The greatest singer ever is Gene Vincent. There’s no discussion of this, no proof required. It’s a pure and simple fact, a syllogism. Gene Vincent was the greatest, the best singer there ever was or ever will be. Buddy Holly waited in a hotel lobby just to get Gene’s autograph. Every night Gene looked to the skies and sang to the angels, he entertained the angels and calmed the devils. Gene Vincent.
I saw him perform only once. He was fat and out of shape. The club was sold out. The band maybe knew Gene’s songs. It was the greatest show I’d ever seen or ever would see. It didn’t set a yardstick for other shows. It was a unique and once and never again experience.
I’ve collected anecdotes about him throughout my life. Some are bizarre, some eerie and most wrong. The stories fascinated and titillated me. Most of the storytellers became close friends. We had Gene Vincent in common and that was enough to support love down through decades.
There are plenty of books about him. There need to be. There are plenty of reissues of his music. They’re all essential.
Gene died in his thirties. He was a sopped up alky. He was a bloated figure who looked like he’d been living for 60 years at least. I was reminded of the corpse of Charlie Parker.
It’s not true but it should have been that his last words were, “She took everything, mama. Even my record player.”
Eddie Cochran was Gene’s best friend. Eddie died before Gene but was still with Gene.
Eddie was a session player in Hollywood at fifteen. He was a mean guitarist and a talented songwriter. He was a teenager and knew exactly what that meant. Every musical generation has featured an Eddie Cochran cover as part of their canon of viva la diference.
He sweated talent. His work with Gene was superb but not his finest. He died too soon, but who doesn’t. His passing left a hole in the world and in our lives.
What’s here is their music. It could have gone on for 3 days and then started all over again. I’d not have complained.
There’s a lot missing in this little sampler.
Git It Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Be Bop A Lula Unknown – Rebel Heart Vol. 7
Bop Street Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Let’s Get Together Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Box Set – Summertime Blues
Gene And Eddie Stray Cats – Runaway Boys
Jelly Bean Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Story – Three Steps To Heaven
The Day The World Turned Blue Gene Vincent – The Day The World Turned Blue
Sweet Gene Vincent Ian Dury – Sweet Gene Vincent
Born To Be A Rolling Stone (Alternate Take) Gene Vincent – Rebel Heart Vol. 7
Rollin’ Danny Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Drive-In Show Eddie Cochran – The Ballads Of Eddie Cochran
Weekend (Stereo) Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Box Set – Somethin’ Else
Pink Peg Slacks (Alt) Eddie Cochran – All The Best
Just Like Eddie Heinz – 25 Rock N Roll Hits
Mean When I’m Mad Eddie Cochran – The Best Of Eddie Cochran
Lonely Street (Undubbed Version) Gene Vincent – Rebel Heart Vol. 7
Cut Across Shorty Eddie Cochran – The Best Of Eddie Cochran
Spoken Message Gene Vincent – Rebel Heart Vol 1
Over The Rainbow Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Unchained Melody Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Summertime Blues Beach Boys – Surfin’ Safari
Water Baby Blues (short riff) Eddie Cochran – Rockin’ It Country Style
My Love To Remember Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Box Set – I’m Ready
My Way Who – Odds And Sods
North Carolina Line Gene Vincent – The Day The World Turned Blue
Cherished Memories Eddie Cochran – The Best Of Eddie Cochran
I Got A Baby Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Three Steps To Heaven Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Box Set – Somethin’ Else
Blue Jean Bop Gene Vincent – Rockabilly’s Gravest Hits
C’Mon Everybody Sex Pistols – The Great Rock And Roll Swindle
Rip It Up (out take) Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Red Blue Jeans and a Pony Tail Jeff Beck – Crazy Legs
Vincent’s Blues Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Hurtin For You Baby Gene Vincent – Born To Be A Rolling Stone
Don’t Bye, Bye Baby Me Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Story
Am I That Easy To Forget Gene Vincent – Born To Be A Rolling Stone
Boll Weevil Song Eddie Cochran – The Best Of Eddie Cochran
Somethin’ Else-Pistol Packin’ Mama Flamin’ Groovies – Supersnazz
Cotton Picker Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Box Set – I’m Ready
Baby Blue Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Dance In The Street Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Lucky Star Gene Vincent – The Gene Vincent Box Set
Hallelujah I Love Her So-C’mon Everybody-Somethin’Else-Twenty Flight Rock Eddie Cochran – The Eddie Cochran Story
The Story Of The Rockers Gene Vincent – Rebel Heart Vol 2
Race With The Devil Gene Vincent – Rockabilly’s Gravest Hits
Gene And Eddie Proper Download
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Click images for desktop size: “Gas” by Edward Hopper
I thought my last podcast was pretty terrible. The songs were all great, impeccably so. The weakness lie in me.
The podcast is available on the podcast page (see the menu up top there.) but only because of my compulsiveness. It’s not good although I like the self deprecating cover art.
My big Blue dog passed over. Whenever I worked on a podcast he’d nudge me in the shoulder from behind while I faced the computer screen.
That’s my other excuse for the huge delay here. But it’s his memory and two, yes two requests for more music that generate this latest missive.
This is the annual welcome to summer podcast. It is okay. I somehow lost the list of songs and performers . . . so take it as it is!
If I don’t feel too abysmal (unlikely) the next podcast will be dedicated to Gene And Eddie! Impossible to mess that one up.
Podcast.net seems to have gone belly up. A shame really. Leaves only iTunes.
Stupid MP3 file
The Christmas podcast is finally here. Mainly new stuff with a bit of the old favorites. It is Christmas and part of Christmas is traditions which bring back memories and nostalgia or old stuff.
Around here the time keeps flowing faster as we figure out who to gift and who to snub. Sadly most of the snubs are for financial reasons and not for looking to hurt. And the few people whom might feel lost without a present from the pack are on the list!
I’m pushing for Christmas decorations this year. A $35 wreath was nixed ($35 for a wreath?!?!?) I think twinkling lights on the front porch would be tasteful and noticed by absolutely no one but me. Twinkle lights would be $9, so if I can find a power point I’m good to go!
So you can see Christmas is just the same as it is for everyone else. That’s a good thing I guess, reconnecting with old friends and people I love. Appreciating the people and dogs I love. Trying to figure out what to do with the dog who lives in my kitchen, the normal concerns of Christmas and the attendant joy and memories.
I wish the same for you.
This mess of Christmas tunes is heavy on the power pop. What is power pop but smashing heavy guitars with a lot of la la la’s tossed in. I like most of them quite a bit and it makes me keep looking for more.
You Can’t Stop Christmas From Coming – Corey Leland
Its Christmas Time – Boss Martians
Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) – Joey Ramone
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town – X
Going Up To Bethlehem – Bob Rivers
Little Beatbox Boy – Street Corner Symphony
Hazy Shade Of Winter – Bangles
God! Surf Ye Merry Gentlemen – Vern Jules & The Aquanauts
Surfin Santa – Sonic Surf City
Little Saint Nick – Beach Boys
Little Drummer Boy – Los Straitjackets
Chanukah Guy – Goldbergs
In Tempo Per Natale – Smodati
This Christmas – UNDECIDED By Default
Frosty The Snowman – FroSTed
Mistletoe Kissing – Vibeke Saugestad
Sleigh Ride – Ronettes
The Man In The Santa Suit – Fountains Of Wayne
I Saw Mommy Biting Santa Claus (A Zombie Christmas Carol) – Dollyrots
Mr. Santa Claus – Fleshtones
There Ain’t No Santa Claus – Risk
You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch – Rockapella
Mary’s Boy Child – Rubber Band
Blues For Christmas – Wanda Jackson
Christmas In Jail – Youngsters
Christmas Is Knockin At Your Door – Rockabilly Boogie Band
Po’ Folks Christmas – Bill Anderson
Underneath The Christmas Tree – Bill Lloyd
Super Sunny Christmas – Redd Kross
Winter Wonderland – Peggy Lee
Rain, Sleet, Snow – Paul Revere And The Raiders
California Christmas – Sketch Middle
Christmas Is The Only Time – Wes Lachot
Yulesville – Edd Byrnes
Christmas In The Congo – Marquees
The Little Drummer Boy – Elvin Bishop
Wonderful Christmastime – Shins
Happy Xmas (War is Over) – Sleeping At Last
We Wish You A Merry Christmas – Kingston Trio
God Bless Us All – Doug Powell
My Christmas Card To You – Partridge Family
Silent Night – Frankie Lymon
I Don’t Want To Say Goodbye – Scheme
Auld Lange Syne – Lonesome Travelers
Cruddy mp3 that everyone seems to prefer
“Untitled” by Frank Frazetta
I managed to get the Halloween podcast done and out BEFORE Halloween.
I’m proud of that. I like this edition too. It’s cool and funny music with some moments to slip into. So enjoy it, please have fun and then get off of my lawn!
There’s a lot of things to say, about life, people I;ve met, monsters I’ve met. No time now.
the worst thing is that ecto, my decades old blogging tool got purchased by some company or other a while ago. It stopped working on OS X 10.10 Yosemite. How stupid. How inconvenient with no one trying to fix it!
I’m trying to trace the code so I can replicate some of its effects. Using MarsEdit now, which is okay but not as dazzle dazzle. It works though and it well maintained by the company. It has the capacity to use the old ecto codes that I was fond of.
Gore-Gons – Ghoul Bash
Screamin’ Jay Hawkins – I Put A Spell On You
Lolas – I Become Somebody Else
B.U.G. – Strangler In The Night
The Big Bopper – The Purple People Eater Meets The Witchdoctor
Ghastly Ones – Draculon
Zacherley – Gravy (With Some Cyanide)
Nervous Norvus – The Fang
Jack And Jim – Midnight Monster Hop
Archie King – The Vampires
Bleed – The Goon
Bo Diddley – Bo Meets The Monster
Gene Moss & The Monsters – I Want To Bite Your Hand
Bobby Boris Pickett – Grave Yard Shift
Boots Walker – They’re Here
Coye Wilcox – Zippy Hippy Dippy
Daylighters – Mad House Jump
Gary “Spider” Webb – The Cave (Part 1)
Freddy Fortune & The Four-Gone Conclusions – Dracula’s Deuce
Los Straitjackets – Rockula
Morgus & The Ghouls – Morgus The Magnificent
Roy Clark – Spooky Movies
Shonen Knife – Devil House
Southern Culture On The Skids – Goo Goo Muck
Kilroy – Lake Orangatanga
Jan Amber – The Little Martian
Lord Sutch – Black And Hairy
Kip Tyler – She’s My Witch
Monotones – Zombie
Mr Gasser & The Weirdos – Hearse With A Curse
Naturals – The Mummy
Sir Finks – Weird Beard
Sonny Richard’s Panics – The Voo Doo Walk
Tarantula Goul – Graveyard Rock
Terry Teen – The Hearse
Lambretta Suede & The Motel 6 – Gravediggers Rock
Woggles – Dracula’s Daughter
Zanies – The Mad Scientist
Art Roberts – Ivan The Terrible
Doggers – Boogie Man
Madeira – Theme From Young Frankenstein
Cruddy MP3 With No Chapter Breaks and smaller file size
“Space Travel: Canal” by Virgil Finlay
I discovered the Ramones in an odd way. I was reading a magazine about recording gear. In the back of the magazine they would always throw in some record reviews, just as padding. Usually these reviews were for jazz and “Klazzick” rock stuff that really didn’t care about. But one review was this incredibly angry spew of irritation and scab picking. This group from New York, according to the reviewer, were all about being stupid and trying to make being stupid seem cool. He hated everything about the Ramones. EVERYTHING!
The phrase I remember vividly was screaming about how the guitar sounded like nothing so much as white noise. To me that sounded beautiful.
In a world and a time that was promoting Foreigner, Bob Welch and Fleetwood Mac music where the insistent beat was propelled by a white noise guitar, that was beauty of the highest order.
I bought the record the next day. I was disappointed in the record jacket. The black and white photo wasn’t gritty enough. The record certainly was though. I loved it all, from Blitzkrieg Bop straight through to Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World.
I went to see the Ramones a lot. Saw them often in LA and then in Germany. In the mid to late 70’s only a fool would not concede that they were the greatest band in the world. I saw them at some outdoor show, again in Germany, and it was pretty obvious it was the end of the band. Instead of embarrassing themselves they quit. But the music didn’t quit.
Their entire recorded output sounds like a greatest hits collection to me. I wish I’d worked on their movie. I wish I could hear them always and watch Dee Dee jump and swoop while Johnny took his stance. Johnny is still the fastest right hand in show business.
You can talk a lot about the Ramones influence. They changed the world just by being the things that they were.
I promise I’ll get the Halloween podcast up by the end of next week. BEFORE Halloween.
Bitch Boys – Road Racer
Kurt Baker – Cruel To Be Kind
Jonathan Edwards – Sunshine
Ramones – I Want You Around
Yo La Tengo – Little Honda
Sahara Hot Nights – Rockaway Beach
Jan And Dean – Popsicle
Boss Martians – Walk Away
Shonen Knife – Chinese Rock
Dahlmanns – Dancing With Joey Ramone
Miriam – Questioningly
Flamin’ Groovies – It Won’t Be Wrong
Stems – Make You Mine
Del Shannon – So Long Baby (live)
Lolas – I’m Flying
Helen Love – Debbie Love Joey
Johnny Ramone – Viva Las Vegas
Teresa Brewer – I Love Mickey
Joey Ramone – I Got Knocked Down (But I’ll Get Up)
Ronnie Spector – She Talks To Rainbows
Dee Dee Ramone – I Don’t Want To Die In The Basement
Les Cole And The Echos – Be Bopping Daddy
Sparkles – No Friend Of Mine
Troggs – From Home
Joe Clay – Sixteen Chicks
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Havana Affair
Dropkick Murphy – The Guantlet
Adam Faith – It’s Alright
Shonen Knife – Pinhead
Nelson Riddle – Batusi A-go-go
PJ Soles – Rock And Roll High School
Ramouns – Little Deuce Coupe
Los Planatronics – Sheena Is A Punk Rocker
Ramonetures – She’s The One
Jessie Malin – Questioningly
Joey Ramone – What A Wonderful World
John Frusciante – Today Your Love Tomorrow The World
Small Faces – I’m Only Dreaming
Elvis Presley – Steadfast Loyal And True (acapella)
Junky Old Fashioned MP3
Click images for desktop size: “Fairy Tale” by Clarke
Back then, back in the 80’s the cardboard cities began springing up. Horrifying edifices to an outsider but homes to the working poor. Refrigerator boxes taped to washing machine and TV boxes, making little complexes to house the working parents and the children who were always dressed to go off to school.
The funny result was that the really homeless began keeping dogs. Guard dogs for the heaped up recyclables on their shopping carts and guard dogs for when they slept at night.
Soon it seemed every homeless person had a dog. They were strays only alike in that they were all hungry and underfed.
In LA the issue was noticed. People shook their heads and made tsk tsk noises with their teeth clenched and then kept driving.
In London (The UK one) the Blue Cross (an animal charity, not a GNP gobbling insurance company) opened up clinics around Victoria and other hot spots so that the homeless could bring their dogs in for injections and health inspections. When it seemed that only the really insane were still out there the Blue Cross sent out rescue workers to walk the Strand at midnight to plow through the underpasses and look out for dogs in need of free health care.
My crew started out as 3 people, a tiny little vet student from Acton. She was about 4′ 11″, gold blonde hair she wore in messy ringlets, a round face set off by large studious glasses. I called her Little Doc because I can never remember anyone’s name.
Her over protective boyfriend wasn’t officially part of our crew. He might have made 5′ with boots on. He was friendly enough, but out of his element with us. I could understand him wanting protect Little Doc. She was special enough and probably more than he thought he’d ever deserve.
I guess I was the “muscle”. After a few weeks the boyfriend got bored, or frightened. I don’t know which really, Little Doc told me I wasn’t just protection. I was the only volunteer who wasn’t afraid of the various dogs, and the only one the dogs weren’t afraid of either. Maybe.
Click images for desktop size: “Elf” by Unknown
Even after she told me that I found it hard to work up the concern to think about it. All I knew was that once a week from midnight until 7 AM we’d start with the Strand. We’d start at the food truck that passed out expired Marks & Sparks sandwiches (the shrimp ones were pretty good)and wend our way through London’s underworld. I’d talk to the dog owners while Little Doc gave them shots and certificates.
Most of the people didn’t trust us, even though we had plastic laminated badges and all that. The vast majority were still anxious to get their dogs looked after. They questioned Little Doc’s qualifications more than anything. I noticed that some of the people had bags of high quality dog food in their squats.
We had not trouble or incidents other than some who were fearful we were there to take their little dogs away.
It wasn’t an adventure; it was work. Some nights there were some adventuresome things that happened but all events just turned into work. But work with dogs hardly seems like work at all most times.
There was a reason I’d gotten involved in all this trekking through the hidden life in London. Back in LA in the 80’s I was working at Zoetrope (nee’ Hollywood General, nee’ Desilu Studios and who knows what in between) I was planning to go down to SIR. Someone told me they were selling off some of their rentals.
I was walking by Gower Gulch. Across the street, under a smog choked tree, there was a homeless guy. When I got closer I saw he had a coiled up rope in his hand and was whipping a dog. I went over and grabbed the guys arm. I wasn’t very gentle. I looked at the dog. He was shaking and cowering, covering his head with his paws. He was about 50 pounds and as ugly a gray dog as you could imagine. He had a bad under bite that gave his face a punched in humanoid look. I didn’t notice at the time but he was thin but not terribly under-fed.
I looked at the guy I was holding. He was squirming but, back then, I was a lot stronger than he was. He was ashen gray under that peculiar plastic sunburn living in the LA sun non-stop can bring. His face and forehead were covered in old peeling scabs. He was dirty.
I told him to knock it off. He told me to f… off surfer boy. I thought that was a weird insult but an insult is an insult so I hoisted him off the ground by his throat and was ready to punch him out when something miraculous happened.
The ugly little dog I was protecting attacked me. He didn’t draw blood but the khakis I was wearing were pretty torn up. He didn’t care about my motives, he didn’t care that I was trying to save him from pain, this sad, ugly beaten wonderful dog only knew I was hurting the only thing that was precious to him.
So this podcast is for all the wonderful dogs I’ve known. I think there’s too much country western in it but they’re good tracks.
Where Has My Little Dog Gone Hoosier Hot Shots
Plenty Of Dogs Lolas
I’m Walking The Dog Del McCoury Band
The Puppy Song Nilsson
Wild Dogs Of Kentucky Nervous Norvus
Barking Up The Wrong Tree Heartbeats
Little Woman Big Dog Frankie & The Pool Boys
Old King Neil Young
Get Down Marykate O’Neil
Hunger Strike Temple of The Dog
Every Dog Robin Zander
Spanish Flea Herb Alpert
Dad Gave My Dog Away T. Texas Tyler
Doggone Fine Roy Loney
Gonna Buy Me A Dog Boise And Moss With A Side Of Hamm
Loving Leash Meyerman
Hound Dog Link Wray
Hound Dog Man Fabian
How Come My Bulldog Don’t Bark Howard Tate
Dog My Cats Wildfire Willie & The Ramblers
Old Blue Louisiana Honeydrippers
Man With Money Fabulous Poodles
The Poodle Dog Song Jimmie Davis
Tiki Dog Razorblades
It’s A Dog’s Life Plasticland
Dog Tired Tash Mints
Fox Chase Earl Taylor & The Stony Mountain Boys
Fox On The Run Sirens
Tennessee Hound Dog Osborne Brothers
Jackson Dog Larry Brinkley
Hot Dog Ohio Express
Dog Eddie Adcock Band
Bull Dog Down In Sunny Tennessee Dock Walsh with The Carolina Tar Heels
Dog Leg Hipbone Slim & The Knee Tremblers
Old Rattler Grandpa Jones
I Found My Best Friend In The Dog Pound Burl Ives
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Click images for desktop size: “Supermatism” by Unknown Cliches, cliches and cliches. Cliches give meaning to life, don’t they? The good ones do anyway.
It’s summer finally. Summer is always the time when boys and girls forget about dreams and aspirations and just live in the bright sun, walking with your favorite girlfriend down a sticky tar road to the beach. (In summer it is always girls and boys. Men and women are for harsher, less vivid, times)
That leaves us with all the corny images; warm suns, rolling humps of waves, bongos and acoustic guitars on the dawning beach with miles of bikinis dotting the shore break and cases of Mickey’s Big Mouth lager that somehow always stay cold. Corny and comforting, like the scent of coconut oil being blown away by the smell of night blooming jasmine and gasoline fumes.
I surfed. I was a surfer so the summer was just the time that strangers came to my beach. The waves don’t have a lot of juice in the summer so the girls were a welcome diversion.
Summer always meant long nights and longer days, sharing and learning 17 year old’s wisdom. Staring at girls sunbathing topless, right there on our beach, while trying to pretend we were too cool to bother staring, like breasts were something we saw so many of that they were almost boring.
There’s something about the mixture of summer sun and sea water that burnishes the soul then cools and tempers it in the reflecting moonlight. It makes you feel alone and like you are the only one of your kind in the universe. It’s a sad and lonely feeling even as your skin warms and peels; burnished souls bought out to the surface. And it is in seeing each others souls proudly or shyly touted that we learn who we are and that glimpse of anthers soul is what we decipher as love and friendship. We always needed music to hear what we were feeling laid out there so we knew that as unique as we were there were hundreds and thousands similar enough to be us.
Surf music was a different thing to surfers. Surf music was the mix tape you made that you played on the short drive to the beach. Your buddy with the best sound system would back up as close to the water as he could and he’d crank it and play your mix tape or the radio.
Click images for desktop size: “The Barber Shop” by Edward Hopper Surfing doesn’t really need an external soundtrack, what goes on in your head is usually enough. I think a lot of people would be disappointed at what surf music was to us. Still I made this podcast with the old mix tape days in mind; where the dinginess of winter and the fervent hope of spring didn’t really exist anymore. Summer was for living and laughing and hanging with your friends. This is music for that.
I waited a long time to put this up here. As you may know, I’m not very comfortable with the high volume of downloads. I don’t know that many people! I was just trying to segregate out where everything was coming from. Mostly it’s from iTunes. So now I know.
1. Offspring-Cruisin’ California (Bumpin’ In My Trunk)
2. Teen Machine-School’s Over
3. Jamies-Summertime, Summertime
4. Doug Powell-I Woke Up In Love This Morning
5. Surfin’ Lungs-Oh Oh I love Her So
6. Jan And Dean-I Found A Girl
7. Treasures-Minor Chaos
8. Decibels-Please Please Me
9. Magic Christian-Anytime At All
10. Five Americans-I See The Light
11. Lolas-Yummy Yummy Yummy
12. Dick Dale-Surfin’ And Swingin’
13. Bobby Fuller Four-Wine Wine Wine
14. Larry And The Loafers-Let’s Go To The Beach
15. Fountains Of Wayne-A Dip In The Ocean
16. Surf Punks-The Surfmen
17. Surf Coasters-Summertime Blues
18. Johnny Rivers-Mountain Of Love
19. Paul Revere And The Raiders-Steppin’ Out
20. Tina And The Total Babes-Toungue Tied
21. Yum Yums-Bird Dance Beat
22. Donna Loren-It Only Hurts When I Cry
23. Susan Lynne-Don’t Drag No More
24. Ramouns-I Get Around
25. Beach Boys-Wendy
26. Pyewacket-You Were On My Mind
27. City Surfers-Beach Ball
28. Sparkle Jets UK-Summertime Dreamin’
29. Kaos Killers-Get Smart
30. Surfaris-Hound Dog
31. Del Shannon-Action
32. Ricky Nelson-Summertime
33. Dropkick-Waking Up In Sunshine
34. Travoltas-California Girls
35. Willie And The Wheels-Skateboard Craze
36. Jeff Larson-Summer Fades
37. Whites-Sunny Side
38. Mary Weiss-You Can Stay With Me
39. Travoltas-I Want To Believe
40. Ventures-Walk Don’t Run ’64
41. Ataris-Boys Of Summer
Cruddy but familiar MP3 version
It’s one year since my beloved puppy, Shelby, passed away after only 7 years on this planet.
I miss her. No surprises there.
I wanted to dedicate this little podcast to her because as much as her death pains me even that can’t put a dent into the years of contentment, love and laughs she brought me, the years of adventures and look at this, Dave, will outshine any grief.
I was going to make this podcast filled with nothing but dead singers but that got really pretty morose and sad, so I gave that up and just played songs I kept in the iPod.
Only the last half dozen are about Shelby. The last one is the Pet Shop Boys, who are not really a group people would associate with me. I have a friend, also Belgian like Shel, who would argue that the Pet Shop Boys are the greatest group in an ever evolving cosmos. We overlook our friends flaws as I hope they overlook mine.
My wife told me about one of our next door neighbours in Canada. After I’d returned to the States the neighbour asked her whatever became of the crazy guy who she always saw in the backyard dancing with his dog.
The Pet Shop Boys “Always On My Mind” is a song Shel and I would dance to. We didn’t do the spiffy ball room dog dancing that they used to talk about. Shel and I did the typical white boy dancing we do in the clubs we get dragged to. Shelby would keep the rhythm well and dance by my side. Every dance ended with her jumping on me and trying to give me a kiss even though she knew how much I hate dog kisses.
If she were here now I’d let her kiss me.
When I started doing the podcast I liked that 80 to a hundred people would listen to it. Some how it accelerated, there were over 40,000 downloads of the Buddy Holly one and over twice that of the whacky Xmas one. I don’t know how I feel about that. I know at least 80 to a hundred people, I doubt if I know 40,000 plus. I don’t think even many of the 100 would understand how I felt about my dog and she felt about her boy. And that is morose and sad too.
Enjoy the music, please.
Jan And Dean-Here They Come (alt)
Mitch Ryder And The Detroit Wheels-Devil With A Blue Dress
Chesterfield Kings-Sick And Tired Of You
Slingsby Hornets-Rock And Roll Love Letter
Strangeloves-I Want Candy
Hollies-Pay You Back With Interest
Jam-It’s Too Bad
Walter Clevenger-Little Bit O’ Soul
Union Avenue-Little Green Bag
Spades-We Sell Soul
Jon Blair And The Nightriders-Minor Chaos
Ramouns-In My Room
Someloves-Don’t Talk About Us
Hondells-A Guy Without Wheels
Johnny Ramone-Viva Las Vegas
Beat Farmers-Bigger Stones
Tip Toppers-Someone Like Me
Explorers Club-Any Little Way
Mink Jaguar-Campsie City Line
Hazel Adkins-I Don’t Want Nobody
Murray Lachlan Young-Doo Wah Diddy
Ghastly Ones-The Icy Grip Of Fear
Tom Petty-Zombie Zoo
Scheme-I Don’t Want To Say Goodbye
Chris Von Sneidern-I Can’t Reach You
Spongetones-Now You’re Gone
Pet Shop Boys-Always On My Mind
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Click images for desktop size: “Yin” by Saioul
Life is in one of those miserable patches for me right now. So I’m looking to the SuperBowl for a minute of relief. How bourgeoise of me, how working class.
I’m hoping for a Seahawks win. I like Russell Wilson and how can you not like Richard Sherman. I have issues with Peyton Manning going all the way back to Tennessee. (Remember he never won a National Championship, Tennessee got it the year after Manning graduated.) But mainly I think Pete Carroll is the greatest coach our sport has yet seen. He alone still thinks of the game as fun and he still admires the young men who condition themselves to be in a state to excel.
Someone who believes and trusts in others in an ultra competitive tiny world has to be acknowledged as a great man.
I remember feeling stung when Variety reported, in one of those little throw away capsule bits, that Hall And Oates had passed the Everly Brothers as the best selling pop duo of all time.
Hall and Oates. I think it was Billy Miller who commented, “There’s just a lot more people buying records now than there used to be.” Which makes sense if you don’t think about it and just makes me sad if you do think about it.
I met Don Everly. Maybe met is too strong a word. I was within 10 feet of him for 3 hours. My friend is an Animal Behaviorist. Don had a pair of Belgian Shepherds that were running his house. My friend invited me along because I loved Belgians. He didn’t know, or care, that I also loved the Everly Brothers.
A couple of other celebrities I knew shipped their “unruly” dogs to places unknown. But Don Everly was spending 3 hundred bucks an hour so he could learn how to live with his dogs. That was all he wanted. I liked him. I like the way he acted with me and I liked the way he acted with his dogs even more.
Phil had dogs too. Big dogs, pure breds and mutts. They were southern boys and boy and man they loved their dogs.
They were entertainers who loved to rock. On stage since the early fifties, they learned to sing and play in front of an audience.
With their chiming chunking Gibson B210’s and those insane harmonies that sounded like the Tibetan throat singers, like two voices coming from one throat; how could you not love the Everly Brothers. What could be so wrong with you that you’d buy “Maneater” instead of “May You Always Drive a Cadillac”.
I don’t know. I only know that Phil Everly is dead. In the last pictures before he passed he looked like how I’d wished my Grandpa looked, not how you’d expect that razor cut ferret cheeked, lazer eyed JD killer from the album covers to end up. I like that. I like it because every pop group that has ever used a harmony, from the Beach Boys to the Beatles to the Lolas owes a little something to the Everly Brothers. And when you look down that long line of faces it’s nice to end up on the content lined face of Phil Everly.
Don Everly’s only comment was, “I don’t know what to say. I always figured I’d die first.”
The Everly Brothers gave us the rhythm and the beat, the heart and the tingling sounds, the peace and the vision and all they wanted was for us to listen. And some money, but who doesn’t want that?
Because some will insist-MP3
Situation desperate but serious.
It doesn’t mean you can’t dance while you wait for your Christmas/Hanukah/Kwanza/solstice miracle.
I’ve been doing mix tapes for Christmas for nearly 20 years. I used to use metal tape and spend days drawing cassette cover/Christmas cards. The best ones were the ones featuring the music I recorded from our previous years Christmas party. It’s just not Christmas without the music. Lots of new and old stuff here. Dig.
My deaf puppy is doing better and better. I still miss my girl. There’s always a moment every day when the emptiness hits.
And I found a microphone for talking on the podcast. Real important stuff there. I’ll get it when I find a job and pay the rent, get in some food, fill my scripts, take the dogs to the vet . . . so not real soon.
Ruin Christmas With The Cool And The Crazy!
Three Jokers And An Ace – Sleigh Bell Rock
Bob Rivers – Going Up to Bethlehem
Jefferey Foskett – Little Saint Nick
Sleeping At Last – Christmas Is All Around (Love Actually)
Click Five – My Girlfriend (Forgot Me This Christmas)
Letters To Cleo – (WTFAMP) The Christmas Song
Death Valley – Carol Of the Bells
5678’s – Rock N Roll Santa
Patsy Raye & The Beatniks – Beatnick’s Wish
Blink 182 – I Won’t Be Home For Christmas
Joey Ramone – Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)
Surfin’ Lungs – Surfin’ On Christmas Day
Shonen Knife – Sweet Christmas
Fab Four – Hark The Herald Angels Sing
Boss Martians – It’s Christmas Time
Mighty Mighty BossTones – This Time Of Year
Roger McGuinn – We Three Kings
Christmas Jug Band – Somebody Stole My Santa Claus Suit
Louis Armstrong – Cool Yule
Elvis Presley – LeAnne Rimes – Here Comes Santa Claus
Me, You And Her – I’ll Be Home For Christmas
Psychotic Youth – Another Christmas
Vegas With Randolph – Snow Day
Bad Religion – Little Drummer Boy
Caravan Of Thieves – I Don’t Want Anything For Christmas
dB’s – Feliz Navidad
Dollyrots – Santa Baby
Beach Boys – Santa Got An Airplane
Ben Cartwright (Lorne Greene) Stuck In The Chimney
Debbie And The Darnells – Santa, Teach Me To Dance
Cliffters and Torben Lendager – Santa Bring My Baby Back To Me
Untamed Youth – Santa’s Gonna Shut ‘Em Down
Dave Brubeck – Santa Claus Is Coming to Town
Bob B Soxx And The Blue Jeans – The Bells Of St Mary’s
Darlene Love – All Alone On Christmas
Royal Guardsmen – Snoopy’s Christmas
Blue Hawaiians – Mele Kalihimala
Les Paul And Mary Ford – White Christmas
Episodes – The Christmas Tree
George Jones – My Mom And Santa Claus
Long Island Hornets – Chop Top Christmas
Kik – A Christmas Song For You
Freddy Cannon – Have A Boom Boom Christmas
Grip Weeds – God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Big Boy Pete – Silent Night
Scrooge – A Christmas Carol
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