My current obsession with reverby garage rock can be traced back to my love of those early Cramps albums on I.R.S., especially the Off the Bone compilation which in some ways I think is all you really need to own. Here's a couple choice cuts:
The Cramps' goth look only seemed silly till you saw them live: Lux Interior was one of the scariest mofos in rock. The version of "Tear it Up" from URGH! A Music War is the quintessential Cramps performance. Totally amazing, though I always felt sorry for the person who had to use the microphone after him:
I was never a Prisoner obsessive (though I've always wanted to visit the Hotel Portmeirion), but I always thought Patrick McGoohan was one of the cool ones. He was always great guest star on Columbo, too, for which he won two Emmys. He was 80.
If you're never seen The Prisoner, one of the great mindf*%$s ever made, you can watch the entire series (all 17 episodes) online at AMC TV's website. As you may have heard, AMC is remaking the series and will air this year. Before you start booing and hissing, they've got a good track record with Mad Men and Breaking Bad, and it stars Jim Caviezel and Ian McKellan... maybe they won't screw it up entirely.
Jerry Reed, who died yesterday at a young age of 71, was best known for playing the Snowman in the Smokey and the Bandit films. (He was even the Bandit in the regrettable third film, that Burt Reynolds only cameo'd in, and an ailing Jackie Gleason's dialogue was entirely dubbed by Mel Blanc.) But I have very fonder memories of Reed's many appearances on Hee Haw, and even more his role in the 1979 comedy Hot Stuff, where he played a Miami police detective who goes undercover (along with Suzanne Pleshette, The Electric Company's Luis Avalos, and director Dom Deluise) to bust the cities many fencers and thieves.
It was lighthearted and corny and features a scene of a stoned Dom Leluise laughing for what seems like 10 minutes. There's also veteran comic Pat McCormick doing a seemingly improvised routine involving tangerines. HBO used to show this every other day in the early '80s and I'm pretty sure I saw it about 30 times between '82 and '85. I haven't seen it in at least 15 years, apart from the first five minutes which are on YouTube (including his country-soul themesong). Not on DVD, dammit! I'll miss ya, Jerry:
I'm off my game. Hammy, gun-loving actor Charlton Heston died a week ago and this fitting tribute only hit me now.
Stump were one of the stranger bands signed to a major label in the late-'80s. Lumped in the with the C86 scene (they were on the cassette), this quartet from Cork, Ireland had more in common with Captain Beefheart than anything else. We played a lot of kooky stuff at my college radio but I remember Stump's album, A Fierce Pancake, as one of the most hated records in rotation at the time. (Absolutely most hated during my tenure was Get Out of School by pre-tween punks Old Skull.) And that time was dominated by R.E.M., the Replacements, Morrissey, the Mighty Lemon Drops, Love & Rockets, etc.
But I always kind of liked it. Not the whole thing, mainly two songs. The first was "Buffalo," their UK indie chart "hit" that was on the C86 cassette and then rerecorded twice (on their EP Quirk, then for the album) in hopes of a bonafide hit. The song's chorus was frontman Mick Lynch shouting "How much is the fish! How much is the chips! How much is the fish! Does the fish have chips!" It was the 80s. Anything seemed possible.
The other song was an ode to the making of The Ten Commandments that featured sampled frogs as the main percussive element. It also rhymed "Charlton Heston" with "put his vest on" which I thought was totally brilliant. The video, directed by Tim Pope and featuring 1000 live frogs, was pretty good too:
Weirdly, while doing some research for this post, I learned that A Fierce Pancake has just been reissued as a three-disc deluxe edition, including their first two EPs (never before on CD) and a bunch of tracks recorded for Pancake's follow-up that never happened.
I'm by no means an expert on Stump, though I figure I'm one of about 100 people in America who owns original A Fierce Pancake CD. If you're interested in learning more, bassist Kev Hopper's website has an informative and entertaining biography of the band full of the sad and rediculous stuff labels do to bands in an attempt to score a hit.
After 18 months of having a For Sale sign in their window, looks like Matamoros Puebla Grocery has finally given up the ghost. I headed there yesterday for some lunch and they were gutting the place. I was gutted too. They might've been merely renovating, I couldn't bring myself to inquire, but I'm guessing not. The shutters were down when I walked by around 11am this morning.
Matamoros was one of the few places on Bedford that was still around from when I first moved to Williamsburg ten years ago. It was there that I first had "authentic" Mexican food and it's cheap and delicious tacos, sopes and tortas got me through some lean years and continued to eat there probably twice a week. It was also my source for perfect avocados, crema, cotija cheese, dried chiles and bizarre tamarind candy. Mostly I will miss their amazing sopes, pictured above. I've had better tacos elsewhere in the city, but nobody did sopes as good as Matamoros. I am very sad.
Too many of these lately. Tony Wilson was a know-it-all prat but that certainly doesn't mean I didn't respect him. The way he ran Factory records -- split the money 50/50 with the band, artist freedom, amazing sleeves, etc -- didn't make him much money but it came from the right place and even when his tastes were questionable (there was a lot of crap on Factory) you could never say he wasn't passionate about all of his bands and music in general. Can you be a total genius and a total knob? Tony Wilson was living proof.
The Guardian has many tributes, from the likes of Paul Morley, Alan McGee and more.
Here's a two-part memoriam the BBC aired last night, including interviews with New Order's Steven Morris and legendary sleeve designer Peter Saville:
Factory Records output was spotty at best, with about four truly great bands (two of which were pretty much the same band), many bands with one or two great singles, and a lot of other groups that sounded exactly like their moneymakers. Here are a few of them whose names aren't Joy Division, New Order or Happy Mondays. I'm not saying it's all good...
The ultimate tribute to Anthony H. Wilson's genius and knobbery is Michael Winterbottom's fantastic 24 Hour Party People, featuring a brilliant performance by Steve Coogan as the man himself. If you haven't seen it, do yourself a favor and remedy that soon.
My one run-in with Mr. Wilson was during a week he agreed to fill in for BBC 6 presenter Andrew Collins weekday show, Tea Time. He was talking about the current state of metal, and I emailed in to say that I'd much rather listen to the Darkness than Alien Ant Farm or System of a Down any day. He read my message on air and then ripped me apart for a good minute, going into an impassioned campaign about how System of a Down were one of the best bands around and that I was a total philistine to say otherwise. I felt about this small at the time, though I'd still rather listen to the Darkness, but to have Tony Wilson eviscerate me on-air was kind of a thrill.
Lee Hazelwood lost his battle with renal cancer yesterday at age '78. An amazing songwriter with an unforgettable baritone, he was '60s icon and an extremely cool cat. Idolator has a nice obituary, as does the BBC.
He was best known for working with Nancy Sinatra, writing her biggest hit "These Boots are Made for Walkin'," as well as psychedelic classic "Some Velvet Morning" that has been covered countless times by indie/alternative bands over the last 20 years. (Slowdive's version is particularly good.) But my favorite Nancy & Lee song is "Summer Wine," with its wistful, spooky string section.
Stephen Jones (aka Babybird) covered "We All Make the Flowers Grow" on 2002's Total Lee: the Songs of Lee Hazelwood, one of the more listenable tribute albums of recent years. I like his version, which samples Hazelwood's original spoken intro, just as much.
Youtube clips are somewhat disappointing. Weirdly, I had to go to MySpace to find the clip of Nancy and Lee on horseback singing "Some Velvet Morning" from Nancy Sinatra's 1968 NBC special, Movin' with Nancy. But here it is:
However, YouTube does have most of the clips from Lee's Swedish television special, Cowboy in Sweden (based on his album of the same name), which isn't quite as good as the title might imply. But "No Train to Stockholm" is pretty great:
There's also most of his other Swedish TV special, Love and Other Crimes. which is more of a standard TV variety hour. They really liked him over there. We like him here. RIP, Lee.
There are plenty of straight-up James Brown memorials today (here's John Pareles' obit in the Times) so I thought I'd offer up two "tributes" of sorts from 1989, a year after the Godfather of Soul's infamous drug-n-booze fueled run-in with the law that ended in a wild interstate car chase. Both songs poke fun at the incident which had pretty much worn away any goodwill Brown had left. (The '80s were a rough decade for the him.)
Of the two, I think Pop Will Eat Itself's contribution holds up a little better, though I am biased as I hold the album it came from, This is the Day... This Is the Hour... This is This, as an unheralded (and unfairly maligned) classic. Plus they sample "Funky Drummer" as well as some classic JB catchphrases. For whatever reason, Big Audio Dynamite sampled West Side Story for their song "James Brown," the lead single off Megatop Phoenix, the last Big Audio Dynamite
album to feature the original lineup. (The band was never as good once
Don Letts left, even though they became much more popular.) I think
this got picked as a single more for the name recognition that the
catchiness of the song, but it's still fun, if a bit dated.
Legendary Love frontman Arthur Lee lost his battle with Leukemia last night (August 3). He was 61. He was pretty much batshit crazy for most of the '80s and '90s but there's no denying his amazing catalog with perhaps the ultimate '60s psych-pop group. It seems especially sad as anyone who saw the Forever Changes concerts from 2002 knew the man still had it.
I have distinct memories of the Pernice Brothers doing "Alone Again Or" at Bowery Ballroom in 2001. I wonder how many bands performing around the country tonight will be covering Love songs?
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