Thursday, December 31, 2009

Sparks - The Who, 1970.

Jesus Christ, will you look at that! Townsend can noodle out some pretty stellar solos! (albeit interjected with his signature windmills, yawn.)

Happy New Year - Mayor's Melters MP3 compilation

Suck it, 2009! Here's to a balls-out 2010!

Blister On The Moon - Taste feat. Rory Gallagher
Brontosaurus - The Move
I can't find you - Arthur Lee's Love
You're Gonna Need Me (live) - James Gang
Human Being - Coloured Balls
Freelance Fiend - Leaf Hound
Doctor Please - Blue Cheer
Black Coffee - Humble Pie
Black napkins - Frank Zappa
You Must Be A Witch - The Lollipop Shoppe
Cry In The Night - Q 65
Hot Smoke & Sassafras - Bubble Puppy
Big Eyed Beans From Venus - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band
Prince Kajuku - UFO
Acid Bean - Killing Floor


Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Shivers - Boys Next Door, 1979. (RIP Roland S. Howard)

Back in the 80's I danced with the dragon for a while. I'm not glorifying it. I went from a stupid looking pseudo-goth pussy to an even stupider (more mascara and hairspray) looking pseudo-goth pussy with a limp dick and trackmarks. Luckily I kicked the habit and the wardrobe.

One thing I didn't kick that I picked up during that time is a love of atmospheric twang guitar and The Birthday Party. I was lucky enough to see Roland S. Howard (guitar and composer of the Boy's Next Door track above) play live in Copenhagen in '88 (on the same night I saw Alice Cooper). He was a skinny dude with a heavy soul and whammy bar.

Thanks for indulging me. (RIP Dec. 30, 2009)

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

August - Love, 1970.

Had my chakras realigned by Love Lost last night. Here's Arthur Lee and the boys setting fire to Copenhagen, live.

Return to Forever. Sorceress. 1976.

Every time I try to turn Jake on to some crazy, spaced out Jazz fusion supergroup, he rolls his eyes and says "this shit is a little too out there for me, bro." I get it. It is an acquired taste. Nerdy even. Texas Instruments math calculator shit.

But here's the deal dudes. Any musician that spends this much time mastering a spaced out jazz fusion tune such as the Sorceress, has surely touched dicks with some dark, nebulous shit while under the influence of some amazing jungle psilocybin.

Either that, or they're just nerds.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Monday, December 21, 2009

Santana. Live in Ghana. 1971

When my Dad was living on the Haight in the late 60's early 70's he used to see Santana play quite a bit. He always dug the band and Carlos' chops, but he never failed to mention the rough element that would show up at their shows. Lots of Hells Angels, gang bangers and speed freaks. Dudes that packed heat after dipping into a few too many tabs of blotter.

The tough crowd isn't much of a surprise considering how fucking badass these dudes were. I wouldn't be shocked if Carlos was stowing a boot knife for most of these shows.

Then again, he always had his axe.

Watch this clip of Waiting.

Consult a loved one and or psychiatrist.

Commence vision quest.

Note: This set features Neal Schon at age 17. He later went on to start a little band called Journey. Don't get any fucking ideas Whipps.

Cuby & The Blizzards, Live 1972.

If you can get by the dutch drug wookie 'fronting' this band (Harry Muskee - I'm not sure if that's his name or his genus & species), there's some pretty ample guitarwork by Meneer Eelco Gelling to be had.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Subway - Quicksilver Messenger Service, 1970.

Fave jam from one of the most underrated West Coast cranium diddlers.

Sickle Clowns - Pretty Things, 1971.

This jam from L'Olympia in France in 1971 made me a convert to the Pretty Things Mach II. It also made my man bush thick and unmanageable.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Robin Trower. Too Rolling Stoned. 1975

Nice fucking touch, Trower. If that guitar was a pussy it would be dripping like a civ.

Buddy Miles. Texas. 1969.

So, a couple of Buddy's decided to get together to scare the fuck out of some British fops. Dubbed as the "last great jam of the 60's" this set features the likes of Buddy Miles, Buddy Guy, Jack Bruce and Dick Heckstall-Smith. Later they were joined by the likes of Roland Kirk and Eric Clapton. There's a ton of footage of this jam lingering about the tubes. I encourage you to rest your balls gently on some of it.

Buddy Miles is from another planet. Planet FUCKTRON.

Buddy Guy is very much from this Earth. America to be specific. By way of Lettsworth, Louisiana. You can tell because he just went Nagasaki all over the the Queen's England. Suck it.

Eric Burdon and WAR-Spirit, Denmark, 1971

WAR fucking rocks.

Walk Away - James Gang, 1969.

Hey, Look we got us an actual masthead. All Hail 'The Gang'!

Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac - The Green Manalishi. 1970.

The LSD (superior) version of the band. I dig this following piece for an explanation of what happened to them:

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Pink Floyd. Atom Heart Mother. 1970

When I was 16, this oft-forgotten epic masterpiece was my soundtrack to watching grass grow. By the time I was a freshman in college I could knee slap the entire drum part, often adding my own fills. All while my brain was a puddle on the floor in front of me.

The Floyd thought this track was too pretentious. I consider it some of their finest work. It will be featured heavily in my memoirs.

Commence tracers 3-2-1...

Hurricane - Larry Collins & Joe Maphis, Olden times.

Check out the double-rednecks on the double-necked Mosrites. That little peckerwood grew up to write Delta Dawn.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Procol Harum. Repent Walpurgis. 1971.

I heard some PH on KQ92's A-Z today (Conquistador) and dug up this dark canticle. Nasty, all the way around.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

David Bowie, Moonage Daydream, 1973.

How you upstage Bowie at the height of his fuzzy and freaky Stardust days is beyond me. But holy-balls-bulging-out-of-my-glittered-jumper if ol' Mick Ronson doesn't give him a run for his money right here.

Freak out, space invader.

DFA 1979 - Live on Conan

death from above 1979

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Scott McKenzie - San Francisco 1992

Just think of all the acid currently sitting idle in this dude's spine. Still awesome.

Beck, Bogert & Appice. Superstition. 1973.

Here's a super group trio taking a crack at Stevie Wonder's Superstition. It makes my balls feel like their resting in a bowl of warm clam chowder.

Untitled Solo, Shawn Lane of Black Oak Arkansas, 1979.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Cactus. Parchman Farm-Live Audio. 1971.

If Carmine Appice had his way, Beck would have been slaying and Stewart would have been on vocals. Fate said otherwise though and instead they got some Detroit muscle in lead howler Rusty Day and Motown axe stalwart Jim McCarty. They burn through this blues ditty like only 'merican's can. Set phasers to boogie.

Sidenote. Day howls like a man who just ripped a line the size of a Burmese python. No surprise he was shot up dead by his former guitarist in a coke deal gone bad.