Gee, I gotta admit that this Bing AI chat thing is pretty neat! But
"respected"??? Ya gotta be kiddin'!:
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Know your enemy, part one-million:
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Not that I shoulda been surprised, but the "new" and "revamped" CREEM (you know, once the home of high energy Detroit heavy metal) has reached a level of sociopolitical wokeness that makes even those weepy enough eighties issues of theirs (not to mention anything ROLLING STONE was worthy of cranking out) look positively stoic. Guess Brad Kohler was right all along to which I say....dagnabbit!
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I believe that I do have quite a good selection of soundage up for inspection
this time, and since I didn't have to pay a penny for any of it (all sent
by the likes of Paul McGarry, P.D. Fadensonnen and Bob Forward) t'is all for the better! Like I said, if I gotta start acting like a Scotsman I better
start doing it now, which reminds me of a funny story regarding when I was
a kid and my father told me that I should be more like the Scots and I said
"STINGY????" to which he shouted back
"NO YOU MORON --- THRIFTY !!!!!" And a hoot mon to you too!
The Pink Fairies-SCREWED UP! CD-r burn (originally on Cleopatra
Records)
Yup, the Pink Geriatrics (Canadian division) are back kinda/sorta, with
North Amerigan rep Paul Rudolph hitching up with some old Hawkwind and
Motorhead pals for a trip I thought woulda fizzed out ages ago! Like
that platter Rudolph did with Twink a couple decades back this really
ain't anything as beautifully psyched as the Polydor albums, but if you
liked any of the Pink Fairies reunion disques that have come out since
the mid-eighties this'll suit you just fine and dandy. And for you
old-timers there's a boff version of the Deviants "chestnut" "Screwed
Up" not to mention that Hawkwind fave off
QUARK STRANGENESS AND CHARM "Hassan I Sabbah" complete with
violinist Simon House adding the exact same flourishes that he did on
the original. Heck, this really is good enough (especially when you
consider that most if not all of the musicians here are
septuagenarians!) that I'd even go see 'em if they were playin' in my
back yard, Who knows, if I were the kind of guy who'd only indulge in
some of the chemicals that fueled these guys for years on end maybe I
WILL (see pic above)...
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Tim Buckley-STARSAILOR BAND FIRST GIG, OCTOBER 1970 LION'S SHARE SAN
ANSELMO SAN FRANCISCO CD-r burn
I believe that some of this was sent by Mr. Fadensonnen as part of a
general smattering of STARSAILOR material done up live, but
this is the entire debut of that infamous bout of career suicide on
Buckley's part that continues to amaze...well at least continues to
amaze me. It's not hard to imagine what Buckley's old fans thought of
his one-and-a-half avgarde albums but fie on them anyway because this is
a fine slice of 60s/70s cusp cataclysm music every bit as important as
all of those sonic screams for a true sanity that we've all been
rah-rahing for ages. One listen and you'll know why Buckley ended up on
Straight Records...that was supposed to be a tax write off and really,
what honest to goodness Boone's Farm hippie would ever go for this! Bad part, my copy stops right smack dab
in the middle of the second version of "Come Here Woman"!
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Lucia Dlugoszewski-DISPARATE STAIRWAY RADICAL OTHER CD-r burn
(originally on New World Records)
There are so many of these twentieth-century avgarde composers to keep
track of that even a person well-versed in the genre would find it a
hassle to keep up with 'em all. For me it's really pick 'n choose because, for the
life of me, I find some of these composers radically brilliant while
others seem to be taking the same ol' Schoenberg and Varese moves milking
'em as if they were at a La Leche convention. Sad to say that I find
Dlugoszweski to fit into the latter category, as there's really nothing
here that moves my inner being (ooooh!) like a forties-vintage John Cage
piano piece or some out of left field Nam June Paik performance put on.
Even the idea of the "timbre piano" doesn't tend to flib my jib which is
saying something considering my interest in "prepared" instrumentation
of all sorts. Guess I'll have to turn in my beret and stale doritos and
go back to being the outside-the-outkids doof that I've been and will
probably remain for the rest of my life.
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Blue Cheer-1968 LIVE FAMILY DOG, DENVER CD-r burn
And I thought the Family Dog was in San Francisco! Well, that's a new
one on me! The Cheer blasting it so loud and hard that you can't even
hear 'em singing! Oh well, this is probably how everyone in the
audience that day heard it, before they all heard
nothing that is. Not so
long (maybe fifteen minutes or so) but it has a rather good riffed up
jam as well as "Doctor Please" on it.
Sun Ra Arkestra-THE HAGUE NORTH SEA JAZZ FESTIVAL 7/14/79 2-CD-r
set
Eh, t'aint the best live Arkestra offering out there. Ra's getting
perhaps a little too far into his Big Band roots for at least my tastes,
maybe not yours either but who knows? One for those of you who've heard
the rest and want a li'l topper.
Various Artists-AT THE HOP! 2-LP set (Brookeville Records)
What happens when budget oldies collections no longer serve the purpose
of their original owners who have possessed such platters since the
heyday of misplaced seventies nostalgia? Why, they're given to
ME as this
double duty collection of various blasts from the dawn of the big beat
(or something like that) ultimately proves.
Actually this isn't a bad sampling of previous transistor triumphs even
if it is somewhat incongruous, what with the like of Little Eva and the
Music Machine being included in the same package 'n all. Well, those platters
peddled on afternoon television never were known to just stick to one distinct theme other'n to cram together whatever there was available for Morris
Levy to peddle to the kids watching
GILLIGAN'S ISLAND reruns. Still, AT THE HOP! does
collect some beauts such as the Beach Boys' "Surfin'", the Surfaris'
"Wipe Out" and the Fendermen's "Mule Skinner Blues" which (at least for
me) was one record that seemed nigh on impossible to latch onto in the
history of serious record shop, garage sale and flea market scouring!
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Various Artists-AMERICAN PRIMITIVE Volumes 1 and 2 CD-r burns
(Revenant Records)
Believe it or leave it, but I really do hate writing about these old folk/blues collections that have been cluttering up many a record collection for more years than I can even remember. It's probably because I'm oh-so-self-conscious about myself and just don't wanna look like I'm even
remotely coming off like one of the reams of upper crust white
college-bred music scribes we've all seen for ages who seem to devour this stuff with a haughtiness that might even put your Aunt Petunia to shame. Y'know, the kid (or aging precursor from the glory days of the New Left) who
used to, and probably still does, slobber and drool over just about
anything that has an abundance of melanin in it if only for the sake of doing just that even though said scribe might convince himself otherwise. After all, someone out there has to keep that "we are
all one people" schtick going even longer than most observers out there would have thought humanly possible, right?
When I
think about those kinda people I tend to conjure up some pretty accurate visions
of what I would call a WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE CLASS OF '64 born and bred bowl of mush --- skinny wire-rimmed seventies/eighties longhairs (neat looking well trimmed longhairs at that) who are still around and look quite the same albeit with wrinkles and white hair wearing sports jackets with patches on the
sleeves and sweaters underneath 'em even on the hottest days of the year. Social Anthropology majors who actually were able to get a job with their degree. The kind who used to watch SUNSHINE and THE PAPER CHASE on television and actually oozed some warm 'n toasties outta 'em while sneering at the HAWAII FIVE-O crowd for being so --- I dunno --- violent? Probably got some physical
disability as well. The kind who can't help but bring up they were conscientious objectors during the Vietnam War whether you wanted to hear so or not. Read Ellen Willis. Males who, when reviewing such items, come off more
like they're apologizing for being white which seems to be that original
sin imposed upon ultra-guilt riddled WASP-y types who couldn't find a
black musician to hate even if he were to cave his head in for some drug money.
Being Vinnie Virtuous these days can get a body far, and in no way will
I ever do that old humble bumble act like the one where that guy who
owns Chick-Fil-A went and polished some black guy's shoes acting oh so
contrite about something he was never guilty of in the first place. So
feel a whole lot surprised when I tell you that I find these early pre
WW II gospel blues pretty snat even though it certainly ain't because
I'm gonna do a whole lotta groveling to atone for past transgressions
real or imaginary. I'm doing it because this is fine enough raw music
that, like those one-string guitar efforts I reviewed way back,
resonates because it is raw and crackly and thus fits in with the state
of my nervous system the same way Suicide and Can do, even if for the
life of me I doubt I'll ever listen to this collection again.
Big surprise---Eddie Head and his Family's "Down On Me" which is the
same song Big Brother and the Holding Company used to do, only this
version comes off better if only because the (original) lyrics are more
deadly and therefore truthful. Walter Taylor's "Deal Rag" sure sounds
good because it
wasn't done up by
some hippies on a Marin County front porch thus hitting the spot a whole
lot more'n Pepsi ever did. Sheesh, at least Peter Laughner knew how to
sing this stuff probably because his own frayed nervous system was way
more in tune with this breed of down home folk than most refugees from a
high school hootenanny's ever were!
Great hypno-drone to "You Better Quit Drinking Shine" by Rev. L.B.
Ware and I should be thankful that the 1897-vintage "Poor Mourner" by
Cousins and DeMoss isn't some early take on the various folk duos of the
sixties like Simon and Garfunkel or Brewer and Shipley. And to get
downright frightening about it, Rev. Edward Clayborn's "This Time Next
Year You May Be Gone" is one track I sure hope doesn't manifest itself
into my destiny I'll tell ya! Other people's yeah but not me that's for
sure!!!
And whatever Tommy Settlers' doing on "Big Bed Bug (Red Bed Bug)" it
sure sounds like I could use some of the "inspiration" that he must have
partook in before recording such a whacked out toon such as that!
Three disques that just might make you wanna listen to something other'n
the usual new flash, that is if they still have new flashes anymore. And although I sincerely doubt it, I do hope to high hog heaven that in no way in this review did I come
off like some precious petunia of a "rock critic" who probably
learned about music by watching Ken Burns documentaries and nothing
else! You might think I come across as a low class jerkoff "poseur" type as Amy Gelman might have put it, but then again do I really care what any of you think about me anymore?
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Gee you'd think there'd be a thousand or two rock-mad, mouth-frothing
life-loathing individuals out there who would be just more than
willing to buy up these back issues of BLACK TO COMM at what I would call a rather accelerated rate. But I guess
there ain't, although YOU readers would sure do yourselves good by picking up a stack or two. Try a few and see if your
hatred of "the other" as they say doesn't just grow by leaps and
bounds, like it should.
look, Judy was such a punk, giving the Beav much grief...
ReplyDeleteWhite guilt? What do you know about that? Isn’t Stigliano an Italian name?
ReplyDeleteDid I miss an update? Are Italians white now? Who the hell let that happen?
Who said anything about me being "white"???? Like I can't advocate for people who just weren't born as lucky as me?????
ReplyDeleteWe need a Best Of list for 2023.
ReplyDeleteDon't let us down!!
Sorry, NOTHING was "best".
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