Sunday, 26 September 2010
We Did It 'Til We Were Unconcho
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She said she was a magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
'Camarillo Brillo'-Frank Zappa(DiscReet, 1973)>
Sunday, 5 September 2010
Michael Head: Daydream Keeper
'Somethin' Like You'-Michael Head & The Strands(Megaphone, 1998)>
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Border Lord
At 50p a pop, whats to lose?, and one track on one of the LP's i got, 'Border Lord', by Kris Kristofferson, has been a constant rotater since. The LP as a whole isn't that hot, seems sorta knocked up, which was apparently the case, recorded quick, maybe way too quick, on the road as Kristofferson was going stellar.
Something about the burnt edges of Border Lord and its frazzled chug rings with a pleasent beardy truth about where the guy is at that moment, all kinda numb & footloose. Hell, enough o' my yackin', take it Kristoff....
'Border Lord'-Kris Kristofferson(Monument, 1972)>
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Last night ride for Elvis
Above: Last photo 12.28am August 16 1977, entering Graceland.
Through tear-filled eyes I watch as you ride by,
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Pump me a few Mrs. Henry please
Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom
Please, Missus Henry, won't you
Take me to my room ?
I'm a good old boy
But I've been sniffin' too many eggs
Talkin' to too many people
Drinkin' too many kegs
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime.
Well, I'm groanin' in a hallway
Pretty soon I'll be mad
Please, Missus Henry, won't you
Take me to your dad ?
I can drink like a fish
I can crawl like a snake
I can bite like a turkey
I can slam like a drake
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime.
Now, don't crowd me, lady
Or I'll fill up your shoe
I'm a sweet bourbon daddy
And tonight I am blue
I'm a thousand years old
And I'm a generous bomb
I'm T-boned and punctured
But I'm known to be calm
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime.
Now, I'm startin' to drain
My stool's gonna squeak
If I walk too much farther
My crane's gonna leak
Look, Missus Henry
There's only so much I can do
Why don't you look my way
And pump me a few ?
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime
Please Mrs. Henry'- Bob Dylan & The Band (Columbia, 1975)
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Summer Without Sun
So i have chosen the smashing compliation "Joe Meek's Freakbeat: 30 Freakbeat, Mod and R&B Nuggets" off the shelf and plumbed straight for The Charles Kingsley Creation's oddball whirligig pop treat about being miserable in summer. According to the sleevenotes, brothers Charles & Kingsley Ward recorded this with Joe Meek three floors up on Holloway Road at the end of 1965 after leaving Dave Edmunds' Love Sculpture. It bombed on the charts, but the boys were inspired enough by Sir Meek to return to their native Monmouthshire to open Rockfield Studios, but i didn't need to know that, its just a great pop song. There is also a little press review clipping of the disc, which is both extensive & inciteful:
"Rather pleasant. Tinkling sort of beat ballad, with unusual instrumental sounds. Nice song".
Earned their paycheck back in the 60's those scribes.
'Summer Without Sun'- The Charles Kingsley Creation (Columbia, 1965)
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Heart Bleeder #2: Curtis
Curtis Mayfield is an absolute titan of song. If we lived in more future thinking times he'd have been sainted by now. I can't think of anyone who consistantly made so many outstanding records. For the lost & swoonsome he had a bucketful, and i'm going for this one off one of his best LP's with The Impressions 'The Young Mods Forgotten Story'.
"Nothing left for me but bitterness, frustration, lost relation, for my deceiving heart...."
And the harmonies tumble down like September leaves. Lordy me, what a sad song.
'My Deceiving Heart'- The Impressions (Capitol 5610, 1966)