Steveslist – Top 5 Songs Of 2 Minutes Or Less

This list was a lot more difficult than the seven minutes or more. In fact, I probably could do a best of one minute or less, but I ruined it now.

I’m off to LABR tomorrow, so I probably won’t post again until next week. Peter should’ve saved his 10 posts from today and spread them out to cover for me.

Again, no ranking here. Too great, too challenging.

Disclaimer – These aren’t about Beatles vs. Bob Dylan vs. Rolling Stones. These aren’t necessarily the “correct” choices that you can find on every other internet or magazine list. These aren’t about who was the first to do this or that. Steveslist doesn’t care. These are about what I reach for and what turns my crank and what makes me smile.

Not sure I knew there was music this crazy before this. Loved loved loved the Misfits back in the late ’70s and even dragged my college buddies out to see them one night at the 4th Street Saloon in Bethlehem, the Lehigh Valley’s place for punk. (Now they probably tell their grandkids, “Grandpa saw that band a long, long time ago” whenever they pass some knucklehead kid in the mall with a Misfits shirt.)

This version jumps a little at the beginning, but every other youtube version didn’t sound right to me.

The Dickies were quick, short (common dickie traits) and full of covers. This is an early original. It was on 10″ white vinyl and fairly hard to find at the time.

You couldn’t beat Lee Ving for mean-spirited. Fear’s appearance in “The Decline Of Western Civilization” is arguably the highlight of the film.

When he appeared in the original “Flashdance” I had mixed feelings.

“Back From Samoa” was on my all-time top 50 list, I forget where.

Dylan, Springsteen and Costello working together couldn’t touch these lyrics.

The Supershit 666 EP is my all-time favorite piece of recorded music. Last year when I was working a shit third-shift data entry job while enduring a non-compete I would play it every night to begin my shift, drowning out the awfulness of Pitbull and Mumford and Sons on the radio.

Everyone on earth needs this EP. Seriously. The youtube fidelity sucks and I apologize for that. It’s not Supershit’s fault.

Steveslist – Top 5 Songs Of 7 Minutes Or More

I’m tired of doing Good Night Music, so I’m starting something new – Steveslist, which will consist of five songs or bands or whatever in some category I make up. Sometimes I’ll put them in order, sometimes not, when it’s too difficult.

Disclaimer – These aren’t about Beatles vs. Bob Dylan vs. Rolling Stones. These aren’t necessarily the “correct” choices that you can find on every other internet or magazine list. These aren’t about who was the first to do this or that. Steveslist doesn’t care. These are about what I reach for and what turns my crank and what makes me smile.

I couldn’t rank this first list, so here they are, in alphabetical order:

Don’t know why the studio version wasn’t on youtube when I last looked, but it’s there now – way better than any of the live versions. White Reggae at its finest with a hard edge. Not even sure where else to find that combo.

Who can make a 12-bar blues exciting for over seven minutes? The MC5. Damn straight.

Trumpet? Cheesy bossa nova from my mom’s 1970’s home organ (remember when every housewife had one in the living room?)?. What a groove. This song could go on forever as far as I’m concerned.

Listened to this album in the car yesterday and it’s what gave me this brilliant idea. Enough said.

Makes me want to fuck on the floor and break things as much as anything punk.

Good Night Music: Pay Attention To Me

My last two posts generated zero commentary and I’m pissed. So I’m heading back into stranger waters.

Here’s a band called Avant Gardener. Bob Ross, a local DJ who introduced me to punk by mixing early punk into his traditional hard rock Saturday night radio show (a daring thing to do in those early days when many Yankees didn’t take kindly to punk rock) played this.

Avant Gardener never made an album. This appeared on the very good early 10″ comp Guillotine, which also contained X-Ray Spex “Oh Bondage Up Yours.” They also had a single/EP, pictured here, which included a few other songs on that I can’t remember, because I loaned it and several other albums and singles to a real punk rocker.

He went by Tony T (real name Tony Miller). He was from the Lehigh Valley, but was in LA for the beginning of LA Hardcore and spent time at the legendary Masque club. We played in a punk band together here for a while (Frog C – named for “The Frog” from Courageous Cat), before he took off back to LA, with my borrowed records, of course. A friend of mine ran into him bouncing at an LA club in the late 1980s and recently I found out Tony died a few years ago from a local record store owner who said Tony’s dad came in one day to sell Tony’s punk stash (perhaps including my records).

Anyway, I could listen to this twangy Avant Gardener guitar drone forever; it’s hypnotic. Dig the thump of the spinning record at the end, a sound I had kind of forgotten about.

Please, somebody comment on this or else I’m gonna start threatening GG Allin shitting videos.

Good Night Music: Swag

There was a lot of power pop talk over the weekend which prompted me to dig out this old chestnut and give it a spin. I actually like power pop quite a lot, though it genuinely has to have some power and drive for me, but I’ve favored the harder stuff for some reason the past couple of years.

This one-album (Catch-All) band had a guy from the Mavericks, a guy from Wilco and, what probably prompted my attention the most, Tom Petersson, the bassist from Cheap Trick (ironically, they’ve been pretty ignored on this site thus far). Then I found this:

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1444501/cheap-trick-bassist-no-swag.jhtml

The album’s real Beatle-y and jingly-jangly, but very well done. According to the Amazon reviews, too well done for some. Here’s a song called Louise that I liked upon hearing for the first time in years:

Good Night Music: The Stranglers

Rattus Norvegicus may have been the first punk album I bought, either that or the Vibrators’ Pure Mania. It’s a long time ago, but recall that:

a) It took a while until a lot of punk bands released full albums; often punk bands just had singles. Even the Sex Pistols album didn’t come out until October of 1977.

b) Most everything was an Import, so only the good record stores carried a lot of this stuff.

I recently bought the Stranglers Old Testament box set instead of simply getting the first two albums, which were the ones I was into. I hadn’t done much with it, but today I listened to those first two. In retrospect, it’s very uneven, some stuff brought a smile to my face, some stuff is pretty crappy and doesn’t hold up.

Here’s a good one:

Good Night Music: Glen Buxton

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That’s the coolest tombstone I’ve ever seen (surely you guys can read that musical score). When Peter reminded us of how bad Alice Cooper became as a solo artist, it reminded me of how really good the Alice Cooper band was. A decent chunk of that really goodness was guitarist Glen Buxton, who veered off the path and died years ago already.

I ran into this excellent article on his life a few weeks ago and I’m sharing it now:

http://www.azcentral.com/thingstodo/music/articles/2011/03/08/20110308alice-cooper-glen-buxton.html?nclick_check=1

Good Night Music: The Best Two Hours You’ll Spend Today

This is the legendary MC5 rock doc, A True Testimonial. I finally watched it a couple weeks ago. It’s fantastic. I learned a lot, particularly about the end days of the MC5. In fact, I think this now tops It Might Get Loud as my favorite rock doc of all-time. I’ve heard it’s available from Netflix, but options are truly limited. Youtube is your quickest and easiest bet. Or you could buy the DVD on Amazon for $299.99 (I’m serious). My guess is you 1960s guys will get a big boner watching this. Kick out the jams, Barbara Stanwyck!

Good Night Music: The Death Of Death Metal

I believe my experiment with death metal is over for now. I’ve played Entombed’s Wolverine Blues at least five times through and I’m waiving the white flag. I chose this album because it’s arguably the most important “death ‘n’ roll” album ever. I figured death ‘n’ roll might wean me eventually into straight death, but no such luck. I do enjoy the album to some extent when listening to it, but, admittedly, it’s a real challenge to stick it into the CD player. And I feel exhausted when it’s over. The unfortunate conclusion is, too much death, not enough ‘n’ roll. Be aware that I tried similar failed experiments with jazz and Frank Sinatra earlier on in my music science career.

I leave you with the opening song, Eyemaster. Please stick around until at least 1:30, so you experience the groovy ‘n’ roll riff.

Good Night Music – A New Favorite Hellacopters Tune

Our fearless leader of Rock Remnants, Peter Kreutzer, does a fantastic job churning out a Night Music every 24 hours to save this site from total dead time when the rest of us don’t feel like it. He asked us to do our own Night Musics more often than we do (ideally every night) and I’m gonna try and do more because Peter’s an all-around great guy. Mine will be called “Good Night Music” because I only deal in Good Music.

I’m gonna start with my favorite tune off the Japanese Hellas CD I got last week. This is a Roky Erickson song. I know a little bit about Roky. You might know more. I’m guessing Peter knows a lot.

This song was good for me to begin with, but has really gotten into my blood upon repeated listenings:

Here’s the original, not exactly chopped liver either:

The Last New/Old Hellacopters?

Got what I think is the last CD with at least a few Hellas songs that I don’t have the other day, from Japan, the last of the Amazon Santa motherlode. There’s one song I still don’t have here and there, mostly on vinyl, but I don’t do vinyl anymore. It has several covers on it – my second choice would’ve been “Cold Night For Alligators” a Roky Erickson song if you’re into that. I give you this, an Otis Redding cover. Yes, the Otis Redding original is better, but a dope like me wouldn’t even know it were it not for the Hellacopters. Hopefully Peter can stand the vocals, which he says leave him limp as Rosie O’Donnell in a puddle of puke.