The Dum Dum Girls (well, girl Dee Dee) cover
The McCoys.
The Dum Dum Girls (well, girl Dee Dee) cover
The McCoys.
I found this band about 10 minutes ago. I hear Queen and a ton of glam, and I’m happy to have heard them. I think you will too.
I have no idea where this music fits in the grand scheme, but it resonates in my part of the world. Get me on the mailing list!
Ps. Listened to some more Falling in Reverse today, and I have to say that The Drug In Me is You is a really good song. Maybe their best. A little of this stuff goes a long way for me, but most of it doesn’t connect at all. This song does, despite the silly video.
The James Gang did not rank that high on my teenaged chart. Much lower than Bachman Turner Overdrive, for instance.
But this song is great, and today I was in a store where Hotel California was playing and–given our recent excursion into Don Henleyland–I was reminded how Joe Walsh turned the Eagles into a real rock band. Before Joe they were revivalists, or soft sellers, pretty much.
I have no idea why the James Gang seemed to my teenaged brain a product of the machine more than all the other products of the machine I embraced. I know now that Joe Walsh is one of the most significant guitarists of our time.
This is a fine song, done by a bunch of boys who know where their hearts are. Seems to me you can’t beat that.
a shirt with a picture of Ryan Gosling wearing a shirt with a picture of Macauley Culkin on it.
Culkin is in a band called Pizza Underground, which plays versions of Velvet Underground songs with the lyrics rewritten so they’re about pizza. Papa John Says, I’m Waiting (for a slice), you get the idea.
Here’s a video of their first show. I believe they served pizza to all in attendance.
But that’s old news (last December). Today this picture came out. Do I need to describe it? Funny.
I’m embarrassed to say that until today I had no consciousness of this song. I’d heard it, I’m sure, but I never really heard it.
That is surprising because I’ve long been apocalyptic. I don’t think our demise is imminent, but I’ll be surprised if we outlive our ability to share jpegs.
This Bowie song is a primitive warning. How could he know?
Hat tip to Angela, bless you.
kidsinterviewbands.com is a website where two 12-year-0ld girls post their interviews with rock bands as they come through Columbus Ohio. Bands they’ve talked to include Slayer, the Melvins and Tegan and Sara, and many others.
This clip is notable for awkward pauses, not all of which are the result of having an English punk rocker singing country tunes for the country elite. But notable because the Englishman charms and the country guys embrace.
Okay, I got onto Love Hurts tonight because John Mahoney was in the movie of that name, which comes from a song the Everly Brothers made famous that was written by Boudleaux Bryant. I know the Everly’s version, which is iconic, but the one I know most is Gram Parson’s version.
Ten years ago there was a tribute concert to Gram Parsons. I don’t know where or why, at that time, but what I found tonight was this clip of Keef and Norah. She has a lovely voice and Keef seems to enjoy holding her close, but the impressive thing is his vocals, which aren’t particularly powerful but are nuanced and adept and show that he’s a good singer and having a gas, despite sporting a rather odd look.
Pieta or pinata?
In the comments about Mungo Jerry’s In the Summertime the other day, I told a story about riding down the road to go to Long Beach (in my hometown of Smithtown NY) riding in my buddy Bobby’s brother Gary’s convertible, in the summertime, while hearing Mungo Jerry’s In the Summertime for what may have been the first time.
Then, this morning, I found on Facebook, a videopost by a woman named Amy Raulli that was a drive down that same road! Now, her video was shot in the winter, so there are no leaves on the trees, and when she arrives in the parking lot there are no cars, only puddles. And I don’t get she has the same keen excitement that we 14 year olds had back then of embarking on an adventure involving girls and small bathing suits. Plus candy and ice cream. But otherwise it is exactly the same thing!
Oh, and playing on the radio as she made the drive to the beach was Boston’s More Than A Feeling, which I have scrubbed, because there is nothing right about that.
To get the full experience, click to start the Mungo Jerry clip below, then click to start the drive to the beach video and scroll down to watch it alone. Better than Imax! Almost like being 14!
Now scroll down and hit play!