The whole “album” is here:
The whole “album” is here:
I found this song a few years ago. I think it is an outtake of the Modern Lovers album John Cale produced, but I don’t know that for sure. It reflects something of what Gene pointed out about Jonathan’s busking days.
What I know for sure is that Richman soon after the Cale sessions rejected the negative vibes he was giving off with great songs like She Cracked and Pablo Picasso and wrote and performed a few great albums of perky and twee tunes that were also really fantastic.
But I’m Straight is a song from derangement, though it erupts from great discipline and an obvious challenge.
It is not a great a pop song or rock song by any stretch, but as a heartfelt expression by a songwriter it stands very naked and tall. And weird.
Cosimo Matussa also engineered/produced this one, which is just a perfect pleasure. I can remember the first time I heard it. I’d bought a compilation of early New Orleans music, curious about these oldies that weren’t on the radio. It was full of great tunes, but this is the one that beckoned over and over.
I got to boogie woogie like a knife in the back.
Listening to Transmission makes it impossible to not think of Roadrunner.
I think this Sex Pistols version was part of Johnny’s audition to be in the band. Of historical interest because his vocals rock even though he doesn’t know the words to the song, and the band is pretty tight.
Did this end up in our list of songs about the radio?
It is one of Greil Marcus’s History of Rock ‘n’ Roll in Ten Songs
What Marcus gets into in the book as this film clip, from the movie Control, is performed by the actors, not the band. Still, it has a massive power.
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In 1986 the Replacements were banned from Saturday Night Live after a fairly rousing (at times) if typically rough hewn appearance that involved some forgotten lyrics and an eff-bomb. Plus staggering. Here is a clip of those performances:
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The banning pretty much killed their careers, though Paul Westerberg got around it by going solo.
Tonight the band is on the Tonight Show.
I think I’m generally as grumpy as Moyer, but I have a soft spot for songs that profess the sweet side, and no song does so better than this.
I think it’s audacious in its positivity. But whatever. Enjoy. It is beautiful.
I first learned/heard about the MC5 in Rolling Stone magazine, which as I recall ran a long story about John Sinclair, the martyred leader of the White Panthers who was imprisoned for possession of two sticks of Motor City tea and having grand ideas about freedom and equality that apparently scared the crap out of the cops and their bosses.
I just went looking for that story, to see how much my memory was playing tricks, and found instead this review by Lester Bangs of the first MC5 album for Rolling Stone, which captures his sense of the hype and situation. His lede:
Whoever thought when that dirty little quickie Wild in the Streets came out that it would leave such an imprint on the culture? First the Doors (who were always headed in that direction anyway) grinding out that famous “They-got-the-guns-but-we-got-the-numbers” march for the troops out there in Teenland, and now this sweaty aggregation. Clearly this notion of violent, total youth revolution and takeover is an idea whose time has come — which speaks not well for the idea but ill for the time.
Later in the review Bangs says that the song Kick Out The Jams is like Barrett Strong’s Money as if recorded by the Kingsman, as if that was a bad thing.
This doesn’t fit the Night Music format, but you should not miss this clip. I think the story teller is Wayne Kramer.
Watch this video.