It’s Mardi Gras Time. Let the Music Wash Your Soul.

Feb 7, 2016 | 463 Views | 2 Comments

Oh, take me on a journey to a place where I can lay my burden down, legalize my lows, and let the music wash my soul. In other words, "Take Me to the Mardi Gras." That's the name of a song written and recorded by Paul Simon for his 1973 "There Goes Rhymin' Simon" LP. Paul may not possess one drop of Cajun/Creole blood, but his love song to The Big Easy is as soulful to me as that of any N'awlins native. It's one of those songs that makes my heart ache with dreams of... Read More »

The Day the Music (and Joe Meek) Died

Feb 3, 2016 | 1375 Views | 3 Comments

Okay, this is a strange story, but yer blogger is a pretty spooky gal, and she'd feel remiss if she didn't pass on this ghoulish, but essential, piece of trivia regarding Buddy Holly's possibly avoidable death-by-aircraft on February 3, 1959. The tale begins with a man named Joe Meek, a British songwriter and record producer who pioneered the use of quirky production techniques - echo, reverb, sampling, multiple overdubbing - in recordings that he made in his home studio above a leather goods shop in London. He wrote and produced the Tornados' 1962 novelty hit "Telstar," which... Read More »

The Sex Pistols’ John Lydon: Rotten…or Realist?

Jan 31, 2016 | 1616 Views | 1 Comment

I am an anti-Christ, I am an anarchist. One of rock’s great original voices, John Lydon – aka Johnny Rotten of The Sex Pistols – screamed those words to the punks, the privileged, and the politicians of England in 1977. He emerged from some Frankenstein-like laboratory on this date in 1956. But was he really such a demon? One day in 1975, t-shirt designer and aspiring rock manager Bernard Rhodes spotted the orange-haired Lydon walking down London’s once-fashionable King’s Road, wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt that he had altered by ripping holes through the eyes of the... Read More »

Not to the Manor Born: Rock Stars in Stately Pleasure Domes

Jan 18, 2016 | 3095 Views | 3 Comments

"Deep in the psychedelic wood where a rock-n-roll martyr plays, you'll find the enchanted neighborhood of Brian Jones's drug-haze days. Brian the posh, Brian the posh! A randy little dandy - all fine, divine. He's Brian the posh, Brian the posh. A ritzy little glitzy old soul." I'd hate like hell to be sued by the Disney Empire for parodying their Winnie the Pooh tune, but what better way to introduce the tale of a Rolling Stone who spent his final days in the former domain of Pooh's creator, author A. A. Milne? Were British society highbrows appalled by the idea of a long-haired Read More »

I’m Just Wild About Harry

Jan 15, 2016 | 2966 Views | 0 Comments

Singer/songwriter Harry Nilsson died 22 years ago today at the age of 52. I couldn't let this anniversary pass without a short tribute to one of my most beloved artists. His first blip on the radar came when John Lennon and Paul McCartney both named him their favorite American artist during a 1968 press conference to announce the formation of Apple Corp. And who could fault their choice? Harry's voice was flawless and sublime. His writing addressed every conceivable human condition. Satire: "Good Old Desk"  (Did you notice the initials?  My old desk doesn't arabesque, in the morning... Read More »