|
|
Post by Rob Allen on Jun 10, 2014 14:20:49 GMT -5
What a coincidence - on my way to work this morning, the local jazz station played 'Desafinado' by Dizzy Gillespie.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ish Kabbible on Jun 11, 2014 3:41:28 GMT -5
Courtesy of Mark Evanier,here is a clip from the March 4,1963 Steve Allen show with the introduction of Frank Zappa.This was 2 years before Frank's first Mothers of Invention album Freak Out. Unlike TV talk shows of today,this segment is leisurely paced and totally unrehearsed. An amazing find
|
|
|
|
Post by Ish Kabbible on Jun 11, 2014 6:44:02 GMT -5
After watching Dirty Dancing the other day,I searched and found this wonderful collection of late 50s/early 60s snippets.About 50 or 60 in all
|
|
|
|
Post by Nowhere Man on Jun 11, 2014 8:09:22 GMT -5
Has anyone ever done a punk version of Wolverton Mountain?
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2014 9:09:04 GMT -5
Closest thing I could find on short notice --
|
|
|
|
Post by DubipR on Jun 11, 2014 9:14:07 GMT -5
Felt like posting some good downhome fried country funk...
|
|
|
|
Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 11, 2014 10:04:27 GMT -5
Birthday Time. Happy Birthday to Frank Beard. No waitin' for the bus today.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nowhere Man on Jun 11, 2014 10:12:58 GMT -5
Closest thing I could find on short notice -- Not bad. I like to take songs I like ironically and envision them jazzed up and "cool." My current wish-list includes Elvira by the Oak Ridge Boy's and basically every John Denver song. |
|
|
|
Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 11, 2014 10:24:08 GMT -5
Couple of songs I think are just terribly wrongfully forgotten and beg to be revived by an alt-country band.
|
|
|
|
Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 18, 2014 13:16:14 GMT -5
Went and saw Steve Earle last night. Great show. Really small venue. It was at a bar in Ketchum. Steve even addressed the question of why he was playing there...he was going fishing in the morning. I don't think anywhere in the bar was more than 60 feet from the stage. Put on a great show and nice setlist. But he didn't go on until 10:30. And with the drive home I wasn't in bed until 2:00. I'm too old for that crap.
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2014 13:18:53 GMT -5
Was wondering about that show. Earle played Little Rock back in, I guess, the late '90s, but as was too often the case I was working that night. (I went to quite a few shows back then, but I'd have seen at least twice that many if I hadn't been night city editor.) But he didn't go on until 10:30. And with the drive home I wasn't in bed until 2:00. I'm too old for that crap. Yeah, I know the feeling. That's a good part of the reason I attended precisely 0 shows between 9/17/03 (Dandy Warhols at the Cotton Club in Atlanta) & 9/13/10 (Pixies at Fox Theatre in Atlanta), especially since the drive from there is something like 2 1/2 hours. Birmingham is lots closer (100 miles or so, so maybe 90 minutes, tops), but the prospect of driving back from a Pains of Being Pure at Heart gig there a few weeks ago was too daunting for my increasingly decrepit self, even though it was on a Friday night, IIRC, & maybe even during a week I had off. |
|
|
|
Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 18, 2014 13:23:04 GMT -5
Seriously fun show. And the place was packed, which in this case probably meant 350-500 people. He was less political than I've been lead to understand he is in a lot of his shows, not that I mind his politics. My biggest complaint was the late hour.
And I'm guessing he may not have gotten his fishing in as it snowed in Ketchum last night.
|
|
|
|
Post by DubipR on Jun 18, 2014 14:40:21 GMT -5
A personal favorite of mine....Fotheringay.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rob Allen on Jun 18, 2014 16:00:32 GMT -5
Here's an example of the nearly-lost art of the double entendre. With the increasing openness of society, there's less need to disguise what you mean. So here's one of the raunchiest songs of 1950:
And here are those lyrics. I nearly fell over the first time I heard her sing "get a grip on your bat and smack a few balls".
Come and see me baby,
Please don’t come too soon.
Come and see me baby,
But please don’t come too soon.
We’ve got a date at 8,
And it’s only afternoon.
The way you rush me
it ain’t right,
I know you just
can’t wait for tonight.
Remember love’s like a mashed potato,
When you eat it up now you won’t have it later.
Come on over,
but please don’t come to soon.
Impatient daddy
I know how much you care,
Impatient daddy
I know how much you care.
So papa just take time
‘cause there’s lots of it to spare.
You got about 5 or 6 hours ta kill,
Try runnin’ up and down that same old hill.
You know you try wrasslin’, you get too many falls,
Get a grip on your bat, and smack a few balls.
Come on over,
but please don’t come too soon.
You gotta let your sweet meat
Cook a long, long time.
You gotta let your sweet meat
Cook a long, long time.
You gotta let it cook,
If you want it to taste real fine.
You going too fast,
You better take care.
You might have a flat,
And you ain’t got no spare.
Save all your lovin’
Conserve all your power.
If that doesn’t work,
Then take a cold shower.
Come on over,
but please don’t come too soon.
So, come on over,
but please don’t come too soon.
|
|
|
|
Post by Slam_Bradley on Jun 18, 2014 16:07:12 GMT -5
There was an entire sub-genre of "Blue" Blues from the 20s through the 50s. Some very interesting stuff.
|
|
