Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Rock And Roll And Fumbling Toward Ecstasy

I am a music collector, a discover of the lost 45 or CD album.  I have been keeping busy playing in bands and doing other things but I have been around looking at comments, approving the legit ones and deleting the Blogger spam ads as well.

I am good at finding the lost songs of yesterday but what I am not good at is relationships.  For the past two months I have been seeing somebody, first time that has happened since my breakup five years ago and even while considering the pros and cons of dating decided to go for it.  She's a great woman, a even better singer and the music that we make together on stage is pure magic.  But then again when it comes to the word dating, that's another matter.  We stumble around, like a bull in a china shop, not knowing if we're doing something right or wrong.   On the plus side I have lost 20 pounds, but on the other side the longer you are with somebody the more they reveal their less attractive side, their fears, the panic attacks and then simply canceling the whole date.

Dating when you're over 50 is a chore upon itself.  By now most single people are grandparents or still having them live at home, it's rare when you come across somebody who has no children.  After my breakup, I swore never to date again unless it was a rare occasion.  If they had a deep record collection or even a musician that would work wonders.   This did come out of the blue, after going to see her and her band play and she mentioned about why I never asked her out for a date, which caught me off guard and sent flattering feelings of infatuation love my way. Common sense would have told me, if she said that today I would have replied I love to but you're not ready.

There's a fine line between friends and dating.  When you're friends you can share good jokes, a good song to sing and plenty to talk about, when you start dating, conversation becomes ragged as you struggled to find something to say, you don't know if you should cuddle or get close without being told to get back to your side of the couch, even holding hands becomes a chore.  It shouldn't but we tried to struggle to impress one another we lose sight of our real selves and become somebody that we are not used to being, somebody that not ourselves.  Then there's intimacy, to which emotions take over and next thing you know, you have crossed the line to which you never return.  But that was never my intention in the first place, I was never into one nighters but rather a gradual intent to get to know the person more as each day goes on and grow together in the journey of life.  I still believe I have found the right person to continue this journey of life but at the moment  she has too many things going on in her life.  She's a independent person, a very militant sort of person and while I was surprised that she showed interest in me to do a date, she still remains attached to a special person who left the world a couple years ago.  We have a special sort of connection when things are right, and being a special sort of friend is about as good as it gets.   I can live with that.

Going to Madison last weekend finally helped me clear my head on this and where the future between me and her will be.  But as I noticed couples going to pawnshop or Menards, some were holding hands,  some were bickering and most just looked lost, it was a reminder that coming and going in my own way all these years wasn't so bad after all.  The only thing I can do right now is simply let her do her own thing, and get her businesses straighten up.  The last couple times we jammed together was like the same as it ever was before, she would hang around a while, we talked and I let her go mingle with the crowd, after all she is working when she's playing.  And then get a goodnight hug before going home.  The logic remains if there's any connection of love on this, and once things settle down there's a chance of another date.   She's always talked about how Johnny Cash and June Carter got together and wouldn't be nice to have that sort of thing happening and it still could happen.  But I do know that she's not ready and that being good friends with her  is better than being bitter when it all falls apart and hating one another when things don't work out.  And I love her too much for that to ever happen.  And she still remains  my favorite singer in town too.

To be continued......

Monday, June 19, 2017

WNBR Madison Notes

The 8th annual Madison World Naked Bike Ride is now in the history books.  It started out cloudy but once the sun came out I got burnt to a crisp riding the 12 mile bike route through Madison and the usual twice around the Capitol. I'm guessing the turn out was slightly less than the 160 bikers that was with us last year.  It was also the first time I rode a bike since last year's WNBR.  But on sight there was about 40 people that returned, including the crazy skating woman and the other one, I'm terrible with names but if you google WNBR Madison, you would see her face.  But for the most part guys outnumber the girls about 2 to 1.

On the plus side, I didn't cramp up.  Last year, my downfall was doing a 10 mile bike ride before the main event.  While I went full frontal last year, I opted for having silk boxers and a floppy hat.  While there was reports of people getting offended when some of the bikers shouted out "join us and go naked" but the only thing I saw was some girl covering her eyes and looking downward on her bike as everybody passed on by.   Like last year, the meeting place was the UW parking lot and the staging place the co operate house near the hotel that I stayed at.  Elijan, who was one of the folks living there said that anybody can live there for 515 dollars a month. You get room and board, all things paid, and it's like living in a commute. If I was younger I would considered moving there.

Once again plenty of road construction everywhere and the road that had The Graduate Hotel was tore up.  For 183 dollars a night, I decided to park the car there. There's not too many parking spots down in the basement and I didn't care about parking a block away. I think I stayed at the same room last year, room 202.  But any hotel in downtown Madison is going to pricey, but The Graduate is two blocks from the staging area.  Perfect place to hang out.

I have to say that giving up TV has been the best thing for me.  I tried my best to watch something but ended up watching old Gomer Pyle reruns and Turner Classic Movies.  The Big Pharma monopoly of drug commercials is epidemic, 8 out of 10 spots were drug related, for your pets and for your limp dick.  I never thought I've seen TV go this far down the shitter.  You get tired of it, I know I do, thank the Cialis and Viagra stiff necks for forever keeping the TV off over here. Don't need it anymore.

Once the bike ride was done, I stayed around looking bored for about 15 minutes and then made my way back to the hotel, took a nap, then tried a Five Guys Cheeseburger (overrated), then rented a bike to do another 15 miles ride.  The change chasers all over the place.  I don't think I ever seen so many beggers on State Street shaking their cups and asking for spare change.  Plenty of people sleeping on the side walks and in front of closed businesses   And there was a few musicians playing for change as well, one woman was playing her violin for a good eight hours Saturday.  That's dedication. But there was a great Chinese place upstairs across the street from a convenience store, and they were real Chinese food all the way down to the chopsticks at hand.  For Saturday, I managed to do plenty of walking up and down State Street all the way to the hotel by Lake Monona to which a massive sinkhole started after all the heavy rain Friday Night.  Of course on the Terrance, plenty of people getting married and taking plenty of photos, even had a couple dancing on M L King Street in front of the capitol and then somebody rented the Orpheum  Theater for their own wedding reception. Good luck to them.

The bargains this time out was pretty good for 45s, but there were a few museum 45s as well. One was King Crimson's In The Court Of The Crimson King (Part 1 and 2) to which I would have loved to hear how Atlantic chopped that 9 and half minute song into a 4 and half minute edited 45, but that sold for 25 dollars.  The other was Frank Zappa Tell Me You Love Me on Bizarre for 40 dollars (a steal) and they were sold at the new location of Mad City Music Exchange which moved from Williamson Street to Atwood Drive close to the Majestic theater.  While the new location is more roomy than the old place, I like the old location due to its closeness to Lake Monona.  Despite the high prices of both 45s, both were gone the next day I return back there.  While I didn't get those two museum pieces, I did managed to find 10 other 45s of more sentimental value, including Crow's Something In Your Blood, which I have been searching for, for many many years.  I will have to compile that later for a Singles Going Steady blog. I did also find some decent CDs too.   Pawn America was a bust, either they are remodeling or ready to close up shop.  They finally threw out the crappy CDs that they couldn't sell.   Strange when they opened up, I found 100 cds in the first three years.  Now they simply don't sell CDs.  Even Half Priced Books East Side chopped their CD bins in half.   Ain't gonna be much for CDs anymore.  LPs, I didn't find anything and although I did find a good copy of Black Oak Arkansas' Keep The Faith, I forgot all about it while 45 crate digging and left it behind.  When I realized what I've done, Mad City was closed.

The way it goes.

Gas prices averaged 2.17 a gallon.  Most of Verona road going out of Madison still had road construction but over all it wasn't that bad getting through it.   On the west side of Madison, Copps closed their grocery store, so the only thing around was Big Lots and they didn't have shit either.  They're becoming a disappointment.  

So that's the WNBR Madison 2017 story in a nutshell. People riding nude and not much came from it.  Nothing to see.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Kyle Bookholz

Kyle Bookholz was part of the folks that made up the Besides it's a B Side Facebook site and even I got bounced from that site we remained friends.  He had a deep musical knowledge and we both shared a love of nostalgia and old baseball parks.  He died Tuesday from cancer.  He will be missed.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Robert Christgau On The New Chuck Berry Album

Chuck Berry: The Definitive Collection (Geffen/Chess) I hope a few young folks out there are aware that the inventor of rock and roll made his bones with six genre- and generation-defining '50s hits: "Maybellene," "Roll Over Beethoven," "School Day," "Rock and Roll Music," "Sweet Little Sixteen," and "Johnny B. Goode." I also hope they'll believe that he later wrote three equally titanic songs: "Almost Grown" and "You Never Can Tell," in which his patented American teenager goes out on his own and gets married, and the sub rosa celebration of the Freedom Rides "Promised Land." And I hope they won't be surprised to learn that those nine titles are only the cream of a 10-buck, 30-tracks-in-75-minutes collection whose most dubious selection both the Kinks and the Rolling Stones thought choice enough to cover. ("Beautiful Delilah," to be precise—I've come around on Berry's sole #1, the naughty 1972 sing-along "My Ding-a-Ling.") Bo Diddley excepted, Berry was the most spectacular guitarist of the rock and roll era, and every '60s band learned his licks. His bassist-producer was the capo of Chicago blues, his pianist entered the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on his own recognizance, and his drummers were huge. Yet though the size of his sound was unprecedented, the penetrating lightness of his unslurred vocals was as boyish as the young Eminem's because the crystalline words meant even more than the irresistible music. In the hall of mirrors that is Chuck Berry's catalogue, this is where to get oriented. But be forewarned that there's also a 71-track three-CD box that slightly overplays his blues pretensions and Nat King Cole dreams, and that this one could tempt a person to covet that consumable too. I dare you to find out. A PLUS

Chuck Berry: Chuck (Dualtone) In the first 89 years of his life, Chuck Berry recorded two full-length albums worthy of the name, neither currently available for under a C-note although one is set for reissue: 1964's St. Louis to Liverpool, three comeback classics plus seven keepers that include the atypically companionable "You Two" and the atypically familial "Little Marie" as well as two atypically engaging instrumentals. The other is the 1979 groove album Rockit, sharpened by two back-end songs skewering the racist society he'd striven so audaciously to integrate and enlighten. That was his last record for 38 years, when he generated this de facto farewell, which stands as both a summation he put his all into and a little something he might have followed up if he hadn't up and died at 90. Mischievous and horny and locked in, he plays undiminished guitar as a few subtle guest shots add texture. His timbre has deepened—on the recitative "Dutchman," he's a relaxed near-bass. But he's hale vocally and acute verbally on eight well-crafted new ones and two savvy covers that indicate he's learned a few things—the warm songs to the long-suffering wife he married in 1948 and the progeny who chime in like they've earned it have the kind of detail he always reserved for his fictions, musical and otherwise. I've never stopped loving Chuck Berry as an artist, but it's been a while since I thought the old reprobate was anything but a fucked up human being. This miracle gives me second thoughts. A MINUS

Steve Earle: So You Wannabe an Outlaw (Warner Bros.) He's tried the outlaw thing, and on his best album in 15 years sets out to tell the world why it ain't all that. Your buddies on those roughneck temp gigs always head elsewhere. When the news from home is bad, and it will be, there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Hitchhiking is so over a fella could write a keeper about it. And to sum up: "Everybody reckons that they want to be free / Nobody wants to be alone." A guy who's been married seven times is more likely to know nothing about women than everything. But from "Comes to love fallin' is the easy part" to "You can't pretend / The line between a secret and a lie ain't razor thin," he gets a keeper out of that too. While I surely do agree that in love a secret and a lie are the same thing, I hope it will interest him to be told that the secret of not being alone is to let yourself keep falling—for the same one. A MINUS 

Monday, May 22, 2017

Week In Review: Final Edition?

Houby Days came and went and the crappy weather pretty much took away the outdoors stage so the only bands that did play were on the band stage next to Aces And Eights.  The weather has sucked, five days of rain, five days of cloudy weather and five days of March weather in May.   And it continues to rain.  Maybe we won't have a summer.

BMG continues the glorious task of reissuing Emerson Lake And Palmer albums, this time out if you haven't already gotten them, you can get Works Vol 1 and 2 and their all time classic Love Beach.

I guess the love affair with Record World has died.  Blogspot reported after a long streak of 100 plus views we haven't gotten out of 38 to 40 range of total views.  Over the weekend, I had 41 views and yesterday 29 folks from around the world came to read anything.  The Blogspot all time most read blogs is a joke, I still have only 9 of 10 blogs posted.  I'm still over 7,000 views of the month but I can bet you next month we won't clear 1000.  Somehow the Bruce Stanley memorial has fallen out of the top 9.   Last weekend, his mom joined him in the great beyond.  She finally succumbed from demteria.  I think she was 95.

Passings; Roger Moore, the best known and longest lasting of the James Bond players, passed away Monday, he was 89 and lived a long good life.Till cancer claimed him...Wendell Goodman, Wanda Jackson's husband of 50 plus years and her manager as well died suddenly on Sunday Night after a show.  He was 81...Jimmy Lafaye, beloved singer songwriter on the Austin Music scene passed away from cancer on Sunday, he was 61.

The days of 100 plus views are done, I haven't gotten out of 50 views  according to the Blogspot tracker, which doesn't work very well.  I suspect those are the actual views.

On that note: Record World will be on hiatus for a while. I'll be busy working on music projects and seeing where the road leads.  From time to time if something of note comes up it will be posted. But I  have finally gotten bored with the music news and views, after 15 years of  blogging, we all know this come to be.

Goodbye doesn't mean forever.

(the love affair had ended is about Record World the blog, it has been a labor of love, that's all)

Records from my youth:  Dave Clark Five-Glad All Over (Epic 1964)

It's hard to believe when you listen to them nowadays is hard to believe they were next to the Beatles in records sold and while they could generate some hard rocking hits, their albums were spotty and sometimes cringeworthy such as the fucking awful Doo Dah and really bad Beatles rip offs (She's All Mine and No Time To Lose which Dave Clark apes Twist And Shout).  Certainly  Dave Clark knew he was nowhere near the caliber of Lennon/McCartney and his shrewd businesslike mannerisms made it clear he was in it for the money more than the music, which the rest of the band suffered greatly.  Nevertheless, the one element that made The DC5 worthy was he had Mike Smith as vocalist, Smith may have been the most grittiest of all British singers and he could have done well doing blues and soul covers, in fact Do You Love Me is more punk garage than Contours Motown and that might be one of the original punk rock numbers much to Dave Clark's chagrin.  The instrumentals are filler, Chaquita is Tequila and Time is Lenny Davidson going for a passable jazz but you won't remember it.  And they managed to turn Stay into a fucking trainwreck with the oofs and Ahs, which hardly a effort to make it more just another filler song.  However, this album is saved by four numbers of note, Do You Love Me, Bits And Pieces and Glad All Over, with the call and response that while inferior to The Beatles is actually one of their best all time two songs, and the 1:53 throwaway I Know You which I still love to hear (although Clark found it not worth to include on that 50 Greatest Hits limited edition 2 Fer that Hollywood Records issued for a couple years and is hard to find).  So does four good to great songs make this album worth hearing over the 7 shitty to so so to subpar numbers that are on this album?  There will be defenders of the DC 5 and their recording output but in reality these 7 shitty to subpar songs don't stand up.  And there are debates on if Dave Clark played drums on this (legend has it Bobby Graham who was the British Hal Blaine of drums who played on a lot of better known songs, You Really Got Me by The Kinks etc) but I'm guessing it's Clark's sloppy drumming on the ending of Bits And Pieces.   I actually found a copy of this LP in fairly good condition (usually Dave Clark albums, the grooves have worn off from so much playing, even on the crappy Doo Dah) and upon hearing it, the mono mastering was terrible, distorted and drenched in compression and echo.  But it does capture the excitement of the DC 5 in it's glory, the hits do jump at you.  But in the end, the DC5 was very limited by their manager/leader who really hasn't bothered to reissue his music outside of the better known hits and perhaps he had the right idea. I don't deny the DC 5 had good musicians, their leader was simply a tyrant.  And The Beatles were the better and most lasting of the two bands.
Grade B-

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Week In Review: Chris Cornell RIP

I just woke up and looked at the news feed that Chris Cornell, lead singer for Soundgarden and Audioslave passed away last night at age 52.

It was revealed that Cornell, hanged himself last night after the concert.  Thoughts and prayers to his family.

Houby Days are coming this week, where many bands and musicians will be taking part. The big story around here is that The Acousta Kitties are no longer, Cathy Hart wanting to do more time away from the gig grind, but she is working on a new music project.  The Acousta Kitties had been a big part of my acoustic guitar gigs and I'll miss them.  In the meantime, Julie And The Mad Dogs return next week to Rumors.

Mandy Mamiman has departed from Wishbone Ash after being with them for over a decade and Mark Abrahams has taken his place.

As you may have noticed I haven't done much posting although there continues to be rock and roll news.  Basically, I have been doing other things and while the ratings have been pretty good, I have been simply burned out.  I think this month might be the most lackluster of all months. The bare bones of music news and even Chris Cornell's suicide hasn't gotten me to post.

I haven't gone away, I'm still buying music and such.  I am just  living life. In real time.

Like you should do.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Townedger Radio Part 30-The Final Installment

Townedger Radio 30-The Final Show Playlist 5/17/17
Broadcast on Lucky Star Radio

Promised Land-Elvis Presley
Sweet Little Lisa-Dave Edmunds
You Better Think Twice-Poco
Rock And Roll-Bo Diddley
Close To The Borderline-Billy Joel
Everybody Went Low-John Hiatt
C'mon And Swim (Part 1)-Bobby Freeman
Ring A Ling-Johnny Otis Show
Love Me Like Crazy-Doc Starkes
Bottle Of Wine-The Fireballs
Love's Made A Fool Of You-Bobby Fuller Four
That's What Life Is All About-Paul Collins Beat
The Living End-The Tearaways
Syllables-Drivin And Cryin
Shame On You-Neal Ford And The Fanatics
I Ain't The One-The Angels (Angel City)
Walking Contradiction-Green Day
Now And Always-Rockpile
Earache My Eye-Cheech And Chong
Up In Smoke (reprise)-Cheech And Chong