BOOK REVIEW! INTO THE MYSTIC --- THE VISIONARY AND ECSTATIC ROOTS OF 1960s ROCK AND ROLL BY CHRISTOPHER HILL (Park Street Press, 2017)
Guh is this a dull (and perhaps even evil once you get down to it) read.
I guess this Chris Hill guy is supposed to be some bigwig hotcha name in the world of rock criticism or whatever that is supposed to be these days. Heck he even got Lenny Kaye, one of my fave rockscribe unto performers to write a back cover blurb. But taking the concept of rock 'n roll as a sixties esoteric journey through a whole load of avenues and intellectual twists I slept through in Philosophy 101 really made for some bad toilet reading. I've seen more exciting textbooks throughout my days and this 'un only stinks to high heaven because the subject at hand is presented in such a dull, academic way.
I guess you phony intellectual types'll gobble it up but such put-ons as yourselves swallow any sorta new socio-whatever trend whole hog without the benefit of forethought or afterthought for that matter. Then again if you like whatever has passed as professional rock writing these past fortysome years man is this book up your alley!
The detailing of rock as a spiritual/occult even movement from sanctified gospel to Elvis and the British Invarions straight into the cataclysm music that closed out the decade (even the Dead, who do figure in somehow) is so bad that Hill even flubs the entire Velvet Underground reason for mystical being making me wish the guy had taken in some Wayne McGuire before tackling this effort. Then again, McGuire (or at least the McGuire of "An Aquarian Journal") would have been the best one to handle a subject matter such as this since his own scrutiny of the late-sixties cataclysm was quite etapoint given the downright loathing the man had for the "superficial aspects of the quest", an attitude which really foresaw the culmination of the entire sixties spiritual ride (talking Velvet Underground, Stooges, John Fahey, Pharoah Sanders...) a good decade or so later.
If I hadda say ONE GOOD THING about INTO THE MYSTIC it would be that Hill devotes ample space to the Left Banke who have long been written off as bubblegum shuck by the same sorta people who you think this book would have been marketed to. Some interesting insight even if the author hadda twist a whole load of esoteric garble into his explorations into their reason for being what with references of Dante and Beatrice and the usual snooty airs of "enlightenment" that many a dilettante has upped nose about for longer than anyone can remember.
Definitely not a BLOG TO COMM BOOK CLUB recommendation. Sure makes me angry that people like Hill are allowed to write books and get them out to the remaindered racks like snap while the true visionaries and people who actually make you THINK without the Rock Inc. seal of approval are destined to just crank out blogpost after blogpost. Just another reason as to why I hate most rock writing not to mention the people who have been associated with the clique of controlled criticism ever since the seventies, and of course most of what has passed for rock 'n roll ever since its "maturity" led to the mere idea of a book like this. Give me a lowly crudzine getting into the musical DNA of a driving sound or a book that really does dissect the whys and wherefores of rock like THE AESTHETICS OF ROCK over this anyday!
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
As you can tell from the above I never do learn. But try I must even though
(as usual) I am slack in delivering these big deal type posts which I just
know upset a good
portion of you reg'lar reader types (who usually turn into EX-readers but eh!). You'll just have to bear with me
considering the combination of advanced age, sagging energy (amongst other
things) and the plain ol' fact that the stuff that I am writing about is
ancient history and on the same level of duh as those fart-encrusted bedroom
stranded nostalgia-drenched dorks who were championing the Big Band sounds
during the seventies long after the initial furor had died down.
Sheesh, with credentials like that maybe I should have my own tee-vee show
even if it'll probably get stuck on a low-wattage UHF station at three in the
morning.
***
And now, a rare clip of the Plastic People of the Universe in '69 just before
the big crackdown got them into a heap of trouble that at least accounted for a
whole load of freebee publicity. Has their state-sanctioned album recorded
around the same time as this film ever been released? (I know that a
long-running history of the group has been issued --- I reviewed a few of these
platters myself --- but not if the actual artyfact with original cover art etc.
has made its way out. Hope some fan out there can help out which of course you
won't!)
***
The Plastic People aren't in the "Rock 'n Roll (hah!) Hall of Fame"
and neither are these guys. Here's a later on Tielman Brothers
performance which I will admit's quite show-bizzy (reminds me of
something that would have been seen on a PBS Pledge Drive oldies show
trying to bilk old turds outta their pensions) but wilder than any
recent performance (music or otherwise) I or maybe even you can
recall. Do
you think
that the concept of rock music has been hijacked somewhere down the
line???:
***
Gedda haircut ya hippie!
It has been some time since the previous biggie so there are
a whole lot more writeups than usual this go 'round. And we know who just is responsible for these contributions right? None other than Paul McGarry, who has above and beyond the call of doody did a whole load for this blog which
is why I am NOT giving out his home address lest you get the
hankerin' to sending him an exploding parcel. Really, being associated
with me in any wayshapeform is something tantamount to placing a mob hit
on your very own self!
Manster-UNRELEASED ATLANTIC RECORDS SESSION CIRCA 1976 CD-r burn
Stars of the LIVE AT CBGB's album, Lydia Lunch's fave
local band and more, there's been lots of talk and conjecture about
Manster yet very little aural communication to go by. Finally this bit
of lost history makes its way to our door, what purports to be demos
for Atlantic circa '76 yet just might be the unreleased '82 album for
Genya Raven's Ruby Records (which probably got a name change due to
that other Ruby label) that even had the group doing a brief reunion back at
their old club haunts. Lotsa stuff had been goin' 'round about Manster
like how singer Warren Stahurski used to swing from the rafters of
CBGB long before Stiv Bators and how they used to put drummer John
Fehling and his double bass-drum set up front while Stahurski sang
from behind. Stuff like that, and a lot of it not so good since I sure
can remember some duff mentions of them in the pages of
THE NEW YORK ROCKER and perhaps a few other outlets lost
in the sump pump of my mind.
These recordings'll sure sate those who loved their CBGB entries and
longed for more lo these many years (this codger included). As I would
have surmised from Fred Kirby's late-'75 review of a CB's gig in the
pages of
VARIETY the jazz rock influence in particularly heavy what
with a decidedly Zappa/McLaughlin bent to Alan and Robert Hertzberg's
spidery guitar interplay and Stahurski's put-offish vocalese. I hear a
whole lot of MX-80 Sound, Tony Williams Lifetime circa
EMERGENCY! and the Good Rats too, not to mention other
seventies fusion efforts that seemed so phonyficial at the time but
just might be worthy of a re-eval. Sheesh, even a whole lotta that
vocal jazzaroonie Michael Franks stuff if the guy was passing a
sideways turd comes to mind.
Stahurski does have a good creep-out talk sing to him, at a whole
lotta points reminding me of those snooty stuck up big kids who used to
threaten me to all heck back during my growing up days. I should hate
him for that alone but the years have washed a whole lotta those early
feelings of cringe away somewhat and besides, intertwined with the
screeching guitars and Thomas Giordano's thud bass Stahurski comes off
like the ultimo as to what based jazz rock approach sans all the
bowtie 'n tux attitude shoulda sounded like all along.
No repeats from the live album either. Even that s&m song that
Kirby mentioned in his review shows up and it is a pretty harrowing
bit of somethingorother...
It's all there for ya directly below. Pic shows the drummer playing a
single-bass set and perched from the rear but wha' th' hey,
maybe this was at some other stage in the group's evolution.
Pretty hefty on all levels from the top-notch kinetic approach to the
oft nonchalant vocals, and to think that this is just the tippy top of
the reams of under-recorded/noticed/appreciated musical acts from the
seventies and beyond that never got their place in the sun while a
load of subpar offal affected the worst minds of my (and possibly
your) generation.
***
The Leather Secrets-LIVE AT CBGB 1974 CD-r burn
Lessee if I get this right---first there were the Leather Secrets with
Camille O'Grady who broke up late-74 or so if CREEM can be
trusted. Then O'Grady joined up with her then-boyfriend Peter Stampfel
in the Unholy Modal Rounders before eventually re-forming the Secrets as
the Camille O'Grady Band. Or something like that but whatever here's a
piece of rock 'n roll history that has finally, after a good
half-century of rotting in someone's shoebox, made its way to your ears
and even mine.
From everything I could gather lo these many years later (including a Fred
Kirby
VARIETY writeup) I assumed these guys 'n gal were another
New York Dolls reincarnate. Audio evidence suggests otherwise --- I mean
sheesh but the show opens with "Whiskey River" of all things and the set
romps through a series of golden oldies renditions (including the
Belltones' punk classic "I've Had It") and equally sporty originals in
the tradition that sound even better due to the C- sound quality. A
might heavy on the covers but I will say that is sure does my ears good
hearing Buddy Holly not warbled by Linda Ronstadt.
And after all is heard and done maybe I do believe that the Secrets
had the same New York pout and drive that Johansen and the rest tried to
conquer the teenage mindset of the day with. Unfortunately they and many others failed miserably while lesser acts pandered to the worst aspects of teendom
imaginable. Well, if I were front and center for this or any other
Secrets show I know I woulda more'n just a good time hearing their
straight and unadulterated performance of various pre-hippoid (ironic
considering what these bozos looked like) rock moves without milking it
into nada the way most "nostalgic" entities sure as shootin' did.
Like with Manster, judge for yourself directly below. Maybe you can make
a dub and do some EQ fiddlin' to make this sound even gnarlier than it
already does!:
***
Ruby and the Rednecks-LIVE AT THE COVENTRY 1973 CD-r burn
It's amazing that back in the eighties and nineties I was just
beggin' to lend ear to this
legendary New York singer/songstress' warbling and like here, a good
thirty/fortysome years down the road we not only have two legitimate
album-length recordings to contend with but a nice selection of live
sounds and even video (clips from by-now ancient CBGB and Max's shows
even) to warm the cockles of our clogged aortas.
Here's the earliest extant Ruby laid down at the legendary Coventry
during the height of the very same En Why See Glam Slam that gave more'n
a few rock 'n roll hoots hope that maybe someone or something out there thought was
gonna drive the wimpoid AM snoozers and FM prog slogs off the face of
the earth. I am somewhat but not totally surprised to hear that this '73
Rednecks gig is pretty much identical to what the lass was doing well
into the 21st century, originals/covers and all! And I thought that the
Fleshtones were an act that never varied from the original thrust!
The inclusion of a banjo in a straight rock 'n roll setting (w/o any
hint of rural countrifiedness, in fact utilized most of the time like a
rhythm guitar) does add a particularly different twist of overall
approach, making me wonder why more rock 'n roll groups performing in a
more guttural post-Velvets sense acts didn't slip one of these into
their act!
Speaking of Velvets, dig the interesting re-do of "Rock 'n Roll" which
is another one for that ever-growing list of VU covers that was
staggering even before such things became the calling card of
sophisticado college kids who tended to know the essence but not the
downright gristle of it all. "Cry Me a River" ain't no slouch
either...lend ear to that oscillator solo near the end which reminds me of
Brian Sands' theremin howls that finished off Milk's version of "Boy Can
I Dance Good". This is the seventies I remember, at least in downright
spirit given just how much I was cloistered during those days of
somewhat growing up.
Again I present a source for your own judgement just so's you can give
the thing a listen and tell me how screwed my tastes are. A little dial
twiddlin' might help this one out quite a bit:
***
Various Artists-TEN PROTO PUNK CLASSICS PLUS TWO CD-r burn
This playlist comes from a pretty good Youtube mini-documentary that for
some odd reason I cannot embed like I did with the above 'uns. You can
watch it here if you so desire and come to think of it, what sorta human
being who regularly tunes into this blog wouldn't want to
experience this verifiable British NUGGETS of early punk
rock artyfacts done up right before the Arbiter of Prog Musical Virtue
(Chris Welch) did his best to suppress these tracks and save the youth
of the nation with Jon Anderson. Or was it Ian?
Whatever it was that was being pushed on a gobble everything up public, it's no doubt that those MELODY MAKER-approved denizens of douche wouldn't have
been able to compete (at least gulcherally-aestheticswise) with these mid-sixties rompers that never hit the
charts the way they shoulda! This selection does cut a nice
swath into the entire concept of punk as it developed over there, and as far as beat invasion drive goes well, I think whoever slapped this 'un together did a rather neat job of it.
The Who and Kinks seem to be the starting point, and as with the
Seeds or Sonics the sounds are emulated but certainly not imitated. I
could argue that there were way too many tracks that shoulda been here
but weren't (the Zephyrs and Craig along with a few more come to mind), but only an old maid prissy pimply-skinned pudenda of
a pustule would up its nose at inclusions such as "The Addicted Man" or
Northern Ireland's Wheels, Belfast-bred badguys who do the Shadows of
Knight's "Bad Little Woman" with such gusto that you woulda thought
The Troubles woulda started right then and there if only due to ultra-sonic frequencies!
Ya want it? Just copy this to whatever you're s'posed to copy things to these days and
search out "Crawdaddy Simone" and "Things She Says" (this 'un, not
that 'un, with future Yes-man Steve Howe) yourself to
stick right at the end! Make up your own liner notes while you're at
it...well, they're bound to
come off better'n some of that offal I've read these past fortysome
years I'll tell ya!
***
David Bowie-THE LODGER CD-r burn (originally on RCA Records)
I had long given up on Bowie's entire switcheroo schtick by the time
this came out so this is like uh, the first go 'round for me. Some go
'round too...gimme alittle credit
for knowing enough to ditch this guy given just how superior the
new and improved
real
rock 'n roll music was to all of the gunk that was being force-fed
down our throats thanks to the remnants of the established rock
press/AM-FM mindset of the day. At best, a close approximation
of what Ultravox was doing during their own decline and at worst a
precursor to all of that eighties fashion glop that took the better
moments of mid-seventies import bin rock and distorted it beyond
recognition.
THIS was
the music us aural fanatics were supposed to look forward to at the
seventies/eighties cusp? Shee...
***
The Dead Boys-IGNORANCE IN ACTION (THE RARITIES) CD-r burn
(originally on Cleopatra Records)
This might come to a shock to you, but I really haven't considered
myself a fan of either Stiv Bators or the Dead Boys for quite some
time, perhaps because I grew to find their entire socio-musical DNA to
be somewhat derivative of their First Wave of Cleveland Underground
forbearers
and perhaps
without the bared-wire intensity. The story that Paul Marotta had
been spewin' 'bout how Bators saw the Electric Eels and copped Dave
E's stage jerks kinda make me wish it was Dave himself up there
gettin' the record deals while the Dead One was shuffling around
trying to secure dates for his own headed for oblivion band. Maybe the
entire publicity hound-y nature of the Boys suddenly hit me, as if
Iggy, Alice and heck, even Crocus and Dave E weren't superior to
Bators in all aspects of talent and force and there were many a punk
band who could outdo the Dead Boys on a heavy metal nervetwist level.
So this was the first listen to the Dead Boys in a good quarter
century or so and here's what I have to say...the '87 12-incher tracks
are a tad poppy but palatable enough for you long-time listeners while
the Kirk Yano demos detect the shape of dredge (aka
WE HAVE COME FOR YOUR CHILDREN) to come. At least their take on
the Laughner classic "Ain't It Fun" sounds close enough for comfort to
the original.
Best tracks are the oft-dubbed ones from the Halloween '76 Max's show
in which a bass guitar-less Boys (a la the Eels --- still don't believe
Marotta hunh?) owe more to previous punk generations than they do the
future one. Covers of Ducks Deluxe and Syndicate of Sound are played
against various originals sounding fair 'nuff although at this date
I'd actually prefer to hear the Third Rail and Kongress shows from
that same evening.
The disque closes with a cover of "Anarchy in the UK" which seems like
a fair enough homage that even sounds like the Pistols if you squint
your ears a bit. Historical.
***
The Tielman Brothers-TV SHOWS CD (Sam Sam Records, Holland)
The cover snap's misleading for this contains little if any of those
early television appearances I sure would have liked to've lent ear
to. Like in the Youtube clip above these cuts are mostly from the
post-Beat Invasion era Tielmans when they were doing a rather Vegas-y
series of boob tube appearances, most which don't quite reflect the
early mania these Indorockers could whip up when they were crankin' on
all gears.
However, these tracks prove that even an aging Tielmans still
could rock 'n roll even if the horns and backup singers more or less
ruin 'stead of enhance the proceedings. The brothers could even do a
li'l magic on some of them old run-into-the-ground standbys like
"You've Lost That Loving Feeling" not to mention a rather potent "Oh
Happy Day" if you can believe that.
Not bad really, with the highlights of the batch being an authentic
early-sixties styled ripper entitled "A-A-A" as well as a version of
"Bossa Nova Baby" (in fact the same 'un I posted in the last big deal
post) done in a way that I sure wish the early-seventies Flamin'
Groovies or any of those mid-seventies English blues punks woulda. And if you like them Amerigan
late-fifties/early-sixties garage-y punks from Johnny and the
Hurricanes and the Rock-a-Teens to the Fendermen this 'un should be
way up your own expansive alley.
***
Seth Meicht Quartet-ILLUMINE CD (CIMP Records)
Nothing out of the ordinary as far as this '06 effort goes, what with
Meicht and his partner in tenor saxophonedom Matt Bauder playing
mid-seventies era new thing. 'tis cool enough especially at a time
when the luster has worn off regarding any inkling of this music
having any sort of mass appeal. If you (like me) enjoyed tuning into
the old CBGB Lounge cybercasts during the Dee Pop Freestyle series to
hear various new thing acts who would never get a fair shake elsewhere
you very well might enjoy this one.
***
Andrew White-LIVE IN NEW YORK PART TWO CD-r burn (originally on
Andrew's Music Records)
It's that guy who thought he was John Coltrane once again putting out
a platter that I gotta admit is pretty hotcha and way beyond just
plain ol' "homage" or even "nostalgia" for that matter. Pretty wired new thing that
surprisingly enough was once well known amongst even the less attuned
during the sixties. Like White's other efforts a fine example of what
obsessive compulsive behavior can lead to, and if you can come up with
a better legacy you go ahead and try it!
By the way, the bassist on this sesh was none other than Steve
Jovenall, a name that has popped up in these "pages" via my review of
the Stanley Cowell BLUES FOR THE VIET CONG album on
Arista-Freedom. As I've mentioned in that writeup Jovenall was born in Farrell Pennsylvania which is a
mere stones throw from where I reside, and oddly enough I came across
some locals with that very same last name and naturally asked if there
was any relationship between them and this somewhat noted bassist.
Each time they automatically said "no" which makes me wonder if
perhaps he is somehow connected with these Jovenalls but being a jazz
musician he's some sorta black sheep and well, I didn't want
to
PRESS things with 'em and start some sorta row! But I sure
DO wonder...
***
Black Artist Group-FOR PEACE AND LIBERTY IN PARIS, DEC. 1972 CD-r
burn (originally on We Want Sounds Records)
More from the BAG expat band doing a wonderful job of keeping up
France's reputation as the home for amerigan black new thing players
back late-sixties/early-seventies cusp. Basically a Human Arts
Ensemble release with everyone a current or former member of that
particular aggro, these players (Oliver Lake, Joseph Bowie, Floyd
LeFlore, Baikida Carroll and Charles "Bobo" Shaw) continue on with
their emulation of the AACM mode of Great Black Music, perhaps with a more r/b and rockist attitude in mind. An approach that just might have
given them some appeal with the more non-jazz members of this audience
who only listen to avgarde jazz with a more open frame of mind that made these people almost as important in a few record collections as the Stooges. Not as
"gets ya" as some of these other BAG efforts (no free-scronk guitar)
but if you liked their earlier Aguirre Records release (ARIES 1973)I don't have to tell you anymore now, do I?
***
Various Artists-ALSCHE WELT NOCH UNTERGING (GERMAN POST PUNK
UNDERGROUND 1979-1984) CD-r burn (hear it here)
As you all better know, the concept of "post-punk" never did
gel with me not only considering the plain unadulterated fact that
punk rock proper was, is and continued to be a working proposition at the time but
because this music just evolved into plain ol' chi-chi and pretentious
sounds that certainly did not settle well with this particular
fanabla! This release reminds me of just what a desert of duh the
eighties were at a time when real under-the-underground sound and
vision was downright ridiculed while controlled opposition music such as this was getting the good ol' push in the pages of way too many fishwraps. To rehash an ancient joke, if
Adolf were alive to hear this he'd just
die...
***
BLACK TO COMM, sad to say, is one fanzine that ya just can't
GIVE away!
And obviously it's one ya just can't sell either. But try and try I
must and well, I get the feeling that there are some of you who
wouldn't mind pouring your way through these still available issues
that might either get you all joybells or have you sending untraceable
poisons to my door. The choice is up to you, Petunia.
Sunday, October 13, 2024
BOOK REVIEW! DC SHOWCASE PRESENTS JONAH HEX VOLUME ONE (DC Comics, 2005)
Never was a fan of comic book westerns. They didn't exactly settle well with my own sense of ranch house fun 'n jamz since westerns were obviously aimed at the rural kinda kids who liked to run, jump, play athletic games and climb trees 'stead of just loaf around in the bedroom eating Cheetos like I was wont to do. Good for them but for this suburban pudge it was superheroes and early Marvel Age monster reprints only, and for a change of pace there were a variety of efforts from the Archie Comics Group that usually helped put a smile on my puss after long hard days of all that psychic bending over I hadda do. Westerns though...maybe they were just too historical for me 'r sump'thin'.
An' as far as I know amongst my "peers" there weren't many other cowboy comic fans that I can think of. Being the seventies 'n all it was more'n obvious that tee-vee and theatrical westerns were in decline, and I'd gander that a fair enough portion of the audience for these kinds of sagas were either dying off or heading in other directions in search of their adventurous throb thrills. Only knew of one western comics fan and I used to thumb through her collection of Marvel reprints if only to gander upon the various by-now famous artists who lent their pen to the giddyap cause...Dave Berg, George Woodbridge, Russ Heath...
You can sure as shootin' bet that I can remember when the grotesquely scarred character by the name of Jonah Hex made his comic book debut given the ads hyping his arrival in quite a number of the DC titles that I just happ'd upon. Sheesh, with campaign like that who but some ten-year-old gal into the romance titles could ignore him, but even with alla the publicity directed at the guy I sure didn't take the bait---I passed on those ALL STAR WESTERNs that this obvious "anti hero" was popping up in whilst on my way to the latest MONSTERS ON THE PROWL even if the guy had somewhat of a gory appeal that would have perked the budding sadist in me.
Like I said westerns just seemed outta my bailiwick and besides sheesh, weren't DC just plagiarizing themselves what with a character whose physical deformities were slightly similar to Batman's longtime nemesis Two Face? Seemed kinda unoriginal but since Sky Saxon was famous for swiping from himself after he swiped from the Kinks maybe it was on the level after all.
Hex's a true loner, a suspicious of everyone (with good cause) bounty hunter which was a profession that, at least according to a good portion of the tee-vee westerns I've seen o'er the years, was about one step below cleaning bovine foreskins. He was also a Confederate soldier who switched to the North and whose face got scarred after being branded with "The Mark of the Demon" which I guess was an Indian version of the old squealer zig-zag that was so popular in various New York City social circles. Well, that's one story, but whatever it sure does help out this pretty creepy (and thusly lovable in his own inimitable way) character's socio-comicology makeup rather swell. And even though he earns his living in ways that might have been taboo in societies both polite and impolite, you do get the feeling that he is a whole lot more moral than the denizens he frequently encounters, both polite and impolite at that.
I don't think I coulda handled these comics age twelve being such a nerve-frayed fear-crunched kid that I was. Now I can enjoy HEX frayed nerves and all. Way back when I woulda been bejabbered over the craven violence, heartlessness and the definitely cruel aspects of Hex. He makes his enemies go through the roughest of just desserts that are so extreme that he could even make Mr. A. shudder. In one of these sagas he gives a desperately ill guy a vial of medicine then shoots it out of his hand, and when another particularly evildoer is bitten by a rabid wildcat and pleads with Hex not to let him die alone, the scarred one tossed the corpse of the guy's brother at him! Ain't no shortage of gutbusting tragedy here...children drowned in quicksand, acres of Indians rotting in the sun, escaping Confederate POWs mowed down with gatling guns. Best part about it's that you could have bought an ish with enough pennies picked up off the sidewalk!
Fred Wertham was still around when these mags first hit the racks, and you know that he'd just die after a good five pages or so, it's that over-the-top violent and definitely against any code I can think of comics or otherwise! I'll tell ya, these must have been a quite refreshing (and needed) change from those heavy handed morality tales that were popping up in most all of the other DC titles of the day!
And oddly enough I like the art! "Oddly" if only because I never cozied up to alla them fine-penned Filipino artists that DC was pushing on us in the seventies, believing that their work was just too danged detailed and complicated for stories such as those seen in your standard comic book. However, original HEX artist Tony DeZuniga does a fantab job on this what with him capturing the whole filthy and definitely un-hygenic aspects of the Wild West, thankfully without piles of horseshit hunked up all over the place.
As a bonus DC stuck some pre-Hex ALL STAR WESTERN sagas at the tail end of the book. Good 'nuff with more De Zuniga art'n all, but the stories just don't hold up to the visage of HEX's merciless world. Like the breath mints at the restaurant they're free so don't complain.
Thursday, October 03, 2024
Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Ameriga and all the shits at sea, it's
BLOG TO COMM on the air once again trying to straighten out quite
a few of you readers as to what
REAL rock 'n roll
scribing is s'posed to be all about 'stead of what you'd find in a good hunk
of that college newspaper offal you've been subjected to all these ugly years.
Remember, I said "trying", though whether I succeed or not is an entirely
different question that's up to you to decide. Haven't had one of these "real deal" posts in quite some
time so let me say 'tis sure grand meeting up with alla ya again and if you
can't see the utter snark in that 'un I'm afraid you're even a more hopeless
case than I'll ever be.
***
One of the reasons this post took so long to get out was because of the
arrival of the li'l beaut that you can see at your very left, the latest (#6)
issue of FAUX WOOD PANELING which I must admit's the only magazine
that I actually look forward to getting hold of in my greasy paws this far
down the ol' lifeline. (The reason that this mag held up the post is because
well, the only real reading time I get these days is when I'm on the
commode and like well, even that can be limiting if you're on a strict
diet.)
Izzit my imagination or is this issue bigger'n the others? And if that ain't
enough to get you all hot 'n bothered under the collar howzbout the
contents of this mag which cover everything from Bon Scott and his involvement
with and without AC/DC ('n a smart history too regarding those early days of
struggle when the Easybeats connection really mattered to people like Greg
Shaw) to famed Frenchman Claude Bessy, Robert Forward with his Cee-Dee burn
empire and a whole slew of items both inside and out the realm of Meltzer.
Even a Heavy Mother "II" tour diary pops up, just like the kind they used to
have in alla them eighties "'zines". The thing even comes with a beaut of a
flexidisc by some act called Mordecai which I am
not going to listen
to for reasons that should be obvious to longtime tuner-inners of this blog.
To put the icing on the ol' Ho Ho there's an additional magazine included with
this 'un too. It's a biography written by one Timothy Buchanan, one regarding
a jazztress named Una Mae Carlisle, a singer of some renown who probably gets
the red carpet treatment here because she was born near
FAUX WOOD PANELING's Wilberforce Ohio epicenter, mainly the tornado
capital of that fair state known as Xenia (well,
somewhere near its
epicenter). It's a great and informative bit of jazz history to read and
digest and like, if the world was a more real-deal kind of place for people
like myself it would be stuff like this getting printed in bigtime magazines
'stead of the usual fluff that I assume pops up these days. If both Buchanan
and Oberlin don't get any added bonus points from this when they cash their
chips and meet Saint Peter I'll say there is no hope in this sad 'n sorry life
of ours!
If you want one, click on the link at the left.
***
Trying to keep this blog somewhat uppa date and current affairs-related well,
all of this talk about the sleepy town of Springfield Ohio and the Haitians o'er there who have reportedly been swiping dogs, cats and geese for their din-dins
reminded me of my own tangles with the city! T'was during the summer of 1976
and well, the folk were scheduled to do an antiques show/flea market thingie
in that very city on a Saturday, only the day before the two of 'em got into a
heated argument and Dad says he was definitely
NOTGOING to help Mom
in any wayshapeform...he was actually that steamed over something that
I have forgotten about after all these years! Not having planned to go with
the rest of 'em, I was more or less drafted into doing so even though I had
some serious plans for that Saturday, mainly spinning records and acting like
the total jerk kid I was and in many ways shall remain.
Anyhow I was awakened at two in the morn, got dressed and had breakfast as the
tee-vee played THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL. The final segment where all the
guests gathered to sing "The Sound of Silence" still reverberates in me, and
not exactly in a positive way at that. (If any of you biographers want to
actually pinpoint the exact day we made the trek to Springfield I'm sure this
little fact should help you out somewhat.)
So right when the television station was signing off we left in our dilapidated second-hand 1972 Ford Torino station wagon with me in the back all
buried in antiques while Mom and Cyster stayed in the front. Mom drove and
Cyst commandeered the radio meaning I hadda put up with repeat after repeat of
Peter Frampton singing "Baby I Love Your Way" which probably encouraged my
disdain for the tune even more. I remember my mother saying that she actually
liked the song which surely proved that she didn't know what "your way" meant.
We arrived about daybreak, set up and well, thankfully the day was nice and
sunny. I don't remember how we did sales-wise but I do recall romping about
the show looking for things to ogle at. Someone was offering the original printing
of THE MAD READER, the one with the "What's My Shine" story that was
excised from later editions, but it was somewhat tattered so I passed (I
regretted not getting it for years until the story was eventually reprinted
years later and to be truthful about it the thing wasn't funny a'tall). Also espied an 8-track of the Blues Magoos'
PSYCHEDELIC LOLLIPOP but since I didn't have an 8-track player I
figured to save the moolah. It might have been a quarter-track...you used to
see lots of those at these kinda affairs.
Anyway we packed up 'round five and got home about 9:30 in the evening or so
because I remember my father was watching
THE BOB NEWHART SHOW when we arrived. He seemed to have calmed
down somewhat but was still slightly miffed. And of course I was tired, but it
was like one of those satisfying kinda tireds you used to get after a long day at the amusement park (as if I would know since we hardly ever went to any).
It was fun, and I don't recall seeing any Haitians or pets for that matter
anywhere around.
***
Interesting "fact" (via an ebay listing) that I never knew of regarding the
infamous NUGGETS collection:
This is a must-have for any serious music collector. The two-disc set
features a unique blend of psychedelic rock and garage rock, with tracks
from various artists such as
The Velvet Underground and The Stooges (my emphasis). The vinyl
material ensures high-quality sound and the 33 RPM speed provides a smooth
listening experience. The record label, Sire, released this album in 1976
and it remains a classic to this day. The black color of the record adds to
its aesthetic appeal {? sez me}. The album is in near mint condition, making
it a great addition to any collection. Get your hands on this rare piece of
music history today!
Ya learn something new every day!
***
Some sad if waywayWAY
belated news to report --- do you remember a DC-area rockscribe named
Elizabeth "Libby" Hatch, the very same Libby Hatch who contributed some
interesting music screeding (even if I didn't especially care for her Laurel
Canyon and Women's Lip opines) to the likes of HYPE(RION) and
CREEM? Y'know, the same Libby Hatch who played bass guitar
with such Dee-Cee acts as the Shirkers and Tru Fax and the Insaniacs and was
also known far and wide in the area for being tangentially involved with other
local aggregations like Black Market Baby? Sad to say, but I just discovered
that she died in a motorcycle accident during December of 1998, and although
I'm sure you readers could care less I thought I'd mention her even if
I didn't especially cozy up to things like her review of
OUR BODIES OUR SELVES or singer/songwriter rah rahs. Well, at
least this certain fact has egged me on into reading her contributions to the
music press with my rockist pride hanging at half mast.
***
Now for a brief interlude, the Alice Cooper Toronto Revival Festival show from
September 1969, a performance so off the wall insane that it kinda makes me
wonder just how Alice could end up becoming a sad shell of his former self
crooning such utter snooze as "Only Women Bleed", "You and Me" not to mention
that ultimate gut-wrencher "I'll Never Cry"! As far as his dismal ABC
television special promoting his LACE AND WHISKEY album with that
forties private eye schtick (and believe-you-me, I tried watching it!) the less said the better...
***
And now for another brief interlude, a performance (I posted another one
a decade or two back) by the infamous (to those "in the know") Tielman Brothers,
the should be legendary in the USA Indorock band who proved that there was life
in Holland long before Focus! After watching this all I have to say is...have we
really progressed?
***
The miracle of AI roars on! Gotta say that I really dig these "Super
Panavision" refabrications of old tee-vee faves done up in ways I'm sure a
lotta you more imaginative kids out there woulda like 'em to have
been the first time 'round! In fact I myself has gotta admit that I like
the following two efforts so much that I even requested that these people
do an H.P. Lovecraftian take on GREEN ACRES!:
There are at least fiveFLINTSTONES AI redos that I
know of!:
Ditto THE JETSONS:
The Popeye one doesn't work though...he has teeth, both eyes and sheesh
where are those malformed arms and legs?!?!?!:
These videos prove that one can play with energetic life forces and
actually get away with it. I have great hope for AI, imagining that it
can not only create interesting and unique television and motion picture
entertainment for our own personal use (once the technology dribbles
down to peons like myself who will be able to master our own realities
without the interference of higher sociopolitical influence) but can
conjure anything from long lost songs by unrecorded acts to decayed
cinematic excursions that are over 120 years old! Maybe the future
actually will
be more Gerry Anderson and less Aldous Huxley after all!
***
Tried to keep the reviews short and succinct this time but of
course I will fail in my
attempts, run of the mouth keyboard bornado that I
was, am and shall remain. Thanks for the freebees Paul McGarry, Robert
Forward, Thierry Mueller, Wade Oberlin and no one else this time!
The Unholy Modal Rounders-UNHOLIER THAN THOU 2-CD-r set (originally
on Don Giovanni Records)
Lessee, I already used the Real Amerigan Folk Music line in an earlier
Rounders writeup, and I don't think that you're gonna buy the schtick
about these guys being part of the general mid-seventies NYC underground
rock scene either (even if for all practical purposes it is
true). But whaddeva, this is the Unholy Modal Rounders
live at the Bottom Line in New York City doing their psychedelicized
mountain man music coming off like what I wished
ALL of those
down-home whole wheat granola types from the seventies woulda. If music
like this had only gotten out a little more back then would we have
hadda put up with John Denver? Of course we woulda...people
are assholes.
***
QUICKSILVER MESSENGER SERVICE LP (Capitol Records)
I've tried avoiding this group's "official" efforts after year upon year
of hearing about just how flatso these guys sounded in the studio as
compared with their various live traipses, of which some early ones have
been issued legit-wise o'er the past few decades. Those efforts capture
the essence of the entire San Fran ballroom scene before that petered
out into drug casualty haze, but coming upon a free copy of their '68
debut I decided to cast a whole lotta "I told you so!" to the wind and
find out that well, these naysayers were quite correct.
Not really, since QUICKSILVER MESSENGER SERVICE does show
some spark of promise on the second side with the extended tracks
allowing the group to stretch out into jazzy improv, but otherwise this
is just downright dull. Then again I usually have to adjust my
listening parameters to eke any sorta enjoyment outta most of these
late-sixties psychedelic efforts so why shouldn't this 'un be any
different? Well, it was better'n anything that the corpse of the SF
scene was cranking out by the turn of the decade and we should be
thankful for that!
***
David Bowie-STATION TO STATION CD-r burn (originally on RCA
Records)
Brad Kohler wants me to send him all of them Cee-Dee-Are burns that I
don't want hanging around the BTC office, but when I offered
him STATION TO STATION he balked because he already bought
the thing for a whole dollar at the local Starvation Army. Thanks a lot
bud, now I'm
STUCK with
this turdburger!
***
Thee Headcoats Sect featuring Don Craine-HEADCOATS ON! CD-r burn
(originally on Hangman Records, England)
Pshaw! These tracks featuring Downliners Sect maniac Craine also pop
up on that ELEMENTARY HEADCOATS Cee-Dee I reviewed
sometime back. Nevertheless this 'un's mandatory listening for any of
you who were all out for the Sect ever since you found out about 'em
via a variety of early-seventies fanzines, At least I get to hear that
Snagglepuss impression once again.
As I've said many-a-time before, I am so glad that I was too poor to
buy all the records like you rich kids sure could (hadda play the ones
I did get on an ancient, dilapidated stereo as well!).
Thankfully the depression-era wages I hadda subsist on saved me from
having to hear some rather unappetizing records like
TAKE NO PRISONERS. I assume this recording from roughly
the same time is a whole dang a lot like that 'un, and if so I'm glad
my $8.98 went towards other worthy goop 'stead of that mess. Somehow I
get the idea that if Lou had followed Elvis' lead and went Vegas this
is what his show woulda sounded like. I'd like to know which comedian
Reed woulda gotten to open the show --- I think Don Rickles woulda
been perfect zingin' them insults at Reed before getting strangled!
***
THE TONY JACKSON GROUP CD-r burn (originally on Estudio Records,
Colombia)
Haw! Have a humongous hit and then leave your group right in the
middle of alla this success! Anyway that's what this Jackson guy did
and well, if you happen to think that the Searchers just weren't the
same without his unique nasal blare (not that any of us in the US of
Whoa would know) he sure didn't do so hot on his own! Sheesh, being
reduced to re-doing his big hit really must've been a comedown par
excellence, but otherwise these tracks are pretty hotcha for those of
you who are still enamored by sixty-plus-year-old British Invasion
moves and generally moving/shaking songs both original and cover. Not
a bad 'un if you're keen for these sounds.
***
Michel Pagliaro-LIVE SALOON 3-CD-r burn set
I never cozied up to Pagliaro the way many adherents of the seventies
power-pop Greg Shaw "it's all coming back" rah-rah club sure did, and
the first disque-and-a-half sure didn't make me regret my choice one
bit. By the time the famed Montrealer got into his seventies hits it
all tumbled over me like a stack of back issues. Now I can hear what
the likes of Jymn Parrett and a whole bunch of under-the-covers rock
'n rollers did at a time when music like the kind Pagliaro churns out
on this acoustic live get-together wasn't exactly lighting a fire under the asses of the dulled out Pantsios-bred FM rock types. The extended 'tween songs
French patter didn't hinder this either, sounding almost as musical as
the actual tuneage.
***
Various Artists-KEB DARGE & LITTLE EDITH'S LEGENDARY WILD
ROCKERS CD-r burn (originally on BBE Records, England)
I didn't think any of these early rock 'n roll compilations could get
any wilder but this 'un sure does reach for levels of
musical insanity. Hotcha collection of early rockabilly, plain ol'
rock 'n roll and rhythm and blues that fits like a jigsaw because it
sure is tuned into the better aspects of late-fitfies unto pre-Beatles
sixties Amerigan doof. Most of these are new to my ears but there are a few recognizable classics such as Ronnie Cook and
the Gaylads' better-be-legendary-by-now "Goo Goo Muck", not forgetting
Kai Ray's "I Want Some of That" which helped put Minneapolis on the
rock 'n roll map! Well, maybe not as much as the Fendermen or Trashmen did but
still... A release that keeps up the energy level, but why the stoopid
tiki cover anyway?
***
Sun Ra-FRIENDLY GALAXY CD-r burn (originally on Leo Records,
England)
A just pre-stroke Ra does fine returning to the late-fifties Arkestra
style, sounding somewhat tired and ragged but still spirited enough to put on a fairly good performance. Some
unfamiliar trackage here as well as a few "hoary old chestnuts" as
they like to say. At least he didn't go outta this mortal coil
reducing himself to Chuck Mangione dribble the way I'm sure many a
record label mogul woulda wanted. Not a mandatory one, unless you're a Sun
Ra fanatic and I just know there are many of you out there who are (or better be!).
***
A WHOLE BUNCHA RADIO AIRCHECKS CD-r burns
Robert Forward sent these right under the ol' electro-charged wire and well, all I gotta say is what a way to top off a blogpost! The Chicago radio one featured nothing but some guy driving 'round talking about exchange students and Brazil (prolly a mistake on Forward's part), but the rest were hotcha enough in the ways they conveyed just how the concept of FM radio went from freeform entertainment to AOR pandering to the dullest aspects of doofus 18-34 years old Ameriga. Believe-you-me, I hadda LIVE through it all and you all know how much I get STEAMED!!! and wish for not only the dee-jays who played that musical mulch but their teenbo clientele to die long, painful deaths!
Tom Donahue's San Fran show from '68 was particularly boss what with his truly freeform playlist and intelligent 'tween song patter, but the "Brother Love" show on WAMO in Pittsburgh from 'round the same time was a real deal surprise for this particularly holed up in the bedroom dip of a blogschpieler! Imagine that Tim Leary type from DRAGNET uttering poster shop slogans along with guest Raymond the Condemned while Blue Cheer and Great Society tracks spin and you'll get an idea of just how cornballus something could be on one hand yet high-lariously in-tune on the other. Just take a listen to "The Museum of the Straight" and hope your name is not mentioned!
***
Hokay, here's yet another end of post come on for back issues of BLACK TO COMM that I know you're gonna keep on ignoring. But eh, what else
would I expect given all of that wonderful, enriching and
knowledgeable rock writing one can find on the web for free. Have fun
googling "Foreigner Rock Hall of Fame"...boy will you get the kind of
rock news I know you're just looking for!
VA – Jazz Moods: Cha Cha Party
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Artist: Various
Album: Jazz Moods: Cha Cha Party
Genre: Afro-Cuban Jazz, Cha-Cha, Afro-Cuban, Big Band, Cubano, Latin Jazz
Released: 2007
*Tracklist*
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Mini, Midi, Maxi│Emmanuelle Khanh│1972
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Mini, Midi, Maxi?
*[1972]*
Volkswagen launches air conditioning to match.
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THE OLD REDHEAD AND SCOOTER
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Sansón from Argentina
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I May Have Forgotten How to Do This...
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Tangerine Dream: SingAlongaTangs
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First published in *Sounds*, 6 November 1976
Tangerine Dream were a great band to spend time with; almost the polar
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TL Wahl - A Face In The Crowd
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TL Wahl - A Face in the Crowd LP.
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Bar Talk # 8
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Albert Ayler Quintet - Black Revolt (1966)
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Albert Ayler Quintet - Black Revolt
Tracklist:
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2 Ghosts 23:24
Bass - Lewis Worrell
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