Another Sunday, another successful Punk Rock BBQ. Starting off the day’s festivities was Herbert., a whimsical, one-man-dixieland-show, complete with prosthetic mask and demonic-like vocals. I can honestly say, I’ve never experienced anything like Herbert. before in my life, and I want to experience much, much more! Photo provided of mike watt + the secondmen, which was, like always, an amazingly good time. Lawndale and The Last rounded out the set (not in that order), and cheap drinks and free dogs were enjoyed by all. I can’t wait for the next iteration!
Tag Archives: California
BBHC
Saturday’s Venice Music Festival showcased the mind-bending blues rockers, Big Brother and the Holding Company. Free shows are all the rage this weekend, and not one performer left us wanting more. There are tons of free shows in-and-around the Los Angeles area on any given weekend, and the Venice Music Festival is certainly one we’ll be sure to return to. Also, BBHC KILLED it!
Red Lite Melodies
We discovered a new dive bar this weekend, which, obviously has good taste in music (as well as overall lighting tonality). If you find yourself in the Santa Monica area, and are into great music and dive bars, check out The Gaslite off Wilshire Blvd. Drink responsibly, kids.
KJazz of Rage
I’d just like to say thank you to California State University, Long Beach’s KJazz (88.1 FM) for instilling calming and soothing easy listening jazz on my morning commutes into work. It’s because of this prominent station, and its perfectly timed playing of Bewitched by Paul Desmond, that I didn’t slam on my horn and offer screams of rage to the choch in the white SUV that swerved in front of me, forcing me to slam on my brakes and almost caused a much, unneeded accident. Serenity remained, and for that, I have KJazz to thank. (Photo above lifted from the internet.)
RSD ’18
RSD ’18 at our local brick and mortar was an overwhelming success. I hope everyone got what they were hunting for!
SALE * SALE
We went in looking for a receiver, and came out with a bootleg copy of The Beatles Christmas Album. It was, in fact, on sale, so there’s that, but the Sherwood S-7100A receiver had been sold earlier in the day. The search continues for the perfect, vintage receiver.
Roughin’ It ’18 (March Edition)
When spending three nights within the confines of a rented studio apartment on wheels, a proper entertainment set-up isn’t just key, it’s borderline survival basics. The PG clan (consisting solely of my wife and me) each hand-picked 10 albums for our excursion… of which we’re down to about 12 after just one half day. But wait! Grady’s Record Refuge is just a quick Uber / Lyft ride away, so after the Tim Hardins and the Les Baxters are laid to rest, unknown gems from Ventura’s finest will get their spinning debut… inside a studio apartment on wheels.
Low Calorie Jello
Santa Ana kicked some solid ass and brought out some heavy, legendary hitters. Featured here is (insane / genius / crazy person) Jello Biafra with his Guantanamo School of Medicine. For only $20, we witnessed not only the best live band of our generation (Rocket from the Crypt), but also a few Dead Kennedys classics. I wasn’t expecting, or remotely prepared for the latter. Good day, indeed.
Happy Father’s Day!
This one’s for my pop. Much respect and love to the man who brought me into this world, and who just as easily could have taken me out… and with good reason. Enjoy your spins, Big Guy, and thanks for the constant years of patience and understanding. I know it wasn’t easy. Happy Father’s Day!
Beats on the Beach
Oh, just a portable turntable sitting atop a twelver of Yuengling overlooking the sunset. Nothing to see here.
Venus Envy
Fat Wreck Chords’ subsidiary, Honest Don’s Records, was a heavy-spun favorite back in my early college days. Diesel Boy’s Strap on Seven Inch (a 7″, naturally) was my first introduction to the snotty Santa Rosa band, and I’ve been (nostalgically) hooked ever since. Venus Envy is the band’s second studio album, and just arrived on my doorstep. If you know a Don, keep him honest. If you don’t, have your way over here.
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Dear, these precious “United” States. This is why we can’t have nice things. I’m disappointed in you, California, and am ashamed to call myself a born Californian. What good is history when derived from dishonest means? As good as it ever has been, I suppose. Is Canada hiring?
Ya Mom is so Fat
(HOW FAT IS SHE?!) (No rhyme here) She’s fat enough to indulge in this first of seven, 7″ singles that house The Pharcyde Singles: Collection, circa: 2012. Each on individually colored vinyl, the Ya Mama 7″ is released on bro-shot purple vinyl, for those of you into colored extremes. 22 burritos, anyone?
Music for Dirt, Peacocks, and Fire
The below list is, we feel, adequate camping music for the inner, nature-minded ruffian in all of us. A few old standbys, a few personal favs, but all helping to create a calming soundtrack for our recent, peacock-screaming nature excursion. I’d be interested to hear what others would consider like-minded, camping-acceptable albums.
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Willy and the Poor Boys
Creedence Clearwater Revival – Cosmo’s Factory
Jim Croce – I Got A Name
ZZ Top – First Album
John Fahey – The Dance of Death & Other Plantation Favorites Volume 3
Booker T. & the MG’s – Green Onions
Michael Bloomfield / Al Kooper / Steve Stills – Super Session
The Beatles – The Kinfaun Demos
The Kinks – Muswell Hillbillies
Essential Reading Material
When camping, I find a good book helps to set the calming, relaxing, slow-paced vibe of living like a pampered homeless person. I just cracked open NOFX’s The Hepatitis Bathtub and Other Stories, and it’s absolutely, without question, batshit crazy… in the best, possible sense of the term. Anyway, no records this round. Just ZZ Top’s first album over the iPod, good company, and random-ass NOFX stories. Life is good.
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Vinyl, Beer, and Camping
Excess has no limits, because Money Mark on vinyl while tent camping for two nights is obviously a requirement.
Sublimed
I saw Sublime’s self-titled album at Barnes & Noble recently and I got to thinking, why the hell don’t I own all of their albums yet? I mean, there are only three of them, and I already own their second offering, 1994’s Robbin’ the Hood (featured here). They seem to reissue all three of these with some kind of color variant every few years or so. I think I’m going to jump on the next round, or at least strongly consider it. Sublime was on heavy rotation during my pizza delivery days which was, unfortunately, after frontman Bradley Nowell had passed. A buddy of mine swears we saw them back in 1995 at a Warped Tour, but I think he’s nuts as I would certainly have remembered seeing them. Anyway, as a general rule of thumb, if a band only releases three albums, and you already own one of them, it’s damn time to round out their discography.RV Outing, Day 3
Village Green on the Pacific coast with the fam. Essentials with essential people. Happy holidays from warm, Southern California.
Have? Need?
Always looking out for my fellow record obsessed, this photo was sent to a Tull-lover, with the simple text of, “Have? Need?” This is not a rare exchange that goes out among our local collecting comrades, and in this case, the $3 needed not be spent. I was however strictly instructed to acquire 1974’s War Child, but in lieu of time, I had to pass it up. (Raises glass), here’s to those to act before asking. Happy Sunday, kids!
The Prudent Groove 