the men onto a horse and sending it back to Dodge with the guy howling in agony all the way, and second by challenging the other (played by former boxer and uncle to Jethro Bodine Buddy Baer) to a particularly bloody brawl out back of the jail. The final scene is really emotional and goes to show you that even with that tough exterior Dillon is a guy who can understand people, especially his friends.

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JOE PHY (Season Three, Episode Seventeen)-Dillon and Chester head out for Elkader, home to a gunman who tried offing Dillon a few weeks earlier. While there they find out that some guy is playing at being marshal, working on his "reputation" as a gunman and all 'round toughie to keep things quiet. Dillon has to expose this fake (played by Paul Richards, the same guy who almost kills Dillon in the debut episode) so that the attempted murderer will return home, and he does so with the help of none other than Morey Amsterdam as town drunk Cicero Grimes. The thing about this 'un is that, although Phy was a fake, he was sure keeping the town crime free.  He wasn't really a bad man...just an everyday faceless sorta guy who only wanted people to admire him!

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MA TENNIS (Season Three, Episode Twenty-One)-Another GUNSMOKE out of many (OK, at least a few) dealing with wayward youth and close-knit families that handle things their way. All 'round jerkoff Andy Tennis kills an unarmed poker dealer at the Longbranch and is hauled away, only to be let go by Dillon after the kid's rifle-totin' ma demands that she take matters into her own hands! Strange for Dillon to do such a thing but he does so only to get to the hard truth of it all. This one also has what I would deem an extremely "down" finale.

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DOOLEY SURRENDERS (Season Three, Episode Twenty-Six)-Once again Strother Martin vies for the most sympathetic retarded person to hit the screens at least until the advent of Mitch Vogel. He's this hide skinner named Dooley who is led to believe by his boss, the all 'round gravelly voiced and downright irritating Ken Lynch, that he shot and killed his co-worker during a drunken spree. Since boss don't want no murderers workin' for him Lynch then strands Dooley in the wilds to fend for himself as the wagon rolls away, conveniently enough with the guy's wages.

Dooley walks twenty miles to Dodge to give himself up and is reluctantly jailed by a highly doubtful Dillon. However, when Doc discovers that the deceased was not shot but stabbed Dillon devises a plan to see what the heck really went on. Once again, a surprise and sad ending that still tends to stun even a fellow like myself who thinks he's man enough to not let emotions tackle the best of him.

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SNAKEBITE (Season Four, Episode Fifteen)-Ya just gotta LOVE it when the title of the program pretty much gives the whole show away like it does here? Well, without spoiling it even more this 'un has noted comedy short biggie and all 'round character actor Andy Clyde playing Poney Thompson, some old coot who comes into Dodge with his dog once a year just to get drunk. While in town the dog is shot by a particularly grimy cowboy who is eventually found stabbed to death after being threatened by Thompson. Sure doesn't look good for ol' Poney who is thusly arrested, something the prairie man dreads due to the claustrophobic conditions of being confined in a jail cell. 

After escaping while being escorted to the marshal's office Dillon and Chester go looking for Poney along with the deceased villain's buddy (played by Warren Oates) and well...like I said I don't want to give the ending away because the title says enough but let me put it this way. Do you remember that story about the Spartan boy who stole a wolf cub and hid it under his toga and said pup started gnawing away at the boy's guts?

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ODD MAN OUT (Season Five, Episode Eleven)-Elisha Cook Jr. appears as this sad sack of a soul named Cyrus Tucker who aimlessly wanders into the marshal's office and tells Dillon and Chester that his wife of 32 years has just up and left him. The story does seem kind of peculiar, but when a settler ends up at Jonas's store trying to sell some of Mrs. Tucker's belongings Dillon decides to investigate. The last five or so minutes will be rather throat-lumping tough on any person who had to watch various family members die of Alzheimer's and dementia firsthand.

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FALSE WITNESS (Season Five, Episode Fourteen)-Wayne Rogers of M*A*S*H fame is accused of a murder by veteran character actor Wright King who played some rather irritating villains on GUNSMOKE (worst of all being the creepy farmhand who's supposed to be looking for a doctor but shows up only when it is too late in "Home Surgery"). Now a big man in Dodge, King brags up just what sort of a hero he is while Rogers is set to hang. Highlight comes during the finale where Dillon does a mighty beat-down that'll still shake you up even after repeated viewings.

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BIG TOM (Season Five, Episode Eighteen)-Prizefighter Tom Burr has seen better days, but the fact that he was publicly humiliated by down and dirty boxer Hob Creel makes him more than anxious for a re-match in Dodge. Unfortunately Burr's heart ain't exactly in the best of shape and Doc has Dillon lock Burr up thus he can't get some desperately needed revenge. But he tries... This 'un has an ending that is both happy and sad if you can believe it. 

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THE BOBSY TWINS (Season Five, Episode Thirty-Six)-Two elderly and undoubtedly inbred brothers come across a couple camped out on the plains and shoot the husband after he refuses to share his beans and potato peelings with the rednecks. The wife becomes hysterical and wanders off only to die of exposure. Then the twins head out for Dodge where Richard Chamberlain tells 'em that Hank Patterson (aka Fred Ziffel) is really an Indian, and since they're on the hunt for 'em they try to hang the guy in Moss Grimmick's stable. These brothers coulda been from that zombie backwoods world you all read about in NAKED LUNCH I'll tell ya!

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LOVE THY NEIGHBOR (Season Six, Episode Twenty)-It's Family Feud gone deadly when the Scoopers (Ken Lynch as the Pa with Warren Oates as the son) and the Galloways (headed by Jack Elam with Harry Dean Stanton in the ranks) get into a row when the Scoopers catch the youngest Galloway with a sack of their very own potatoes. The twelve-year-old Scooper kid (who claims he was given the bag of spuds by an old man) ends up dying from gangrene after tearing his leg open on the Scooper's barbed wire (Pa Galloway's too cheap to fetch Doc until its too late). Raging revenge (the best kind!) leads to more killing back and forth until the (of course) surprise ending brings everything back to Earth. At least Oates and Stanton made up since the two ended up working together in DILLINGER a good twelve years later (not to mention a number of other by-now cult classics).

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THE SQUAW (Season Seven, Episode Seven)-Lonesome widower John Dehner wants a wife and gets one from the local Indian Agency, something which drives Dehner's son downright mad over the fact that his father's involved in race mixing. It's a slow coming to head situation which pops like a fetid zit on the day Dehner and his bride (played by the same gal who was spoused to Sgt. Carter in season eight's "Old Comrade") are set to be churched.

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COVENTRY (Season Seven, Episode Twenty-Four)-THE TWILIGHT ZONE just hadda've been an influential program back in them thar days because there have been a couple of episodes of other television programs that have copped more than a few ideas from it. A short while back I mentioned a WAGON TRAIN entry entitled "Little Girl Lost" where Charley Wooster meets the ghost of a girl who died during the Donner Party tragedy, and even LEAVE IT TO BEAVER spoofed it when Beaver was to have appeared on a television program but it never aired making him wonder if he dreamed it all! There may have been others and if so perhaps a few of you readers can point me in the right direction regarding who what when where and how the heck'm I ever gonna see any of 'em!

"Coventry" is somewhat different than these TWILIGHT ZONE-inspired wonders but it sure is powerful in an early-sixties television way. It begins with a couple stranded in a dust storm who are denied help by a totally self-centered and (as we'll discover as the show proceeds) evil man named Dan Beard. Beard's set on buying up all the farms around Dodge and becoming a land baron, and, like I'm sure most of you readers are, he's also a guy who doesn't believe in good or bad but can or can't. The woman miscarries because of Beard's callousness, and although things seem to calm down for awhile Beard arrives in Dodge and slick-talks a couple of illiterate and unaware farmers who are down on their luck out of their farms. 

Things come to a head when Beard is personally confronted by the husband of the couple he left to fend for themselves during the storm, eventually shooting him dead. When acquitted due to lack of evidence the entire city gives Beard a cold shoulder that eventually drives the man bonkers, with the final five or so minutes of this episode one of the more grabs you by the nerves programs that ever hit the early-sixties (in fact, the same incidental music used on THE TWILIGHT ZONE pops up here so don't tell me this 'un was just a "coincidence").

"Coventry" does bear more than a few scant similarities to season three's "Blood Money" in the way two very evil men get their just dues, and because of this both of these entries into the GUNSMOKE canon make you feel great seeing a couple of truly despicable men suffer especially in the fashion that they do. Of course the way they get their fates handed to them sure does make my own heart feel nice 'n warm. If only real life could be this way...

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OLD COMRADE (Season Eight, Episode Fifteen)-None other'n Sgt. Carter himself Frank Sutton plays the town jerk who is believed to be the son of an aged General and his long-abandoned Indian wife. This could be the big break that "Billy Tooker" needs so he and his own Indian wife can lead a better life. Everybody who reviewed his 'un on IMDB seemed to hate it in varying degrees but eh, I really went for Sutton's retarded antics and the way the kids looked up to him as one of their own, only bigger.

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WITH A SMILE (Season Eight, Episode Twenty-Nine)-Its longtime moom pitcher and tee-vee fave James Best (see my review of SHOCK CORRIDOR from a few years back which mentions Best's shoulda won him an Oscar performance) playing it even more wired than ever as the spoiled brat son of one of the most successful men in Dodge, a character who is bound to irritate the viewer to no end. Best's convicted of murder and sentenced to hang, but he gets this bright idea that he's gonna get out of it due to Dad's influence and deep pockets. The jerk gets "panickier" as the days roll on, irritating just about everyone who comes in contact with him what with Best threatening, pleading and sniveling to the point where even his father can't stand him anymore. However, Pop's got a plan to make everything work out just swell, and after catching the ending you'll agree that it all did indeed succeed according to Hoyle.

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EASY COME (Season Nine, Episode Five)-John Prine plays it especially creepy as this nerdy looking guy named Elmo Sippy who is a grade-A sociopath as we can can tell early on when he abandons a dying cowboy because if he got him help people might think he's the one who shot the guy. Sippy has no qualms about robbing and killing, dragging an innocent drifter in with him and laying waste with no remorse because the gettin' sure is good. It's a weird and bloody story with Dillon and Chester trailing him from Dodge out to the boonies then all the way back home.

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THE MAGICIAN (Season Nine, Episode Twelve)-A particularly bitter one where a rotund, somewhat lovable and sympathetic snake oil salesman and his knockout daughter sell their wares while in Dodge which I will admit is strange considering the particularly anti-patent medicine sentiment shown in season one's "Professor Lute Bone". Pop wind up at the Longbranch where he's accused of cheating at cards and is roughed up pretty severely by yet another spoiled brat son of a rich man, the father of who doesn't seem to have much going for him in the way of humanity either. The strange thing is that the patent medicine dealer was not cheating but doesn't defend himself the way any other person called out like this would've. Spoiled brat then heads out to where the salesman and daughter are camped and rapes the girl. The salesman is tight lipped as far as relaying any incriminating details to Dillon, saying that evil will destroy itself. Sheesh, even the daughter refuses to identify her attacker making things even more confusing. But don't worry, we'll eventually get to hear the sound of evil exploding.

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NO HANDS (Season Nine, Episode Nineteen)-Once again Strother Martin plays it too true-to-life as yet another simple yet sympathetic character, this time a sign carver who runs afoul of the extremely sadistic Ginnis brood (led by Denver Pyle) after these drifters have to wait for service while Doc is tending to Martin. After an altercation where Martin's hand gets stomped on by one of the Ginnis clan and has to be amputated, Martin leaves Dodge to start off his new career as a traveling peddler with his dog and a few jars of smoked sausage. And if you have the idea that the Ginnis family and Martin won't ever meet up again you got another think comin'! Best thing about this 'un is the surprise ending where the Ginnisses actually get away with the heinous crime they commit but get their justice in a rather roundabout way.

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CALEB (Season Nine, Episode Twenty-Six)-It's one of those shows about a guy so down on his luck and lost in life that I can't see how any of you real life readers couldn't identify with the protagonist. John Dehner once again brightens up the cathodes as an extremely depressed mid-aged dirt farmer who's such a flop in life that even his wife thinks he's a loser who is beyond redemption. Aimlessly wandering into town, Caleb sees Dillon courageously roughhouse and jail the brother of a man heading for the gallows, doing it somewhat brutally but effectively. This show of power makes Caleb wish to high heaven he that could be a real man just like the marshal, able to be brave, handle tough situations and subdue the evil ones without fear or perhaps even caution. Caleb does get his fifteen minutes after standing up to this very same man Dillon jailed who was harassing one of the upstairs girls at the Longbranch, but loses it big time when forced to grovel to him with everyone watching thus going back to his former pariah self. He eventually does regain his dignity but at a pretty huge cost. Special attention should be paid to "Dog Dog Dog" (the same pooch who traveled with Strother Martin in "No Hands") who is about as good an actor as Dehner if you ask me.

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OLD MAN (Season Ten, Episode Three)-Pretty much a re-write of "False Witness" (throw in a little "Snakebite" as well) with a more dire outcome. This time it's Ned Glass (who played some pretty good sympathetic types on the series) whose neck's in the noose after he allegedly killed the bully who has been hassling him for being such a slob. Of course the truth comes out, but this time it's a little too late.

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CIRCUS TRICK (Season Ten, Episode Twenty)-Walter Burke's the ringmaster of a traveling circus complete with Angelo Rossitto as a clown, a psychic wife who might not be the hoax many would take her to be, a shifty beyond belief Warren Oates and the strongman who's yet another continuation on the old "Lenny" character from OF MICE AND MEN --- a mentally stunted wall of muscles who doesn't know his own strength (used to good effect in many a Warner Brothers cartoon). Dillon notices that everywhere the circus goes the bank gets robbed so he stakes out at Botkin's while the festivities go on. However, Burke's got another idea in store. Notable not only for Gomer Pyle galpal Elizabeth MacRae once again playing Festus' love interest April but for an emotional closing speech from Burke that just might make you feel sorry for the crook! Not so strangely enough but Burke and Oates worked together on the infamous OUTER LIMITS episode "The Mutant" two television seasons earlier.

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SOUTH WIND (Season Eleven, Episode Eleven)-Not exactly what I'd call a super-duper one, but Bruce Dern's mangled performance as the crazed father of two who murders a man and tries to get the guy's twelve-year-old son who's out for some justice makes this one a winner. Never was a big Dern fan but he does it good, especially during the final scene where you're just itching to see him get his ticket to Hell punched.

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And that's that. Like I said, if any of you more astute to the bared wire intensity of fifties television have any additions or subtractions to this list for that matter and want to let me know well...you must be a rarity since I wouldn't think that any of you would give a hoot and holler about old Tee-Vee programs when you have your hentai to keep you nice and happy!

Saturday, August 02, 2025

Perhaps this megapost should have waited a little long in order to have putrefied somewhat, but throwing caution to the gusts I decided to "bless" you with one of a whole lot sooner than I'm sure most of you would have expected/wanted. Not that there's that much that you'd care to hear from me when it comes to soapbox time, but I'll give it a whirl.

As far as existence goes I can't complain. Like I have been throughout my kiddiehood I'm not happy, but then again I'm not sad, at least until the right sorta triggering impulse pops in my mind making me go totally euphoric or downright depressed. The way things are during this stage in my existence at least I'm still conscious enough to watch forties-vintage Bugs Bunny cartoons in the evening which nowadays seems to be the only thing that'll put a smile on my face. Otherwise it's wake up in the morning wondering what sort of humiliation I'll have to suffer this day!

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In olden times I woulda shown you my etchings...nowadays it's my AI creations! Anyway, here are some more AI wonders, this time showing the Germans celebrating their victory in World War II. Boy, don't those "swastikas" look just like the type you see in those fake hate crimes that pop up all the time?:





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OLD REST IN PIECES NEWS: Farewell to Ozzy Osbourne, a guy who epitomized everything that was good about early-seventies heavy metal, and everything that was bad from thereon in. Overall his passing in nothing but a big yawn 'round my parts. As for Hulk Hogan well...to me his rise in wrestling just happened to have coincided with the form's transformation from straight-ahead lowbrow UHF fun 'n jamz to bigtime glitz entertainment that was about as inspiring as the rest of those sparkle shows passing as kick up your feet television. Think it was a coincidence? And no tears are being shed here for Tom Lehrer who was about as funny as a pincushion at a nudist colony.
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As you can see, the first meeting of the Chris Stigliano Fan Club was a success!

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Nothing out of the superspectacular to write about, but there are some niceties to be found herein. Paul McGarry (who is now a grandpa which really makes me feel old!) sent me the "Thus" 'un and I bought the rest. Robert Forward has also been sending me disques but I keep losing them in the clutter...maybe next time? The way things are going probably not!




Lou Reed-LOU REED AT PICKWICK RECORDS - WHY DON'T YOU SMILE NOW 2-records set (Light in the Attic Records)

In some ways it's downright strange that I'm paying megabucks for an album of which I had spent mere pennies on (multiple times) at various flea markets throughout the eighties. Just like I did when I bought those Flamin' Groovies re-releases which I had procured for a mere buck apiece on way back during my late-teenbo days.

But part with the hard-begged I did, and although most of WHY DON'T YOU SMILE NOW is older than old news I gotta admire the way it was re-packaged...double 12-inch set, one rec 33 and the other 45, with a booklet containing rare snaps telling us all about those strange pre-Velvet Underground days when Lou Reed was working for none other'n Pickwick cranking out all of those surf and drag songs that eventually went bootleg once Lou becamse a household name in households I don't know if I'd wanna visit.

If it matters to you sound quality has been boosted and there's a bonus unreleased track entitled "Sad Lonely Orphan Boy" that fits in with the 1964 swing of Top 40 jamz. And if it really matters to you (it does to me) the music contained's a fine enough introduction to things that were gonna be in a year or two once the Velvet Underground got into action and the recordings that were left behind by the likes of the Primitives and All Night Workers were finally "up-to-date" as if they would really ever be.

Wouldn't hurt you to get it even if you still own all of those old flea market pickups like I do! Just hope you're rich enough (prices being very prohibitive these days).
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Jodi-POPS DE VANGUARDIA CD (Outsider/Guerssen Records, Spain)

Here are two guys of German descent (and a friend who is not I guess) from Paraguay who made their own records during the sixties/seventies cusp and even managed to get some released. These recordings do tend to have a more mid-sixties bent to 'em that sounds straight out of PEBBLES (with various Mersey/Chad and Jeremy flashes), and given the tracks' self-produced nature this 'un not so surprisingly remind me of the White Heat album I reviewed in issue #20 of my very own crudzine. In some ways POPS DE VANGUARDIA is similar to other cusp efforts like the Hackamore Brick, It's All Meat and Sidewinders albums in the way they re-channel mid-sixties accomplishment for early-seventies kids sick and tired of BILLY JACK relevancy. Might be worth your latching onto.
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Can-RECYCLED 2 CD (Eye of the Storm Records, Mexico)

Eye of the Storm's still cranking out these mini-LP cover styled Cee-Dees, and even though this company is whatcha'd call "grey area" they're doing a pretty good job of not being hassled by the man or whatever the hippies used to call it. I guess that alla the material they're peddlin's pretty much PD by now but whether or not it is, if you can find 'em, check out the better stuff this "progressive rock" label is dishing out! I find the ones that I hold in my grubbed up paws a whole lot more satisfying as far as quality and content go, at least when it comes to the type of groups that catch my flitty fancies I guess.

There's really nothing new as far as rare never before heard 'em Can tracks go on RECYCLED 2, but if you're one of those come-latelies who missed out the first time you have yet another chance I hope you won't blow. This has some boff Malcolm Mooney-era tuneage (including the "Sister Ray" remake/remodel of "Upduff's Birth") plus the live track with Tim Hardin not forgetting the now-rare "Prehistoric Future" session which pretty much got the balls rolling back '68 way. 

Even if you already have these tracks this is all in a nice tasty package that might save you some important Cee-Dee storage space. And considering how hard it is for me to find my Can burns which already house this material firmly planted within the grooves 'r whatever these things have RECYCLED 2 sure helped out as far as me futilely searching through an endless number of boxes in vain goes.
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THE FRATERNITY OF MAN LP (ABC Records)

I'm positive that Frank Zappa fired Elliot Ingber from the Mothers of Invention not because his on-stage LSD excursion. That was just a ruse---Ingber was a much better guitarist than Zappa and when the boss is upstaged you know heads will roll! Great late-sixties West Coast sounds that echo early Beefheart as well as a few other local purveyors of the newer moves in music coming out of the place...heck, even the country whackoff tracks (including the EASY RIDER standby "Don't Bogart That Joint" which I never ever cared for that much if at all!) sound great in this stew. Big surprise...a new and different version of the WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH fave "Oh No", here entitled "Oh No I Don't Believe It" and you better...
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Neil Ardley-A SYMPHONY OF AMARANTHS CD (BGO Records, England)

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a shard of curiosity after reading this 'un mentioned in some book on the new English jazz that I came across during my teenbo years. I think it was the presence of a prepared piano that caught my attention (at the time I was reading up on everything I could get my hands on re. John Cage --- finding his records was an entirely different matter!), but when I finally played this after all them years well, it wasn't like I was exactly THIRLLED given the music presented was more slick class 'stead of avgarde crunch, the kind that DOWN BEAT used to skid shorts over back in those days when it sure was hard for them to come to terms with alla that jazz vanguard music that was making itself known.

Thankfully the presence of Ivor Cutler reciting/singing "The Dong With a Luminous Nose" to an especially spry backdrop not to mention Norma Winstone's jazz vocals on an arrangement featuring a trio of writings from Yeats, Joyce (yech!) and little girl lover Lewis Carroll redeem the treacly sounds that start this thing off. The bonus track "National Anthem & Tango" was best left off the original but it finally makes its appearance if only for historical purposes.
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Thus-ALL OF THUS CD-r burn (originally on Century Records/Guerssen Records, Spain)

There were hundreds of these locally-made high school rock 'n roll records back inna sixties, and some of them were good while others were strictly grade-z turdsville. Thankfully this 1968 record was better than anything I would have expected to come out of suburban slobsville at the time, thankfully being void of the creeping hippie modes or singer-songwriter sensitivity that was overtaking the minds of youthdom much to the determent of TRUE TEENBO AESTHETICS. Even to the less initiated ear these would sound more 1966 High School Friday Night School Gym rather than 1968 protest and draft card burning what with spiffy covers of the Byrds, Spencer Davis and Bacharach intermingled with originals that have more to do with 1963 Beatles than they do the late-sixties variation. Even Tim Warren would approve and YOU better as well! 
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Alien Planetscapes-TRANSITION 1991/1992 CD-r burn (AudioFil Tapes)

I should have burned more of these Alien Planetscapes recordings back when they were available for free on the late Doug Walker's website but eh! This particular release has two long workouts from the group recorded in the early-nineties featuring Walker and his ever-changing lineup including John Cordes from the Sub Zero Band (I reviewed their only as far as I know album a few months back) on violin and mandolin. Like each and every other Alien Planetscapes recording I've heard, these improvs are highly reminiscent of a whole load of past accomplishments from F/i to Hawkwind and a variety of cosmic German groups. Long and spacey yet sonically colorful (ooh!) and downright intriguing even if you're one who doesn't get lost in the aural ebb and tide only with a little help from your friends. If you've never looked into these guys despite my incessant yammering maybe now is the time to put your personal hatred aside and listen to ol' Chris for once in your pathetic existences!  
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If you're still comatose after reading the above, you can always become comatose even more by buying up one or hopefully more back issues of BLACK TO COMM which as you can see are readily available with one mere click of the highlighted area a few words back. Hope this is incentive enough to get you turdburgers opening up your wallets and your minds in the process because from what I can tell (comments left on this blog etc.) you guys really NEED these!

Sunday, July 27, 2025

BOOK REVIEW! KRAUTROCK ERUPTION BY WOLFGANG SEIDEL (Ventil, 2025)

I quit getting hold of let alone reading the more recent books regarding the Velvet Underground and Stooges ('cept for that Stooge one dealing with the group as seen through a more avgarde appreciation) a long time ago, and maybe I should also quit reading these krautrock-oriented ones as well. There's just too much repetition of facts long-known in these things and who in their right brain wouldn't admit how great an album EGE BAMYASI is without having to be told a hundredth time by someone who I usually wouldn't even bother to ask the time of day. But although KRAUTROCK ERUPTION is a book on the subject that really doesn't shine any new light on things its still...well...a tome for the times that I really am gonna recommend for you fans of the outer reaches of music if only due to the front line action that the writer dishes out like bullets at all the men and boys in a Czechoslovakian village.

Wolfgang Seidel certainly has earned his krautrock credo, first as a member of Ton Steine Scherben (the MC5 of Germany according to Greg Prevost) as well as Conrad Schnitzler, a man with more than enough standing in the local musical community having been members of both Tangerine Dream and Kluster (pretty heavyweight) as well as his post Kluster group Eruption. Seidel ain't whatcha'd call someone who was in the front lines of the krautrock movement, but he was sure closer to the goings on than you or I so let's just say that I value his opinion on the subject a whole lot more than I would yours.

Being German and all you know that Seidel is going to toss a whole load of twentieth century backdrop and he sure does go on and on about the National Socialists and the postwar clime from which krautrock was birthed. OK with that even though I found a lot of that squawk too History Class. When Seidel gets into the roots of krautrock from the emerging Zodiac Club scene in West Berlin to the advent of acts such as Tangerine Dream, Can and Amon Duul my nodes certainly perk up, and yeah Seidel doesn't really shed any new hard facts about what happened but you do get some of the underlying feeling as to the whowhatwhenwherewhysandhows about these bands who wee taking various English and Amerigan musical ideals and making them their very own in strikingly different ways.

If you want the straight ahead facts try to get hold of such now out-of-print wonders like CRACK IN THE COSMIC EGG or Julian Cope's in the British Weeklies Tradition KRAUTROCK SAMPLER, but for some backdrop this 'un won't hurt one bit. It just came out so if you buy now you can avoid the collectors prices you'll have to endure even a good five years down the line. And given your luck you'll probably be DEAF by then!


Friday, July 18, 2025

I've been busier than an abortionist in a NYC ghetto as of late which is why I haven't scooted this 'un out to you a lot sooner 'n now. Well, it ain't like I'm exactly buried up to my britches in work but I still need more time to devote to kicking up my feet and goofing off while listening to music sans attempting to tell you just how I feel about it from the vast reaches of my soul, or brain, or something like that. I do try my best, but you all know what a failure I've been in life thus the delays in these writeups. You're gonna get what'cha expect, which might be blow-hardy at times so take it piece by piece like you should do all these megaposts.

Tedium seems to be the order of the day but by this time in life I've learned to love it. There is something about monotony that seems to benefit my spirit in the same way that the better rock 'n roll groups of the sixties and seventies used repeato riffs to create a warm blanket of sonic reduction that entices rather than bores. Who knows, maybe that's why I've been playing some of my pre-chitchat with the Dalai Lama-era Philip Glass albums as of late but whatever, I sure can't wait for the days when I can do nothing but hang around the house just like I did when I was a budding suburban slob and I preferred staying in my room 'stead of going out and associating with humanity. Sorta like today only I'll be able to do it 24 hours nonstop!

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Stale old news but still...r.i.p. to Lou Christie, a name in sixties music that many associate with the rash of rumors surrounding his...er..."private" (parts) affairs. You want to know the REAL reason why the gypsy cried??? Then there's Connie Francis, and I'm not gonna make any obvious jokes about her because the last time I did I got into some hot water with a certain person and I do want to avoid controversy on this blog (BTW my mother, who at first thought Connie was swell probably because they shared the same ethnic background, went 180 against her after Connie's misfortune at a certain NYC-area motel...I mean, Connie was clearly the victim in this case but my mother though she was TAINTED by the incident and it was nothing but disgust from thereon in!). Bobby Sherman also finally bit the dust---well, at least he lived long enough to enjoy the passing of David Cassidy who certainly stole Sherman's teen idol thunder and heavy duty like at that. And of course a shout out to Mick Ralphs who should be fondly remembered for his role in Mott the Hoople (an act that I find 50/50 myself to be honest about it), though co-founding Bad Company's something that he's really gonna hafta answer to St. Peter for.

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Big thank you to Robert Forward for the old Tom Donahue radio show from May 2 of 1967 with none other than Jerry Garcia and Phil Lesh sittin' in spinnin' the records and talkin' things up just like I'm sure they woulda back at their pad on Haight. By this time the Dead really had fizzled out and but good (but then again the only GD I will do the rah-rahs for are those 1965 demos straight out of PEBBLESville...dunno if SEASTONES counts) but as you'd guess their tastes in music were better'n their ability to take such tastes and do something good with 'em. Thus the listener that particular night would have been subjected to a whole slew of surprisingly interesting tracks from Charles Mingus to Blind Willie Johnson up through James Brown which only goes to prove that Gene Sculatti was right in labeling the early Dead as intellectual punk rock supremos before the press releases and chemicals really got to their heads.  

The two do come off somewhat phony intellectual (after all, wasn't that MUSIC OF BULGARIA album [a track of which pops up on this show or else I wouldn't be mentioning it] considered some sort of total hipster gotta have and gotta love possession for every true smarter than their parents type back then? I mean, if Paul Simon loved it I kinda get the idea that every ironed hair freedom rider gal out there did as well!). However, I can see how Nick Kent thought they actually came off like Amerigan college boy types with an honest interest in European culture back when he interviewed 'em for FRIENDS 'round '72 way...they are kinda gosh darn sincere 'n all. Sheesh, after all of this maybe I should give these bozos another go at it --- perhaps if I could separate the group from their FANS somehow...

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Current tee-vee jollies include weeknight perusals of JONNY QUEST, a program that I went totally nutzo for during my turdler years though when I caught up with reruns in the eighties I thought they were somewhat unexciting and even quite stale. In my advanced age I gotta say that this 'un's got everything that was custom-made for the sixties-vintage ranch house lardass plopped right in front of the idiot box kinda guy...there's the fine comic book-styled artwork and storylines (sorta like a cross 'twixt the tales one got during the 12-cent era and a smattering of post-WW II action strips borrowing more than a few ideas from Milton Caniff) to the finest animation I've seen broadcast outside of some snoozy cartoon television special that boasted top notch efforts but total boredom. Hoyt Curtin's theme song and incidental music ain't no slouch either what with that jazzy roaring brass all over the place helping to pump up the visuals even more. In many ways JONNY QUEST was one of the last gasps of boffo and real-deal Golden Age of Television considering that within a short span of time the whole kit 'n kaboodle would (temporarily) lose a lot of the bared-wire intensity it had for the previous ten or so years what with the old line programs starting to lose their direction and the new efforts just not as potent as what had been dished out at Mr. and Mrs. Front Porch only a short time earlier.

One program I decided to catch if only to satiate my morbid curiosity was the mid-eighties revival of an early-sixties classic and I don't mean that hippified TWILIGHT ZONE either (a show which I admittedly liked even if I tuned out after awhile). I'm talkin' THE JETSONS, Hanna-Barbera's one-season wonder that flopped in the ratings because it was stacked up against Disney but grew in popularity due to incessant reruns that ya just couldn't avoid if you were living in a house with a pack of preteen turdburgers. Earlier in my lifecycle I caught a few minutes of these new 'un's here/there and didn't care for the animation much (too eighties-ish Hanna-Barbera crankout that probably took three times as many people to create as it did the superior originals) but decided to give them another go at it out of something a little less than morbid curiosity.

The revived JETSONS really ain't "that" bad, that is if you tweak your own personal tastemeters to suit your suburban slob outlook on tee-vee jollies. It's boff that the original voice actors were brought in before they all croaked, but it sure is tough listening to the likes of Daws Butler struggling to hit that high Elroy voice (and, come to think of it, George "Jetson" O'Hanlon was suffering from some heavy duty health issues 'round the same time even though it really didn't affect his vocal cords...maybe his lungs). Like I said the animation's rather television uninspired but I guess it could have been loads worse, and judging from some of the Hanna Barbera programs from the same time it sure was an improvement. And the storylines were actually OK even if the creeping tendency of eighties blanditude does date these in the same way that the original series is dated only in a good early-sixties fashion. Overall I'm glad these cartoons weren't botched by mid-eighties retroscuzz, but if you think I'm gonna stay up past snoozetime to watch any more of these you got another think comin'.

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It's infantile but it's fun! No, I don't mean grabbin' the weenie like you boys did from age two onward (and I do mean onward!) but more AI chicanery, this time of what are supposed to be the actual covers of that sixties-vintage Marvel Comics Group title THE SUBPAR SEVEN! Yeah the very concept's quite immature in a thirteen-year-old way or at least a bad idea that would have popped up in some mid-sixties comic book crudzine but eh, if I were a pre-pubesprout and I had this technology to work with I sure woulda been gung ho on creating such covers as these! The results look more 80s and beyond and definitely post-Kirby but anyway, these results are loads better'n anything any of the big and even small comic book companies have been able to cook up for quite a long time):


 






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After alla that cereal filler well, here be the reviews. Thanks to Paul, Bob, Fadensonnen, Thierry Muller and no one else (forgot who sent me the Destroyed CD, but whoever it was well...sorry it got lost in the rubble otherwise known as my bedroom).


The Destroyed-OUTTA CONTROL CD (available via 
bert@bertswitzer.com)

If it means a heck of a lot of difference to you, drummer Bert Switzer has a rather amazing pedigree not only having been influenced by Keith Moon and the Remains but having gathered up a certain number of friends who just could have been instrumental in making the guy a household name. That never happened but it didn't stop Bert who kept churnin' out his own breed of basement rock including some recordings by this Boston group called the Destroyed, a name that seems somewhat familiar in the back reaches of my cavernous cranium. 

This release begins with a Destroyed reunion of sorts with Bert bashing away behind guitarist and singer JD Jackson producing a roar that reminds me of various home-produced efforts from Metal Mike Saunders' Rockin' Blewz to those pre-Gizmo Kenne Highland tapes that circulated amongst the creepier of fanzine freaks back in the eighties. Like a lot of late-seventies punk rock, these guys rehash old heavy metal riffs in a way that would offend the more petunia readers of this blog to which I say OKAY!!!

Onetime big name in underground circles Henry Kaiser appears on a few tracks laying some of his experimental leads which sure sound good in this stew (never was a fan of the guy who always seemed to come off perfectly constructed to jigsaw into the tastes the people who would listen to him --- nothing wrong with that but I felt his presence a little too howshallIsay "obvious"). Sheesh. these remind me a whole lot of DAILY DANCE so I really do have to give the man a huge reconsideration!

Filling out the disque are some actual real deal late-seventies recordings by the group. They come off just like you would have expect them to with the bargain basement cassette quality improving the overall intensity just like it did with all of those other classic definitely lo-fi seventies recordings that continue to stand up to half-mastered virgin vinyl efforts the kind that alla them STEREO REVIEW nuts used to skid shorts over. Overall, a really interesting effort from these guys who I'll bet hardly any of you knew about and wouldn't care to know about, but that's not gonna stop me from educating you random clump of cells out there.
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By Any Means-LIVE AT CRESCENDO 2-CD-r set (originally on Ayler Records, Sweden)

Not much is known (at least by me) 'bout this late-00's configuration with new thing biggies Charles Gayle, Rashied Ali and William Parker, but the trio swing swell here in a fashion that brings back to me some of the more gnarllier moments of the old Sam Rivers-thrusted loft jazz scene documented on the you should have had 'em for years already WILDFLOWERS albums. 

Gayle in general brings up (at least in my rather hollow mindset) everyone from Henry Threadgill to even Roscoe Mitchell and a number of other seventies players I'm too stupid to know about but will discover in a good twenty or so years should I live so long. Parker's versatile enough to the point where you don't even feel like snoozing during his bass solo and like, what else can be said about Rashied Ali who ranked as one of the better out-of-the-groove drummers during the early prominence of the new jazz way back in the total eruption days of the late-sixties. 

There are so many of these avgarde jazz things to choose from and if you're a person who is conscious of where your hard begged goes I know you will be cautious before considering an effort like this. Heaven only knows how much $$$ I've squandered merely on hunch. But you might go for this 'un if you are a devoted follower of the form and still have the same fervor for the free sound that you did when you were a teenbo and you read somewhere where Frank Zappa mentioned Cecil Taylor 'r something along those lines. Not bad really...in fact a tip topper effort from three players, two who are no longer around to be ignored like they were most all of their lives.
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Marion Brown-LIVE AT CLUB LABRATORIUM CD-r burn

This came out as a bootleg cassette a good five or so years back, something I find a bit strange considering that no legit label devoted to the New Thing was conscious enough to release it legal-like. Sound is flat (though a pro company could make it sound really spiffy) but the performance is just what you'd hope a jazz act would have come up with during the cataclysmic 60s/70s cusp. 

This has Brown and trumpeter Leo Smith playing with a buncha krauts (including Teutonic jazz bigwig Manfred Eicher on bass) doing it slow and bared-wire intense recalling some of Brown's then-contemp. albums, the one on ECM with Braxton and Chick Corea coming to mind. Perhaps Smith's presence does lend somewhat of an AACM approach which is heightened by the heavy use of "small instruments" of a percussive variety.  

A nice slow burn play that reminds me of PEOPLE IN SORROW which would figure given the time and locale (Europe during the days of the great afro-jazz expat).
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Drew Gardner-THE RETURN CD-r burn (originally on Astral Spirits Records)

While we're on a jazz jag...well I can't say that this '95 session breaks any new ground, but it sure is a fine harkening back to the late-sixties burst of creativity that was so noticeable that even a few suburban slob kids were paying attention (yeah, a rehash of thought first delivered in the By Any Means review but like, I wrote these up a good two months apart so stow the snide!). Stellar lineup including the shoulda/oughta be legendary John Tchicai who most of you will probably remember from his appearance with John Stevens on the live portion of the John Lennon and Yoko Ono LIFE WITH THE LIONS spinner...that's him getting particularly squonky right when the song unfortunately fades out. This sesh ain't as nerve grating as the Lennon/Ono show but eh, some of you will go for it.
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The Equals-EQUALS SUPREME/SENSATIONAL EQUALS CD-e burn (originally on Repertoire Records, Germany)

"Baby Come Back" ain't on here (unless you got a special burn made for me by Paul McGarry), so superficial fanablas'll probably want to skip on this given their inherent shallowness. And considering how the Equals were pretty hit or miss, with some pretty on-target island-tinged pop songs intermingled with comparatively pallid efforts, you might want to skip on the thing as well. Features the talents of one Eddy Grant, the first black artist to pop up on the MTV screens (this during the days of rock music finally tumbling deep into the abyss) even though superficial wonks like to say it was Michael Jackson all along.
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PSYCHIC PIGS CD-r burn (originally on Slovenly Records, England)

It sure is nice hearing a punk rock group in the here and now that hasn't succumbed to the prevailing hippie tide of pink hair 'n protest! This duo creates a great straight-ahead roaring breed of rock 'n roll that brings back memories of some of those early/mid-eighties outfits who were too smart to believe alla that kultured dribble regarding punk rock being dead yet were too smart to dive whole hog into that radical left warmed over hippie drool that was nothing but them kids from BILLY JACK in Doc Martens once you get down to it. Today, like fortysome years back, the roar of real punk rock 'n roll is here to fight off the precocious strains of pampered pooch piousness!
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Wire-SEND CD-r burn (originally on Pinkflag Records, England)

Gotta say that I find a lot of these later-on Wire LPs (wha' th' heck---maybe even some of the earlier ones as well) not that bad. Hit or miss as far as some go perhaps, and this 'un 's quite the same what with the roar coming off potent in spots yet sounding like the same old heard them avgarde musical moves many times before in others. But hey, I'll take this over just 'bout any of the other late-seventies survivors of the English punk brigades who were still up and about when this offering was made. But then again I find a good portion of it more of the usual blare...a good blare mind you but y'know, nothing I'd care to spin when stacked up against the Electric Eels'r somethin'.
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Pascal Comelade-LES LIMINANAS TRAITE DE GUITARRES TRIOLECTIQUES CD-r burn (originally on Because Records, France)

This guy has a discography longer than anyone you know's arm, but I never did come across any of Comelade's music during my many-a-years of listening (not that I was looking...). The man plays what sounds like electronic takes on late-sixties instrumentals, sorta like Kim Fowley's BORN TO BE WILD without any of the gals on the cover 'r somethin' like that. Needs a low-budget German film from the seventies to go along. "A Wall of Perrukes" kinda reminds me of Cluster during their ZUKERZEIT days or even La Dusseldorf once the late-seventies began rolling in. And by the way track #8 "Green Fuz" is not the Randy Alvey song made popular by its appearance on PEBBLES.
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And if you were stoopid enough to make your way through this post then you're just the kind of person who is just ready-made for a whole slew of BLACK TO COMM back issues! Get some, shit some!