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When GG Allin finally did die, all I could think of was, "good riddance." Once less attention-starved cretin unworthy of our attention.
Gus wrote: "When GG Allin finally did die, all I could think of was, "good riddance." Once less attention-starved cretin unworthy of our attention."
Well put. One less wart on the ass of progress.
Well put. One less wart on the ass of progress.
Talk about an epiphany.
On the day “Quadrophenia” was released, me and Coop hauled ass up to Dearborn Music and both plunked down what we thought at the time was long green (probably about $6.99 each) for our own personal copies, then raced back to my house, went up to my room, locked the door, opened a window, fired one up, slit the shrink wrap, and powered up my old Marantz receiver, Dual turntable, and Advent speakers. About halfway through Side 2, Coop looked up at me, his eyes glazed over like Ban Roll-On applicators, and proclaimed “Pete Townshend is a genius.” I thought, “No shit, Sherlock…”
The theme here is complicated, really, but the music is simple and immediate; windmilling riffs collides with pulse-racing drums, ascending brass fills and John Entwistle playing the bass like a lead guitar.
Must be something in the air, Clark, because Quadrophenia has been on heavy rotation this week.
Keith Moon's best drumming is all over this album.
Keith Moon's best drumming is all over this album.
I got a tee shirt with that creepy monkey on it. It's bright green and I LOVE it.
uhhh...wait. That album isn't out yet, janine. Did you cheat??
Thanks. I was hoping you'd tell me how to do it too! I knew the songs were out somewhere because @ the show I went to everyone was singing along to the new stuff.
”You can’t get rock from a bad fuzzy guitar and a bongo” – Ken Simmons, “Rolling Stone,” July 23, 1970
Uh, try again.
When a recent drunken argument masquerading as a conversation amongst friends turned to perfect albums, I immediately spit out “The Slider,” still fully convinced 38 years after I bought it in 1972 as a perpetually-stoned 15-year-old that there’s not a wasted note on it. No pun intended on the “wasted” part.
Unfortunately, the luxury of nearly four decades and now a lyric sheet have proved absolutely worthless in cracking the code of electric metal faun Marc Bolan’s insular world, one crammed and frought with hubcap diamond star haloes, mambo suns, white swans, Les Pauls, wizards, unicorns, gongs (banged), inner-planet love, and large, over-powered American automobiles.
It’s a candygram from the gods which doesn’t get all of the press of, say, “Ziggy Stardust,” but remains every bit as seminal as anything old carrot top’s ever come up with, minus the paranoid themes of rock star death, impending planetary doom, and up-and-coming suicide. PM me with your concerns, questions, or death threats. I’m here for you.
Producer Tony Visconti deserves much of the credit, wringing every available decibel out of Bolan, Mickey Finn, Steve Currie, and Bill Legend and fashioning his own wall of sound and an all-out, knock-down space trip from songs stripped down like old jalopies then souped up for speed and lines worthy of entire albums, like:
Slim lined sheikh-faced
Angel of the night
Riding like a cowboy
In the graveyard of the night
The highlights are many, from the full-tilt locomotion of album opener “Metal Guru,” which apparently tanked as a single everywhere in the U.S. except Detroit (go figure), to the pot of quicksand at the end of the rainbow, the dirge-like “Main Man,” which loudly proclaims from deep within the quagmire, “Bolan likes to rock, now/Yes he does, yes he does.” And how.
On adrenaline whoops like “Rock On,” “The Slider,” “Baby Boomerang,” and “Telegram Sam,” Bolan stakes his claim as one of the era’s most undervalued and brassy guitarists, something generally buried under the screams and soiled panties of countless Brit schoolgirls bowled over by T. Rextasy. Sonically speaking, “Rabbit Fighter” just may be his finest moment, taming the current with a series of synapse-blowing runs and a solo that’s truly diabolical in its unrestraint.
Due to all of his tongue-twisting verbal postures, you’d be hard pressed to figure out what Bolan’s on about most of the time, but don’t let that stop you. “The Slider” swings like Godzilla’s nuts in a tsunami.
Husker Du's super-awesome New Day Rising....(I never got into T-Rex, by the way...)
Ok. Barbara, you inspired me to do it the real way since I've got my ipod on random right now too:Masters of War-Tim O'Brien
Haleiwa-Jack Johnson
What a Wonderful World-Dan Zanes and Friends
SexyBack-Justin Timberlake
Coconut-Practical Magic Soundtrack
(how humiliating)
No bashing Taylor Swift around here...the moderator will not tolerate that!
In my defense one of those songs is my husband's and one is my kid's.
I like her too, Barbara, and I'm older than 33.
Barbara wrote: "lol - I'm not bashing ... I like her, it's just kind of embarassing for a 33 y/o to like a teenie bopper"Heh...try being a 40 year old guy...and thanks for having my back, Gus!
honest lists make me want to make one too.gil scott-heron - winter in america
gil scott-heron - home is where the hatred is
micah p hinson - the cranes
the flaming lips - fight test
plants and animals - feedback in the fields
now i'm embarrassed because it's not embarrassing enough.
You should be, annije
It kinda looks like a Dutch name, doesn't it? Don't the old names have a lot of "je" on the end?
should i be embarrassed because there's nothing to be embarrassed about or because i really ought to be embarrassed about my lack of taste?
I pick "a"And yes that is what I meant.
my ego feels so much better now, thank you!
You're right KD. They have several dates with DBT. Indianapolis, Kansas City (MO), Cincinati, Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, Pittsburgh.I get Crosby, Stills and Nash, here.
I get stupid ZZ Top playing with Petty...
Gretchen wrote: "You're right KD. They have several dates with DBT. Indianapolis, Kansas City (MO), Cincinati, Chicago, Cleveland, Detroit, Pittsburgh.I get Crosby, Stills and Nash, here."
Omaha, too!
Gretchen wrote: "would you prefer CSN?"NO. Excellent point.
I think I'll go anyway. I just love Tom Petty.
I saw him a slew of times when I was in my teens/twenties. He's great live. I saw The Replacements open for him once.In senior year of high school I attended a Tom Petty concert with Ellen O., a cheerleader, and kissed her on on the blanket we spread out on the lawn seats. That was awesome.
"Another One Bites the Dust" - Queen"Candy Perfume Girl" - Madonna
"Really Rosie" - Carole King
"Drive My Car" - The Beatles
"Stayin' Alive" - The Bee-Gees
"Hush" - Deep Purple
"Razor Love" - Neil Young
dm stith - thanksgiving moonthe submarines - vote
ella rouge - jekyll n hyde
flake music - roziere
iron & wine - faded from winter
tricky - suffocated love
the flaming lips - slow motion (early mix)
jamie t - northern line
the welcome wagon - american legion
slade - gudbuy t' jane
"Everybody Wants to Rule the World" - Tears for Fears"She Bangs" - Ricky Martin
"Burning Down the House" - Talking Heads
"Wipeout" - Surfaris
"Voulez-Vous" - ABBA
i am kloot - b[image error]
black rebel motorcycle club - beat the devil's tattoo
fanfarlo - reservoir
Wow, Annigje.
those are just the highlights, i secretly listened to:
In my office, 6:14AM. Sigur Ros's () playing. Life is good.
now playing + next five:bright eyes - drunk kid catholic
andre williams - i don't need mary (juana)
benoît pioulard - r coloring
why? - on rose walk, insomniac
the velvet underground - white light/white heat
wings - live and let die
King Dinösaur wrote: "
Simple. Black. Classic."
Real band or joke band, serious or just goofin', Spinal Tap's "Bitch School" is a damn fine little pop song, complete with requisite hooks and a big old singalong chorus.
Simple. Black. Classic."
Real band or joke band, serious or just goofin', Spinal Tap's "Bitch School" is a damn fine little pop song, complete with requisite hooks and a big old singalong chorus.
Wolfmother-White UnicornThe Black Keys-10 A.M. Automatic
Method Man-All I need
Jason Mraz-Love for a Child
Indigo Girls-Everything In It's Own Time
how does your ipod decide to shuffle I wonder? It seems to get in "moods"
Tito Puente - Dance Mania - El Cayuco (1957)Cafe Roma 4 (water music records) - both cds
awesome laid back sounds
Nico Case - BlacklistedGrateful Dead - Me & My Uncle
Yo-Yo Ma, Mark O'Conner & Edgar Meyer - Meyer:18
Tom Waits - Black Market Baby
Sam Cooke - Bring It On Home To Me
I love this game
pink floyd - ifdavid bowie - changes
room eleven - you made me see it
the flaming lips - ma i didn't notice
crass - reject of society
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I feel the same way about G.G. Allin, by the way. It wouldn't matter ..."
Speaking of which, have you ever seen this?
Whatever you may think about punk rock deathwish G.G. Allin, the bottom line is that he was pretty much a pathetic idiot.
Be prepared to enter a fast-paced freakshow of hate, violence, obsession, self-mutilation, nudity, blood, scatology, vomit, drugs, alcohol, sex, screaming, and death. This documentary captures it all as producer Todd Phillips probes the life and mind of the guy who annually planned to kill himself at a mythical Halloween performance.
Allin's rollercoaster of perversity jumped the tracks after a July 28, 1993 afternoon gig/riot at Manhattan's Gas Station on scenic Avenue B. No going out in that fabled blaze of glory - the loser simply curled up on the floor of a friend's apartment and overdosed.
Worth at least one viewing, but you'll probably feel the need for a shower afterwards. It even bothered me and that's saying a lot.