Had a quickie at the Kitty on her last night. Sigh… This shot was taken on her last Punk Rock BBQ. Watt are you doing?! (a bit of Minutemen humor) I won’t say she was my favorite bar, but she was, by far, the best bar in Los Angeles. You, and the memories you’ve provided, will be sorely missed.
We’ve been sucked into the British Invasion vortex these past few weeks. A relatively calming and energetic state to find oneself, all things considered. On tonight’s rotation is the third studio album from Newcastle’s own, The Animals. Featured here is the 1965 US release on MGM Records titled, Animals Tracks, and as the cover boasts, contains their biggest set yet, but, you tell me… We Gotta Get out of This Place, Bring it on Home to Me, The Story of Bo Diddley, Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood, and Bury My Body. Personally, I don’t feel the self-promoting cover claim is anything outside of hot-damn accurate.
There are some that will say that the best one-two punch-in-consecutive, one-two-tracks-on-an-album are something Zeppelin, or Beatles related. To them, this disclaimer is (likely) not accurate. For me, and mine, the KO comes from either RFTC’s Scream, Dracula, Scream!, or George Thorogood’s George Thorogood and the Destroyers. Find this out for yourself, I suppose.
Reason no. 1309 justifying the existence of the Groove. I had stupidly, and for years, considered Wanted Dead or Alive a cut from 1988’s New Jersey. Having freshly experienced this angelic gem on LA radio the other morning, I found myself dodging lolly-gagging traffic on my escape home in order to spin Bon Jovi’s 2nd consecutive no. 1 album. To my reluctant surprise, Wanted Dead or Alive was nowhere to be found on ’88s NJ. Once again, and stupidly, I was reminded that WDoA was a / the seasoned favorite from 1986’s Slippery When Wet LP. I figure the moral is, grease up on your Bon Jovi history, fool!
The newest member to the ever-growing family of “necessary must haves” is Johnny Cash’s 2nd album, Sings the Songs that Made Him Famous. You know, I have half a mind to stop shopping brick & mortars all together. That’s the fluid ease of finding specific releases at specific grades for specific amounts, online, talking, not the logic that surrounds any given search at said B&M. Sure, I’m a strong advocate for RSD, and local mom and pops in general, but there is no way in Mississippi Hell that I’d be able to head to my local shop, specifically looking for this 58 year old record, and walk out with this precise pressing for the price I paid for it online ($14 shipped). Well, I guess the element of surprise is the draw, and for that I’m willing to continue the exercise. Any way you cut the meat, happy Monday, kids.
Not only do I need to start taking photos that are much more level, I need to start mixing these luscious cocktails from the Vinyl Me, Please releases. They boast themselves as the best damn record club on the market, and they’re certainly not wrong. We here just need to utilize their many spoils. If you’re pondering a club where everybody knows your name, consider Vinyl Me, Please. It’s not shitty, and that’s a good thing.
I know I said it before, but have a quick look at the tracklist for CCR’s 1969 album, Green River. The 2nd of three “best of” albums released that year (January’s Bayou Country, this, August’s Green River, and November’s Willy and the Poor Boys), Green River is absolutely essential listening material for any casual fan of Bad Moon Rising.
If Glen E. Friedman ever took a bad photo, I’ve never seen it. Early Fugazi, featured here from the insert to their 1988 12″, Fugazi, features a front row view of this vigorous band in violent, full swing. Spend the rest of your day Googling Glen E. Friedman’s work, then spin this album. Your Tuesday morning will thank you.
Originally released as only one of 213 pressed on green vinyl back in 2007, The Flatliners’ first major label album, A Great Awake, received only one spin upon it’s initial reception, then was forgotten on the shelf. I remember it being new, but enjoyable, angry pop-punk. That goes without saying, as does this: this record is now in the “have to listen to” pile.