So, it APPEARS, that The Zombies will end their Odessey & Oracle tour finale in Los Angeles at an undisclosed location in late April of next year. 50 years, kids! I’ve already asked for this day off from work (a Saturday), so book your flights and sweet talk the in-laws to watch the little ones, because The Zombies are coming to town…
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Peter’s Pan
Thrilling, how the luxuries that Peter Pan takes with Star Wars characters, or something of the like. This Empire Strikes Back version comes heavy with the disco, and showcases, in addition to Star Wars, themes from 2001 and Close Encounters. Redefining classic, one groove at a time.
Hanna Can’t Wait
Forgot to post this last night. I’ll screen grab offers from time to time so as not to forget to order an essential record. Case in point, this “official” (non promo) release of the Hanna soundtrack by the Chem Bros. $30+ for a single record release is a bit steep, but when she’s limited to only 1500 copies, the decision is a no-brainer.
Wait… What?!
Taking the day off. You’re welcome.
Her Majesty, the Luau
Fuck it. It’s Friday. After a long week, you know what time it is…
Sasquatch Rock
Lawndale’s 2nd (and final) LP (from SST Records in 1987) continued carrying the burning torch of surf-folk rock set ablaze by 1986’s Beyond Barbecue (their debut). Sasquatch Rock, as it is infamously known, harbors many well known, Liquid Kitty favorites, and is the perfect blend of Pacific Coast casual that this prominent band is eminently known for. I could go for a bit of Punk Rock BBQ right about now. (sigh)
“… if you don’t move to this one, then you’re dead.”
1967’s Belafonte on Campus is a modest collection of college touring favorites played on a then forty school, forty day tour. It’s often easy to overlook the power of folk music on North American youth throughout the murky turmoil that surrounded the late 1960s. Mr. Belafonte was first and foremost a man of the people, and his profound followers filled assembly halls and auditoriums to capacity (in some cases beyond), and Belafonte on Campus is a must listen for any fan of music history, and / or prolific performers. “… if you don’t move to this one, then you’re dead.” – William A. Attaway, Belafonte on Campus back cover.
Young Snakes
As far as the youngins are concerned, it’s never too early to unleash the unrelenting wave that is the Hot Snakes. This is me explaining to a one-year-old the importance of their debut album, in my opinion, their best. I’m confident that my ramblings were well received.
Bronze Banana
So, apparently (“actually”), Silver Apples’ debut LP was reissued earlier this year on sky blue speckled vinyl (pictured here). Happy to FINALLY own this prominent piece of 1968 nostalgia. Dear casual reader… carry on.
ELightO
With great ingenuity comes great responsibility. Thank you, Electric Light Orchestra.
From Life to the Moon
Was flipping though a November, 1969 issue of Life magazine last night, you know, the one with “The Rough-cut King of Country Music” on the cover, aka Johnny Cash, and I came across this amazing full page ad for Time Life Records’ 6x LP box set, To the Moon. I’d acquired this piece of Americana at my brick and mortar about a year ago (the box set, not the magazine… I have my wonderful folks to thank for that one), and I’ve been a bit obsessed with it after the reissue announcement of the Voyager Golden Record box set (Kickstarter), so let’s just say I was a bit beside myself and had to do a double take upon its random discovery in the Life magazine that had been sitting on our living room table for the better part of three years. Man can step foot on the Moon, but I can’t discover a 47 year old record advertisement sitting beneath my nose. For shame.
Anyway, have a read, then head over to Discogs to nab this essential box set for next to nothing. She’s currently $7.50 for the full set (that’s 6x LPs and a 192 page, hardcover book, kids), and if you’re feeling REALLY interplanetary, back the Voyager Golden Record on Kickstarter. You’ll thank me later.
Mr. Country Music
From Mr. Breakfast Sausage to Mr. Country Music, or vice versa. Jimmy Dean is, obviously, a modern day country music staple, and unlike most other modern day country music staples, he has a convenient, and surprisingly hearty breakfast line to go along with his prestigious country ballads. So no matter what time of day your stomach unfolds, grab a platter of ol’ Jimmy Dean.
Chapel of Love
A lovely wedding gift from the new in-laws. Thanks to Meg, Bri, and the kiddos for this thoughtful 45. So, the Phillies have a record label, eh? Good to know.
TJ&tS 8-Trk
“Greatest hits albums are for housewives, and little girls.” – Bruce McCulloch
Wall O’ Records
Have a record wall backdrop, courtesy of the Prudent Groove. This guy was taken earlier today at the local bowling hole. Feel free to us it as you please… I did.
Post #250 Revisited
Yeah… didn’t figure that on this day, three years ago, I’d be picturing my future wedding to encapsulate as much outstanding goodness that it did. No photos to represent any musical endeavour, thus far, but let’s celebrate silence in the best possible way known to man… via means of The Kinks. Strangers on this road we are on… We are not two, we are one. (What it was, at post #250)
FM in Disguise
Our new Bluetooth skin is vintage made modern, thanks to the visiting parents who harbored this hollow receiver for the past three decades. Another thanks to them for offering to upcycle this timeless gem. Spotify never looked so damn good.
The Stereophonic Sound of Benny Goodman
Interesting slight of hand with this vintage 8-track. I’m curious to find out if Benny Goodman actually appears on this Big Band Series / Collector’s Edition, or if it’s just a collection by those who list him on their resume. Either way, we can’t wait to plug in this beast on our next Throwback Thursday. (Please note that tomorrow’s Throwback Thursday has been postponed due to previous obligations.)
Beats on the Beach
Oh, just a portable turntable sitting atop a twelver of Yuengling overlooking the sunset. Nothing to see here.
The King
As far as I’m concerned, there is only one King, and he wasn’t born in Tupelo, Mississippi.
RIP Roger Miller.
The Prudent Groove 