Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Jason asked me to post this for him.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
The band is fantastic. Harry Stinson, Jerry Douglas and a bunch of other amazing session men
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Glen was my great uncle...my Dad tells some great stories about going to see him and his big band when he was a kid. A bit sleepy but has some pretty sweet trombone.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
The Joint - Featuring former members of The Lonely Ones, the band for which Noel Redding played lead guitar before joining TheJimi Hendrix Experience. I looked for but couldn't find anything by The Lonely Ones.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
The way I hear it. If you lived in Tustin or Santa Ana mid early sixties you either liked the Rhythm Rockers or the Chantays. You had two choices. Now the problem is I don't think these are the right Rhythm Rockers. I think that these are the guys from Michigan. Then you had Bob Vidone and the Rhythm Rockers from New York and Crazy Cavan and the Rhythm Rockers from Australia. Have to suss this out, very confusing.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
In honor of the blood moon. You know, everybody I know that ever saw Jimi live speaks about the event in hallowed terms. At the risk of sounding like an apostate, I concede that he was the most brilliant electric guitar player of our time but I wonder why some of these jams can feel so tedious today? Is it because I am getting old? Leslie and I flew to New York to see the Cream reunion. Most of the show was very good. But I realized where the gothic sound that bands like Black Sabbath copped came from, it was from Jack Bruce and that particular idiom can be very tiring at times. This particular Hendrix gig was from Stockholm.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
I saw Steve Harley and Cockney Rebel in the very early seventies in New York. He was reviled by the critics and even the members of his own band. One of the earliest punks, at least I think. He kept repeating "Who killed Brian Jones, Mick Jagger?" over and over again. Believe that I saw him at the bandshell with David Peel but could be mistaken. Long time ago.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I don't care what anybody else thinks, Roger Daltrey is a really fine singer who doesn't get enough credit for his contribution to the Who. And he rips on the rockabilly stuff.
Lost a lot of hair with the chillum. Not a good smell. Twixt index and middle was the preferred location, more of an overlapping grip. Childhood folly…If memory serves, the american flag rolling paper was made by either alfa or stella. somebody was paying attention.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Was talking to Dave the other night and he recounted how his Dad once took him to see Roxy Music when he was very young. I didn't go to many concerts with my dad. Actually I remember three of them. We saw Carlos Montoya once, my dad loved him. He loved Pablo Casals a bunch as well and of course, he was always humming an aria from some opera. We saw Ray Charles, a night Charles chose to publicly humiliate his guitar player. You know what an e chord is, boy? I never quite felt the same way about Ray after I saw him be such a mean prick to the unfortunate local union band member who was backing him that night.
One night my dad asked if I would take him to a rock concert, so he could see what they were all about. 1/24/73, San Diego Sports Arena. We saw John Martyn, Free and Traffic. People were smoking joints all around us, it might have amused my dad, but he didn't criticize nor for that matter partake. Can't say I remember a lot about the gig. We left in the middle of Traffic when he had finally had enough. Cool. He tried.
Thinking back, it was neat of my father to go with me. He lives in his own little world now, going to visit him soon. Parents, humour your children every once in a while. They will probably never forget it.
This is a favorite scene from the great 60's movie The Magic Christian where Peter Sellars stars as Ringo Starr's wealthy, eccentric father. This clip was deleted from YouTube for a while over a copy write spat, not sure if it will stay up. If you haven't seen it, get the movie on Netflix although the current cut isn't necessarily a great edit. It is a hoot and Sellars at his best, especially the auction scene.