Sunday, February 28, 2010

Skid Row. An Awful Lot of Woman.

Legend has it that Gary Moore bought Peter Green's Les Paul right before Green went off the deep end. That axe must be carrying some dark juju because this jam is about as unholy as they come. FUCK.......ME.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

War. Me and Baby Brother. 1974.

So tight, yet so loose. The hallmark of an amazing live band.

Every one of these bad motherfuckers could melt your face with their own chops, but instead they chose to come together to form a Voltron of funk so potent the seeds of thousands were prematurely popped on corduroy boot-cut-slacks nationwide.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Pacific Gas & Electric. Are you Ready? 1970.

A funky little ditty that has kept me moving all morning. Check out the riffage at 2:08. Not the most skilled face singeing slingin' in the world, but it still rips.

Budgie. Breadfan. '73!

Right up my alley parked next to my moss-covered bong.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Tangerine Dream. Fly and Collision of Comas Sola. 1971.

Too far. Too damn far.

Camel. Lunar Sea. The early 70's.

I was digging through the Rock section at Hymie's. Some longhair was standing next to me. I was in the G's and he was in the C's. He had a golf ball sized hickey on his neck. He poked me and said "Check out all these Camel records!" He had about eight of them. He checked out while I kept shopping. Before I left I scoped the C's. He left me a Camel album! Life can be pretty cool sometimes.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Mountain. Don't Look Around. 1970.

1970 is a beautiful vintage for face melting riffage. Take this jam for instance. Big, bold and sweaty. Like Leslie West's balls.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Iron Butterfly. Butterfly Bleu. 1971.

After punching the clock on a 16 hour day, the last thing I want to do is drag my hallucinating ass off to bed and suffer through another night of unbearable insomnia. Nope. I'm fixing a Jamison rocks and plugging this mountain of prog madness into 300 watts of bowel trembling vintage Klipsch stereo surround sound. Eat a dick cruel world.

Atomic Rooster. Devil's Answer. 1971.

It's 2:30 in the a.m. I'm getting up at the ass crack of dawn to finish writing up half-baked ideas for glorified mini vans. Fuck it. This is a band called Atomic Rooster. They pretty much kick serious dick.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Thin Lizzy featuring Cozy Powell. Back on the Streets.


Slade. Get down and get with it. 1971.

This motherfucker knows how to sing rock and roll. What a weird and groovy trip these dudes were on. Sign me up.

Evil Woman - Crow, 1969.

Pumping my fist for the baddest horn section in MPLS history and one of the baddest LP covers (this had to have been shot in the alley behind Pizza Luche.)

Monday, February 15, 2010

Iron Maiden - The Trooper

Understatment of the century:

Prince. Erotic City. 1984.

Whoaa, the Pandora's Box of Prince rehearsal footage was just released! Watch this shit quick before it gets yanked from the internetz. Amazing to see this group playing in such an intimate setting.

Kudos for the find @ghubacek.

Keep on Keepin On - Curtis Mayfield, 1972.

Sometimes it is the most subtle shit that can implode our minds, like the silence that accompanies a dense fog or the smell of a violet. Curtis Mayfield, while anything but reserved in his songwriting, delivered his message in a smooth reserved soulfull message that pack the punch of a neutron bomb stuffed pillow, Devastating and tender.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Amboy Dukes. Journey to the Center of the Mind. 1968.

Let's get one thing straight, I fucking detest the Nuge and the jingoistic deer stand he sits atop. That said, remembering this riffage just put a freeze on my male pattern dementia for a minute. 1968 huh? And this fucker claims he never did drugs? Interesting. More Motor City madness to the collection we've already fostered. I'll think of this while I'm writing Mommy ads for Chevy mini-vans.

Side note: The 1964 line-up of this group featured a bass player by the name of Dick Treat.

Carlos Santana. Europa. 1982.

I know I just ripped some Carlos a couple of weeks back, but this one is worth it. The really interesting thing about this particular recording is that Carlos could still actually melt faces in 1982, while his peers were either dead or wiping the rehab drool from their bloated jowls. Good on you Carlos, good on you.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

MC5-Ramblin' Rose. Wayne State University, Detroit.

I don't know where I'd rather be: getting lifted at the studio with Gail (there are fully inflated balloons seemingly hanging upside down which is a huge bonus) or with Wayne and the crew getting my earholes pummeled.

Grand Funk Railroad-Inside Looking Out, 1969.

I was going to ask how everyone felt about Mark, Don, and Mel. But I don't give a fuck, so suck it. Just try not to assume eyes-closed-lower-lip-bit air destruction. It's impossible. I'm on drums.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Donna Lee - Joe Pass & Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen, 1979.

A great run from a pre-100-Percent-Natural-Good-Time-Family-Band-Solution Tobias Funke and friend. This one's for you, Lancaster. Whoever Donna Lee was, we know one thing about her from this song, she must have been fast and enjoyed a good fingering.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

John Fahey. Red Pony. 1969.

Mike and I were having a little dialog about old-growth beards and Fahey's name came up. Totally forgot I had this one in the hopper. Fahey in 1969, pre-face vagina.

Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow--Kill the King. Olympiahalle, München, 20 Oktober 1977

I think it's about high time the rainbow regains cultural relevance as the Jeweled Necklace of the Great Mother Ishtar.

Aphrodite's Child. End of the World. 1969.

After this I don't know if I want to impregnate the love of my life, or walk through the jungle on a month long frog licking mission. I just got blown to pieces and put back together again in 4 minutes flat.

That's adult contemporary elevator maestro and bladerunner Vangelis on keys.

Head check...yep still there.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Ramsey Lewis Trio. Hang on Sloopy. 1973.

Face Melting riffage isn't always about blistering guitar theatrics, or god of thunder drums. Sometimes getting in a mellow, groovy mood can split your skull.

Chicago Transit Authority. I'm a Man. 1970.

Ask Jake, I can't stand Chicago. This jam is a fucking doozy though. I'm wearing headphones and playing air drums in all of my meetings today.

Shin Kicker - Rory Gallagher, 1979.

Listening to nothing but Rory for the rest of the week. There's no better way to kick it off than with this.