tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61144221646241175202024-03-05T04:06:45.694-08:00Strange Things Happening Every DayCultural debris for social misfits, the somewhat enlightened, and the soulful fewRobert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-7449889563318975972016-04-20T15:53:00.002-07:002016-04-20T15:53:48.395-07:00MICKEY SPILLANE: POWER HUNGRY DINOSAUR GETS HIS LUMPS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In 1964, Gary Lewis and the Playboys auditioned for a job at Disneyland without telling
Disney employees that Gary was the son of the great Jerry Lewis.
The entertainment director of the park liked what he heard and
hired Gary and the boys on the spot to perform at the Space Bar in
Tomorrowland.
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Legendary record producer Snuff Garrett lived just two doors down from
Gary's famous father, and Jerry and Snuff had a
mutual friend, conductor Lou Brown, who'd worked with Jerry ever since
the Martin & Lewis days. Brown had brought Gary Lewis to
Snuff's attention. Garrett would later recall: "I got to thinkin' that, hey, if I can get a record cut with Gary, it'd be a
new way to promote records -- the son of a famous entertainer!"
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The first song that Garrett brought to the group was "This Diamond Ring," which had originally been offered to Bobby Vee. The session was financed by Gary's mother, Patty
Lewis. During the actual recording, the Playboys were almost irrelevant since they weren't allowed to play their instruments and their voices were
used sparingly. Snuff wanted a hit, so he insisted on using trusted
studio musicians.
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Garrett got "This Diamond Ring" on the radio in New
York City by making a deal with WINS disc jockey Murray the K., who ran
a series of all-star concerts at theaters around New York Murray was promised that, if he played Lewis' record, the Playboys would play on his
shows. Then Snuff had his neighbor, Jerry Lewis, pull some strings to
get his son on <i>The Ed Sullivan Show</i>.<br />
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Within a few weeks, Gary
and his group were on America's top variety program. But it was Sullivan's policy that all the acts appearing on
his show had to perform live. Since so many studio tricks had been used
on "This Diamond Ring," there was no way that the Playboys could re-create its sound.
So a compromise was struck. Gary sang along with pre-recorded tracks as
the Playboys faked it on their instruments. According to Garrett, this marked
the first time that a song had been lip-synched on the show.<br />
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Gary Lewis and the Playboys were instant stars. Their song
"This Diamond Ring" shot up to #1 and the pressing plants ran 24 hours a
day to keep up with the demand for the record.
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By 1965, Gary Lewis was Cash Box magazine's "Male Vocalist of the
Year," winning over nominees Elvis Presley and Frank
Sinatra. He was the first and only artist during the 1960's to have his
first seven releases reach Billboard's Top 10 on the Hot 100 chart. In
the Philippines during this time, Gary Lewis and the Playboys were considered to be America's answer
to the Beatles, and over a two-week period, sold out the Arianeta Coliseum there for 24 performances.<br />
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Along with his
appearances on various popular television shows, including <i>American Bandstand</i>, <i>The Joey Bishop Show</i>, and <i>The Tonight Show</i>, Gary accumulated an impressive five appearances within two years on the <i>Ed Sullivan Show</i>.<br />
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Between 1965 and 1966, Gary Lewis and the Playboys rattled off an
impressive string of hit singles. "This Diamond Ring" (#1), "Count Me
In" (#2), "Save Your Heart For Me" (#2), "She's Just My Style" (#3), "Everybody Loves A Clown" (#4), "Sure Gonna Miss Her" (#9) and "Green
Grass" (#8) -- all collected on this definitive album. <br />
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In their short-live career, Gary Lewis and the Playboys in total had eight Gold Singles, 17 US
Top 40 hits, and four Gold albums, and sold 45 million records worldwide.
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In 1971, Gary retired from performing and opened a music store in San
Fernando Valley, where he sold drums, guitars and accessories. He found, however, that he still had the urge to play, and in 1973, put a group
together called Medicine out of Tulsa, Oklahoma, which included Bill Cowsill, formerly with the great '60s pop band, the Cowsills. The band failed to meet
with any success.<br />
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In1984, Gary put a
new version of the Playboys together, and began
performing almost 100 shows a year with '60s pop groups like The Grass
Roots, Peter Noone (of Herman's Hermits), the Grass Roots, the Turtles, and the Buckinghams to cash in on the burgeoning Sixties nostalgia biz.<br />
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Gary also appeared
and performed on many of his father's Labor Day telethons for the
Muscular Dystrophy Association.
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Despite Gary Lewis' string of hits and popularity during the '60s, one thing's for certain: Not even the influence of his famous father will be able to get him into the honored position as a member of the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame.
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While the nation has mourned Michael Jackson, J.D. Salinger, and
Sky Saxon, many of us are still mourning the death of one of the
greatest country singers of all time, Vern Gosdin. <br />
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Known as The Voice
of country music, Gosdin died from a stroke on April 28, 2009. His was a
pained and tortured voice singing some of the saddest songs in the
world, and when he died, we truly lost one of the voices of the ages.<br />
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Forget the current crop of Nashville pop crooners. Gosdin was a man
who had the wrinkles of Merle Haggard and, like George Jones, knew what
it meant to weep. With his album, <i>Chiseled In Stone,</i> Gosdin
created a country music masterpiece. It's virtually impossible to get
through the thing without having an emotional breakdown.<br />
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On the album cover, the photo is worthy of Walker Evans. Gosdin squints
at you, his boot on the bumper of the car, a leaf trapped in its grill,
as two old men look out from the glass of a barber shop, its front
window marked by fading square-dance posters.<br />
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On the recordings themselves, Gosdin squints even harder, clobbering
you with the impact of his voice and the tight control of his band. The
steel guitars of Sonny Garrish and Jim Vest are particularly astounding
at recreating the sound of raw nerves.<br />
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The beauty of the record owes a
great deal to the songwriting abilities of Gosdin and Hank Cochran,
especially on "Set 'Em Up, Joe" and "I Guess I Had Your Leavin' Coming."<br />
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But the title song is the highlight. It's the story of a young man
who, after fighting with his girlfriend, ducks into a bar, only to be
told by an old codger that he should be grateful for what he's got--at
least his woman isn't dead, and he doesn't have to wander through life
alone.<br />
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"Chiseled in Stone" refers to the tombstone of the old man's
wife, but it now refers to Vern Gosdin's own life.<br />
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More to the point: "Chiseled in Stone" points to the tombstone's shadow cast in the background of all our lives.<br />
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Listed below are ust some of the awards Gosdin has received -- for <i>Chiseled
in Stone </i>alone (there were, ultimately, many more awards for many other things):<br />
1989 ASCAP Award - "Set 'Em Up Joe"<br />
1989 ASCAP Award - "Chiseled In Stone"<br />
1989 ASCAP Award - "Do You Believe Me Now?"<br />
1989 CMA Song of the Year - "Chiseled In Stone" (Max D. Barnes & Vern Gosdin)<br />
1988 Nashville Songwriters Association Song of the Year - "Chiseled In Stone"<br />
1988 CMA #1 Song - "Set 'Em Up Joe"<br />
1988 CMA Album of the Year - "Chiseled In Stone" (Nomination)<br />
1988 CMA Male Vocalist of the Year (Nomination)Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-27416504629728687402015-11-12T08:06:00.001-08:002015-11-12T08:07:25.330-08:00ROCK MAGAZINES THAT ROCK<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-87326093987975177702015-11-10T18:41:00.004-08:002015-11-10T18:43:20.341-08:00THE BEATLES GREATEST SHIT<div class="field field-type-text field-field-pollbody">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-weight: normal;">I remember listening to this B-Side when I was 9 years old and thinking "Wow the Beatles really suck!!!"</span></b></span></h3>
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<a class="active active" href="http://www.popkrazy.com/poll/what-beatles-worst-song-theyve-recorded#comment-151">Back in the U.S.S.R.</a></h3>
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Such an annoying song.</div>
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<a class="active active" href="http://www.popkrazy.com/poll/what-beatles-worst-song-theyve-recorded#comment-150">Ob la di</a></h3>
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is terrible....ruined rock n roll.</div>
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<a class="active active" href="http://www.popkrazy.com/poll/what-beatles-worst-song-theyve-recorded#comment-149">Missing from list</a></h3>
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"I Don't Want to Spoil the Party" spoils every party I ever hear it palyed at.</div>
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"Flying" was just movie-score filler, so leave it out of this!
"Wild Honey Pie" is stupid, but commendably demented. COuld I suggest
replacing it with "Why Don't We Do It In the Road?" It's one of the
earliest examples of Paul's willingness to record literally anything
that he happened to make up.....</div>
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Add Yellow Submarine and All Together Now to that list as
well...and while we're at it, can we also add John Lennon's Happy
Christmas (War Is Over)...probably the most irritating song of all time!</div>
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What, no "Revolution No. 9"? Or does that not count as a song?
And I'm kind of shocked that "'Til There Was You" didn't make it either.</div>
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Lots of Maxwell hatin :(</div>
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Mr Moonlight is up there. All Together Now is pretty dull. Run
For Your Life is *SO* thrown together as well. I would pick Run For
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What makes this song so awful is not the music, its John's
threat to kill his girl if he catches her with another man. And he's not
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<i> Their faces drooping in disbelief, the fans shook their
baffled, bewildered heads. "If we hadn't seen him with our own eyes we
never would have believe it." </i><br />
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<i>They were commenting on Lou Reed's
Transformation from a wrestling hero to a savage villain.</i> -- from<i> Teenage Wasteland Gazette</i> #2<br />
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All Last year Lou Reed underwent variously assorted
transformations. At one time he was a pirate, and another time he became
a transvestite, and even a Lou Reed pamphlet was printed and
distributed, claiming that Lou actually had a double who was really
responsible for his first album.<br />
<br />
This year, on the other hand, Lou Reed
must carry the role of a social deviant who hides in closets and jerks
off at the mere mention of Marilyn Monroe. Essentially, it's back to
those blissful days of Warhol legends when living was clean, and
everybody could be zombies with black circles around their eyes.<br />
<br />
That's
showbiz, and Lou Reed always did wanna appear in a Broadway musical.<br />
<br />
This
new album is further proof even that Lou Reed has turned into something
sicker than a homicidal-rapist-mass murderer-porno editor. Far gone is
that prevailing commercial bubblegum flair so evident on the first album
(e.g. "I Love You," "'Lisa Says," "Love Makes You Feel").
Instead, it's more like what the third Velvet Underground album would
have sounded like if David Bowie had been in charge of production back
then.<br />
<br />
There's a couple of cute ditties on here that perhaps belong on <i>We're Only In It For The Money </i>(dumbshit
show tunes in which Bowie gets to fill in all the vacant gaps with
chugging trombones and tubas), but other than that this album proclaims
itself as most masterpieces proclaim themselves: IT GROWS ON YA!<br />
<br />
Primarily
this is because of the lyrics. There are so many good lines thrown at
ya at once that, in fact, you could even make a scrapbook. Prime
examples are for instance like on "Vicious" a chunky rocker which wraps
its belt around ya with the lines – "When I see you walking down he
street, I step on you walking down the street, I step on your hands and
mangle your feet" or "Hey, why don't you swallow razor blades?!" which
fades into the gritty chorus:<br />
<br />
<i>Vicious <br />You hit me with a flower<br />You do it every hour<br />Oh, baby, you're so vicious.</i><br />
<br />
Then
there's "Wagon Wheel," which is even more frantic than "Vicious" except
that it features a prayer by Lou wherein he confesses all of his sins.
Yeah, it's got good lines, too, like – "but if'n you think that you get
kicks from flirting with danger/then kick her in the head and re-arrange
her". This all fizzles into an over-bold attempt at "Wake Me, Shake
Me."<br />
<br />
Other noteworthy efforts include "Satellite of Love," total
Bowie and would make a terrific Xmas AM hit single; "Make Up," a careful
study of all the gunk that attractive "slick little girls" smear on
their faces; "I'm So Free," a punk psychedelic rouser reminiscent of the
Electric Prunes and a definite Midwest regional hit; and "Andy's
Chest," which mostly takes about how your bellybutton is really your
mouth and if your feet stink it's really your nose.<br />
<br />
But none of
em, absolutely none of em, can top "Walk on the Wild Side," which is
most certainly the best thing Lou Reed has come out with since "Rock
& Roll." The song is one of those impromptu "Wild Child"
ramble-epics which feature exclusively Lou's magnificent sense of
sneeze-phrasing. Strings are attached onto this one, and it makes you
feel like tiny ants are gnawing on your big toe.<br />
<br />
At the final clip of
the saga, Bowie crams a mellow sax up your rectum, and Lou has his
colored (that's what he calls em) backup female chorus do some
percolator imitations. But it's words that curdle your oily lubricants
and none are better than this verse:<br />
<br />
<i>Candy came from out on the island <br />In the backroom she was everybody's darling <br />But she never lost her head<br />Even when she was giving head.<br />She sez – hey, babe, take a walk on the wild side.</i><br />
<br />
Well,
of course, there are songs you're gonna wanna skip, but the cover
should make up for that. Lou Reed looks like he just stepped out of the
horror flick about zombies or even more like he's been giving rim jobs
to the Fugs during the performance on <i>Golden Filth</i>. Yup, he's a
full-fledged social degenerate now, and I really don't see how he could
get any lower. Not even <i>Candid Press </i>would have the guts to touch him
these days.<br />
<br />
Nevertheless, other than the fact that this album is
great, there's something especially fine about it which sets it apart
from all the other crappy platters being released lately. I mean, hell,
at least it ain't anal retentive.<br />
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Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-16446765948132325402015-10-29T16:00:00.004-07:002015-10-29T16:06:38.942-07:00THE REAL GODFATHER OF NEW JERSEY<h1 class="title">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>UNCLE FLOYD KNOWS BEST</b></span></div>
In the beginning was the word, and the word was <a href="http://www.unclefloyd.com/">Uncle Floyd</a>. (There are other words, too -- Floyd Vivino, Mugsy, Oogie, the peanut gallery -- but that's a longer story.)<br />
<br />
My devotion to this teevee character and his
throw-it-against-the-wall programming broadcast via UHF out of New
Jersey is rooted in the fact that for years I never saw the program but
only heard about it from my friends in the New York City area.<br />
<br />
<i>The Uncle Floyd Show </i>was what rock 'n' roll elitists watched while everyone else was focused on <i>Saturday Night Live</i>. <br />
<br />
Ulimately, the comedy schtick of Uncle Floyd and his cast of misfits suggested a
paradise that rarely existed on broadcast television -- a sacred place where whatever you could think of you could actually do, no matter what the mayhem.<br />
<br />
Much of what we take for granted now -- especially the homemade
ineptitude of a YouTube video or the intentional messiness of hipster television
commercials -- were all present on Day One on Floyd's program taped in what seemed
like someone's garage.<br />
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The local and national garage bands flocked there and rose to the anarchist challenge.<br />
<br />
Back in the days of NY punk and garage sensibilities, when music was riskier and certainly more harebrain, I used<i> The Uncle Floyd Show</i>
as a barometer of whether or not I would want to associate with
someone. When I was asked, as music critics often were back then, what I was "into
these days," I'd say: "Uncle Floyd, of course." Invariably, someone
would respond with, "yeah, well, I like Pink Floyd, too, but they
haven't been the same since <i>The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.</i> Then, I would simply walk away.<br />
<br />
Not everyone was hip to Uncle Floyd back then. But now, you can buy his
programs on DVD, VHS, and the Internet, and long for the day when
discovering a televison program really meant something -- when the arcane and homegrown had a chance to grow an audience within the parameters of true rebellion by eating away at the edges of local programming.<br />
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Thanks to Uncle Floyd, New Jersey remains my favorite state (of consciousness).<br />
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Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-46697874396468654162015-10-27T07:40:00.003-07:002015-10-27T07:40:55.051-07:00THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE YOU AWAY, HA-HAAA!!<div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>They're coming to take us away, ha-haaa!</b></span></span></div>
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Here are XVI responses (answer records) to Napoleon XIV's novelty hit, "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!" (Warner Bros 5831), recorded by audio engineer Jerry Samuels posing as Napoleon Bonaparte. I one-of-a-kind hit record that proves that the history of rock 'n' roll is not always what it seems.<br />
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The source below list (w/ more info) corresponds to the title listed.<br />
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1. Josephine: "They Took You Away, I'm Glad I'm Glad"<br />
2. Josef: ""Took You Away, I'm Glad I'm Glad<br />
3. Josephine XIII: "Down On The Funny Farm (Oy Vey)"<br />
4. Josephine XV: "I'm Happy They Took You Away, Ha-Haaa!"<br />
5. Henry The IX: "Don't Take Me Back, Oh- Nooo!"<br />
6. The Emperor: "I'm Normal"<br />
7. Teddy & Darrel: "They Took You Away, I'm Glad I'm Glad"<br />
8. Rose Brooks: "They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!"<br />
9. Kim Fowley: "They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!"<br />
10. VIX Noelopan: "!Aaah-Ah, Yawa Em Ekat Ot Gnimoc Er'yeht"<br />
11. Floris VI: "Ze Nemen Me Eindelijk Mee, Ha- Haaa!"<br />
12. Floris VI: "Ahah Eem Kjilednie Em Nemen Ez"<br />
13. I Balordi: "Vengono A Portarci Via Ah, Aah!"<br />
14. Napoleon Puppy: "Ellos Me Quieren Llevar"<br />
15. Boots Walker: "They're Here"<br />
16. Beatrice Kay w/ Mitchell Ayres & His Orch.: "Hoooray, Hooray, I'm Goin' Away"<br />
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1. Valiant 745-A, 1966<br />
2. Valiant 745-B, 1966<br />
3. Cameo 427, 1966<br />
4. Warner Bros. LP 1661 (<i>They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha-Haa!</i> LP), 1966<br />
5. Showcase 9810<br />
6. Current 111, 1966<br />
7. Mira LP 10,000 (<i>These Are The Hits, You Silly Savage!</i>), 1966<br />
8. Soul City 750, 1967 <br />
9. CBS (UK) 202243, 1966<br />
10. Warner Bros. 5831, 1966 (flipside to orig. hit)<br />
11. Decca (Netherlands) 10223-A, 1966<br />
12. Decca (Netherlands) 10223-B, 1966<br />
13.
Durium (Italy) 7494, 1966 (acc. to Roberto Lanterna, "The Italian
lyrics were by their producer Luciano Giacotto, and they're a bit
different from the original -- here the band are taken away to a mental
hospital because their music is too loud!")<br />
14. CBS (Argentina)
21779; wr. cr. "Napoleón Bonaparte" (acc. to Ayrton Mugnaini, "The
record plays at 33rpm. In the vinyl era Brazil and Argentina shared the
dubious honour of being the only major phonographic markets not to
produce singles at 45rpm.")<br />
15. Rust 5115, 1967; aka Ernie Maresca<br />
16. Columbia 37922, 1947<br />
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Track
#10 above is the B-side to the hit single, and was a mirror-image (both
sonically and graphically) of the topside. It is listed (among the
album's other contents) on the front cover to the Napoleon XIV album,
but, for reasons unknown, was replaced on the actual disc with the
Josephine XV track (#4 above).<br />
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Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-87480680116494825002015-10-24T11:22:00.004-07:002015-10-24T11:22:41.197-07:00WHAT TROUT MASK REPLICA HATH WROUGHT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Released in 1969, <i>Trout Mask Replica </i>by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band remains one of the crowning achievements of the second half of the 20th century.<br />
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Produced by Frank Zappa, Don Van Vliet’s masterwork was created as if
it were an ethnic field recording. As has been thoroughly documented, the musicians lived under
cult-like conditions without food or regular sustenance, experiencing ongoing rigorous "music lessons" by Beefheart.<br />
<br />
The
great British deejay John Peel has said it best: "If there has been
anything in the history of popular music which could be described as a
work of art in a way that people who are involved in other areas of art
would understand, then <i>Trout Mask Replica</i> is that work.<span style="text-decoration: none;">"</span><br />
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<span style="text-decoration: none;">Still, even today, the album's influence knows no bounds, its mysteries circuitous and neverending. </span><br />
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<span class="article_intro"><i>"The fireside, the lamplight intimate
and low, reverie with finger at the brow, and eyes that lose themselves
in answering looks..."</i> – Paul Verlaine, ‘La Bonne Chanson’ </span><br />
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<span class="article_text">Born on February 19, 1940, William "Smokey"
Robinson was blessed at birth with an extraordinary poetic vision: God
stepped down from His lofty perch and kissed the newborn's brow. </span><br />
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<span class="article_text">Since
then, Smokey – with a voice that can melt M&M's – has made us swoon,
massaging our hearts with a romantic lyricism that justly earned him
the title of World's Greatest Living Poet, awarded by both Bob Dylan and
Patti Smith, prior to their current respective sainthoods.</span><br />
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<span class="article_text">From the Miracles' inception in the late
'50s, Smokey swore that his music was inspired by the 12-year-old
Frankie Lymon. Presently, because of his meticulous phrasing and air of
self-confidence, he seems to be inspired by a more ancient deity, Frank
Sinatra. </span><br />
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<span class="article_text">During his waning years, Sinatra's voice mellowed, like a
fine whiskey, into an authoritative perfection. Similarly, Smokey's
voice now sails through a melody as if guided by the wisdom of a
navigator so sure of his course that not even an approaching fog could
dim his visibility.</span><br />
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<span class="article_text">Released on February 25, 1980,<i> Warm Thoughts</i>, Smokey's seventh solo
album after he split from the Miracles in 1972, is the Motown
Symbolist's most vital effort at keeping the embers of love burning
since <i>One Dozen Roses</i>, his 1971 twilight masterpiece with the
Miracles. </span><br />
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<span class="article_text">On the album, his lyrics still rely upon the turned around phrase (‘Into
Each Rain Some Life Must Fall’) – a sure sign of an intrinsic faith in
language – but more than that, they reflect the poetic maturation of an
artist no longer deceived by a mirage. Smokey has not only grown up, but
his voice has changed, too.</span><br />
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<span class="article_text">His intertwining verse is still the stuff
that romances are made of. Only a genuine madrigalist could have
composed these lines from "Heavy On Pride (Light On Love)" -- </span><br />
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<span class="article_text"><i>So you say you stopped by<br />
To make sure I watered creeping<br />
Charlie<br />
And to use the phone<br />
But that ain't so<br />
Baby, cause I know<br />
You well enough<br />
To know that kind of stuff couldn't<br />
bring you home</i></span><br />
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<span class="article_text">To comprehend the adulthood of Smokey's
rhyme scheme is to understand why the soul of his ballads belongs to a
heaven light years away from the sleazy pit where Barry White and Teddy
Pendergrass croon in June about spoons.</span><br />
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<span class="article_text">The album, of course, is not without flaws,
but they are tactical errors, due primarily to the presence of
intruders. On "Wine, Women and Song," Smokey sings a duet with his wife,
Claudette, that's only saved from the schmaltz of Peaches and Herb by
the magical allure of Smokey's voice. Co-written and co-produced with
Stevie Wonder, the Godfather of Plants, "Melody Man" never really rises
above its pop-disco sound to give Smokey a chance to paint his words
across the landscape.</span><br />
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<span class="article_text">Nevertheless, the erotically rhythmic
moments of the album (the pendulum swing of "Let Me Be The Clock," the
shame-shame-shame groove of "Heavy On Pride") offset any of its
headaches. Already a well-established album in the R&B canon, <i>Warm Thoughts </i>-- its
revealed intimacies perhaps even designed for our own bedrooms -- remains one of the great the make-out albums of the early '80s.</span><br />
<span class="article_text"><br /></span>Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-25684032690831871692015-10-19T08:18:00.000-07:002015-10-19T08:18:41.896-07:00THERE WILL BE DRUMS<div style="text-align: center;">
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George Coleman's nickname was Bongo Joe, but no one seems to know why,
least of all George. In Houston during the late '40s, he was turned
down for a job as a drummer in a local band because he did not own a set
of drums. George got real mad, found a discarded oil drum (Houston has
plenty!), dented it with an axe, and hit the streets.<br />
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A self-made beatnik, George played for tourists in Galveston and found
work in a coffeehouse in Houston. But no one really appreciated his art
so George moved to San Antonio, where he played for small change in
front of the Alamo and where, on December 7, 1968, on portable
equipment, this bizarre album was recorded.<br />
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Coleman's instrument is a 55-gallon oil drum which he pounds with the
handles of oil cans filled with pebbles and BB-shot. His voice is that
of a '50s R&B shouter. At odd moments, he will mumble to himslef,
and when he cannot think of anything to say, he whistles or makes bird
noises. He is given to mad outbursts of panting and laughter. Although
seemingly composed on the spot, his lyrics are hip, filled with bawdy
humor and structured as fables. George slings the bullshit real good.<br />
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Eight songs comprise this album, released in 1969 as Arhoolie 1040, and entitled simply "Bongo Joe."
Each of these songs sound like Bo Diddley and Mardi Gras music
thrashing it out at the same time. Complete with barking and woofing,
"Innocent Little Doggy" is the tale of a mutt who is run over by a drunk
driver. George describes the dog's flea-bitten corpse in detail,
comparing it, rather tragically, to a Skid Row bum.<br />
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On "Transistor Radio," a woman grieves for her dead husband only
because he is being buried with her only radio. "Cool It," the funkiest
cut here, is worthy of James Brown, especially when George rants about
"too much outasight and not enough insight." Other titles include "Dog
Eat Dog," "Listen at That Bull," and "I Wish I Could Sing"--titles that
speak for themselves.<br />
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This record exists because Arhoolie, one of the great labels
dedicated to the preservation of musical roots, felt that George's sound
was a solid link between African roots and American black music. Since
other cultures used drums as a way of conveying simple messages, then,
according to the liner notes, George's craft "is the logical extension
of this primitive art into modern culture."<br />
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Whatever the highfalutin justification for the record's release, it just sounds like rock 'n' roll to me.Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-59215357719315128772015-10-19T08:13:00.001-07:002015-10-19T08:17:42.268-07:00THOSE MINDBENDING KIDS OF YORE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A Manchester combo originally called the Jets, Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders performed with a trebly guitar, shirll falsettos, and a breakneck purposelessness. In 1965, they released, as if by chance, one of the great party albums of the British Beat era: The Game of Love (Fontana MGF 27542).<br />
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The British Invasion era -- which gave us so much with the Beatles, and
somehow gave us so little -- was mostly about English whippersnappers
discovering and usurping American R&B. And the Mindbenders set out
to prove that they too knew the traditions.<br />
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Traveling the length of this
album, a short sweet distance, it's as if you have passed through the
entire history of rock 'n' roll up to 1965.<br />
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Like the Animals and the Pretty Things, the Mindbenders conveyed
their roots with integrity -- and with an enthusiasm that suggests they
knew their moment would be brief. Without stopping for breath, the
cover Bo Diddley's "Cops and Robbers," Fats Domino's "I'm Gonna Be a
Wheel Someday," Ernie K-Doe's "A Certain Girl," and Chuck Berry's
"Jaguar and the Thunderbird." Their version of "The Girl Can't Help It"
is like a studio outtake caught in the middle of things -- the band plays
too fast, stumbling, trying to keep pace with Little Richard's spirit.<br />
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Half the time these guys even sound like a girl group with their
haunting, wavering falsettos never cracking, going way beyond what seems
natural for male voices. There is a handclapping version of Little
Eva's "Keep Your Hands Off My Baby, an Ellie Greenwich tribute ("She's
Got the Power"), a piercing "Too Many Tears," and a song done in the
style of the Motown ladies ("You Don't Know Me"), all played with a
doo-wah innocence. The one original on the album "One More Time," could
be a recording by Rosie and the Originals.<br />
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"The Game of Love," the hit the album was built around, depended on
this girl-group effervescence. (A year later, with "A Groovy Kind of
Love," this style collapsed into a nauseating croon.) The voice
states: "The purpose of a man is to love a woman, and the purpose of a
woman is to love a man," then a perfect tinny guitar fills the space, a
bass competes with a falsetto, and a sexual squeal tears through the
Garden of Eden. It sounds like the band is in drag.<br />
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Like many great albums, this one seems tossed together -- and it
probably was, released quickly in the wake of the Beatles' triumph.<br />
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In
fact, the Mindbenders themselves were thrown together in May, 1963, when
two of the members of the Jets didn't show up for an audition for
Fontana records.<br />
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This particular Mindbenders' recorded work has that kind of lightweight charm,
the music of kids learning the ropes with determination and not caring
if they lose, thrown together for one brief moment of enlightenment. The British Beat era was full of such young bands, but as
this album shows, the Minderbenders were one of the very best. They
were truly the "yeah, yeah, yeah"'s the Beatles left behind.Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-27795465166036714062015-10-15T17:05:00.001-07:002015-10-15T17:05:02.490-07:00ROY ORBISON SINGS....SORT OF<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unpublished (and censored) review of "Roy Orbison Sings" (MGM SE 4835), an album released in the United States in 1972.</span><br />
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Brave Combo remain the definitive polka-rock band. They were founded in 1979 by guitarist/accordianist/genius Carl Finch in Denton, Texas. For over 35 years, the group has been a major force in popularizing polka music in America, a genre that was once, believe it or not, actually frowned upon. <br />
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Brave Combo often plays and records covers of popular songs in a style radically different from the original version. In other words, they subvert the text. Some examples of this are the polka versions of Hendrix's "Purple Haze" and the Doors' "People are Strange." These restructured versions of familiar songs are performed with humor, but are not really considered a joke or a novelty release.<br />
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If I'm telling you stuff you already know, well, then here's some facts about Brave combo that might be news to you...<br />
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<li>Brave Combo made an appearance as animated figures on the March 21, 2004, episode of <i>The Simpsons.</i> </li>
<li>Their song "Busy Office Rhumba" was used as the theme for the 1993 FOX television series <i>Bakersfield P.D. </i> </li>
<li>They wrote and performed the theme song for the <i>2005 series ESPN Bowling Night</i>.</li>
<li>Two of their songs are on the 1989 Gumby album.</li>
<li>In 2000, they appeared on the national telecast of the MDA Labor Day Telethon, and the great Jerry Lewis danced along to their music.</li>
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<span style="color: red;"><b>And best of all</b></span><b><span style="color: red;">:</span> </b>Carl Finch and I produced Time-Life Music's incredible <i>The Treasury of Polka Music</i>, a 2-CD definitive set of the very best of polka hits--the genre's greatest recordings! This monumental project was only sold via direct-market channels, specifically broadcast television, and is long gone (altho avail via used CD markets). The anthology is a real tribute to Mr. Finch's knowledge and genius.<br />
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<br />Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-23054746932735124332015-10-12T07:15:00.002-07:002015-10-12T07:17:10.111-07:00MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS: CRUISING THE AUTUMN SCENE WITH DEAN MARTIN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-68316361798669265542015-10-12T07:09:00.002-07:002015-10-12T07:09:14.333-07:00ALL HAIL THE CREEPING TERROR KNOWN AS FRANK ZAPPA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Frank Zappa is the creeping terror!</i><br />
<br />
X the Unknown, That's Mr. Z., who
set himself up ages ago as the spokesman for the dawn of social
correction (listen, Barry McGuire was just clowning around, and Sgt.
Barry Sadler just hated gooks so they don't count) and told a whole
generation of innocent babes (not yet exposed to warfare like <i>Starsky and Hutch </i>but still being fed on <i>Star Trek </i>and <i>The Joe Pyne Show) </i>to TURN OFF THEIR TV SETS.<br />
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That's really what the agenda of <i>Freak Out </i>was
all about, a justification for Zappa's own paranoia, suggesting that
the Brain Police were actually seeping out of the tube.<br />
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Just like
with Richard Nixon, though, it's time to stop kicking Frankie Zzzzzz
around. It's getting boring. His head is in another direction altogether
since those early days of hippie propaganda.<br />
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The cynicism is still
apparent, but the music is no more a weak excuse for labored classical
rips and free jazz atonality soup. In retrospect, there's nothing more
hilarious than the sarcasm flaunted by the Mothers, and essentially
Zappa has maintained that act all along.<br />
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With this in mind, <i>Zoot Allures </i>is a riot (well, ya know, in a perverted sense, like watching <i>Lawrence Welk </i>and
thinking it's cute). "The Torture Never Stops" has gotta be the bumper
sticker statement on Zappa's Mercedes (Honk for Zappa!) cause it has
certainly been the theme of his last few records. On this doodle, the
anguished moans and gasps of a woman being disassembled seems to be the
ribtickler. Anyway, the mood of a concentration camp does come across
(similar to "The Chrome Plated Megaphone of Destiny": hoo boy).<br />
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"Friendly Little Fingers" is just Zappa's witty way of saying that he
does a guitar solo with himself (song ends with a chorus of "Bringing in
the Sheaves"). Followed by "Wonderful Wino" which is the tale of an
alkie who eats the labels off wine bottles and craps on old ladies'
lawns (satire? WHAT DEPTH!).<br />
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"Zoot Allures" presents a restful pause. I
wouldn't trade it for any Mancini record in. the whole world. Another
chuckle is ‘Ms. Pinky’, Zappa's version of ‘Gloria’ with explicit sex
lyrics for hardcore porn addicts (Redd Foxx is still the reigning champ).<br />
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But
it's on "Disco Box" where Zappa really lets loose his punches ("Leave
his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb"). A novelty song like "Disco
Duck" could never fathom the vacuum of a trendy dance scene because it
uses the disco formula to its own advantage. In contrast, Zappa remains
consistently offensive by fronting his attack with heavy-metal slices.
Rarely has Zappa bitten his enemy so viciously. For those of you who
despise the disko dorks, it's pure catharsis.<br />
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Suddenly the Disco Scene is
transformed into a Disco Wake, composed of shuffling lacquered bodies
with only a brainwashing pulse to keep them in motion. For Zappa, disco
represents a masturbational fixation (the mindless bumps celebrating
only the movements of pounding yr poodle). "Disco Boy, no one
understands, but thank the Lord you still got hands/to do that jerking
off that'll blot out your disco sorrow/it's disco love tonight." Ain't
that sweet?<br />
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<i>Zoot Allures </i>is really only successful as a comedy
album. Zappa's music is still about as exciting as a wet sponge, but he
has found a new scapegoat. Television no longer seems to be the target
of Zappa's satirical whip as much as the zombie wave of discophiliacs. In the final analysis, according to his Holiness the Zappa, who, indeed, are the Brain Police? Barry White!
Salsoul Orchestra! K.C. and the Sunshine Band! Silver Convention! Ooga
Booga and his Average Honkie Band and the entire silly bunch.<br />
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Thanks for the great insight, Frankie, baby! Robert Hullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08688047800381274323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114422164624117520.post-21857882545248874362015-10-09T18:37:00.002-07:002015-10-09T18:44:51.264-07:00THE HOMBRES LET IT ALL HANG OUT IN A GARBAGE CAN<br />
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<span class="submitted"></span><b>The Hombres, Let It Out (Verve/Forecast FTS-3036), 1967</b></div>
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This is one of the great American garage albums that just don’t give
a hoot.<br />
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A Memphis combo, the Hombres opted for the lighter side of
garage-punk. The Hombres’ album cover (which is their only album cover
since no record label was brave enough to release another record by
them) is an obvious reference to the Trashmen’s<i> Surfin’ Bird </i>LP, released in ’64, which shows the infamous surf band from Minneapolis clustered around a garbage truck.<br />
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Ironically, the Hombres had originally intended to be a surf band. In
1967, they traveled through Houston posing as a pop version of a West
Coast surf group and somehow got tangled up with Texas producer Huey
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In 1965, Meaux had already transformed a band of San Antonio
punksters into an ersatz British Invasion act, the Sir Douglas Quintet
(featuring a very young Doug Sahm). And so, with the Hombres, Meaux saw
an opportunity for reshaping the rebellion of a garage band into a
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With Huey at the helm, the Hombres’ first 45 was “Let It Out (Let It All Hang
Out),” a clear parody of Bob Dylan’s vocal style. It is still the only
pop hit that’s ever begun with a raspberry. In late ’67, the single went
to #12 on Billboard’s pop chart—but only after the title had been
censored to “Let It Out.”<br />
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Here are the song's notoriously ridiculous lyrics:<br />
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"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive<br />
On John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve"<br />
(Bronx cheer)<br />
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No parkin' by the sewer sign<br />
Hot dog, my razor's broke<br />
Water drippin' up the spout<br />
But I don't care, let it all hang out<br />
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Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees<br />
Sun is shinin' through the shade<br />
Nobody knows what it's all about,<br />
It's too much, man, let it all hang out<br />
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Saw a man walkin' upside down<br />
My T.V.'s on the blink<br />
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout<br />
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out<br />
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Sleep all day, drive all night<br />
Brain my numb, can't stop now<br />
For sure ain't no doubt<br />
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out<br />
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It's rainin' inside a big brown moon<br />
How does that mess you baby up, leg<br />
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut<br />
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out<br />
Let it all hang out (repeat in a bumbling manner)"<br />
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The irreverent album includes all of the Hombres’ self-penned
attempts to follow their initial punk/novelty hit—“Am I High,” Mau Mau
Mau,” and “It’s a Gas.” The latter song is not to be confused with
Mad’s Alfred E Newman’s infamous novelty song of the same name. Whereas
Alfred’s record featured lots of belching and burping, the Hombres’ “gas”
record features the inspirational verse: “Don’t worry about the
future, forget about the past/Whether it’s good or bad, it’s a gas!”<br />
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Most of the material on this album is marked by an offhand good
heartedness as if the group is perfectly aware that their own musical
ineptitude is beside the point. Meaux’s typically lackadaisical
production-style only enhances the sound of the cheesy organ and sloppy
guitars.<br />
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Perhaps the most telling moment on the album occurs during the
middle of yet another garage version of Van Morrison’s “Gloria.” It is a
remarkable version.<br />
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The song is untamed and yet focused, but it remains remarkable because
it appears, suddenly, all six (6) minutes of it, out of context in the
midst of a Southern-punk work of utter buffoonery. And then, right at
the heart of the song, the Hombres forget—or seem to forget—the tune
they’re playing, detouring into a charming, albeit primitive, stab at
the Byrds’ “Eight Miles High.”<br />
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With warmth and spirit, the Hombres album seems to explicate Alfred E. Newman’s famous maxim: “What, me worry?”<br />
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When this book comes up, everybody asks, <i>"Are these people for real?"</i><br />
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Here we have a strange book that combines rock criticism and cartoons with a kind of cyncal joy. It's true celebration of cultural debris for the masses.<br />
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Well, I wrote most of the thing.<br />
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Gimme a break: I’ve been keeping up with all this cultural crap for almost 50 years now! <br />
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Like the Mad Peck (the "brains" behind this strange book) once said, before he was tucked away in the bowels of the Brown University archives, “I’ve watched more television than anybody.” <br />
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Me, I don’t watch much teevee anymore because there are way too many images and texts on all the other addictive screens.<br />
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Anyway, I’m here to save you some time. That’s right, at this site, we glean the trash so you don’t have to. <br />
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Keep in mind, I have a staff of 20 solipsistic geeks who do nothing but surf ‘n’ drool all day long. It’s tough managing these guys, so please please please give us a few nickels to get ‘em fed. Burgers are okay with them. And they eat pizza and Subway sandwiches. (Actually it makes me sick just watching ‘em eat, but when your eyes never leave the screen, you’re bound to miss your mouth.)<br />
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And to answer the gnawing question right off the bat: Yes, I dig stuff from the ’90s and the ’00s, but not so much. Like, there’s too much old stuff most folks don’t know about. <br />
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Do you know who Harmonica Frank Floyd is? Well, there you go…that’s exactly what I’m talking about.<br />
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Potential tags: Providence Rhode Island, Brown University, TV Guide, '70s rock, Nick Tosches, Mad Peck, Harmonica Frank Floyd<br />
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