Mike Nipper's post reminded me of this clip of David Lee Roth, completely high as shit at the US Festival in 1983. I don't wanna telegraph what happens here, but this music-free clip concludes with Diamond Dave drinking whiskey with an unlikely guest and taking a potshot at one of the most famous English punk rock bands of all time.
I kinda got stuck in a YouHole™ this morning, sussing out live Van Halen bits, at this point I can't remember why. I did, thankfully, find a real good clip that might be overdubbed? Maybe? Who cares, it smokes!
I had a real thing, a slight obsession, for Van Halen when I was a tweener. I'm still kinda angry my folks wouldn't let me go see 'em. I'm still not sure why they didn't let me go, I was certainly old enough, just not old enough to drive; they also refused to take me to see Elvis, but that's a different post (sigh). Now I'll prolly spend the rest of my day listening to the Warner Brothers demo set.
by Dave Segal
on Thu, Apr 18, 2013 at 8:33 AM
Think all of the great, obscure music's been mined by now? Think again.
We’re still excavating gems from countries not traditionally known as musical powerhouses (expect revelatory unearthings of music from the Madagascar psych-rock and Lichtenstein power-electronics scenes in the next five years). Another case in point is the imminent release of Romanian weirdos Rodion G.A.’s The Lost Tapes via Strut Records, in conjunction with Future Nuggets and Ambassador’s Reception. Synthesist/songwriter Rodion Ladislau Roșca cut some amazing tracks from the mid ’70s through the ’80s with bandmates Gicu Fărcaș and Adrian Căpraru. The 10 songs gathered here traverse oddball synth pop, baroque European prog, spacey funk rock, and neo-classical composition. Rodion G.A. were off in their own world, probably charming the hell out of very few people and baffling many more. Now with our sophisticated ears primed for anything and everything, Rodion G.A. should get a more welcome reception than they did during Ceausescu's reign.
As with a lot of music from Central and Eastern Europe during those years, there’s something that seems just a bit off to ears accustomed to the output of Anglo-American musicians, and that offness is often what most rivets us.
Read more about Rodion G.A.'s peculiar history on Strut’s site. Look for The Lost Tapes on May 28.
The teenaged Beastie Boys as a hardcore band was really fucking crappy, even by crappy hardcore "standards." Still, LOOK AT 'EM; they look like BABIES! Right, the Butthole Surfer bit starts at 10:54, skip ahead it's fucking great; those weirdos sure liked to get weird. "If you're nice to Gibby, he'll show you his moles."
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 8:42 AM
How high is your frustration tolerance, long-suffering MBV fan, from waiting for the follow-up to 1991's Loveless? This tumblr will keep you abreast of breaking news on that front. Just keep refreshing, chump champ.
Watch a 17-year old James Todd Smith rock Colby College in Waterville, ME, with his DJ Cut Creator; this was 1985, the same year as his scene-stealing appearance in Krush Groove, the same year of his platinum smash debut Radio. As LL raps, struts, beatboxes and speils, the crowd seems mostly unsure of what the hell is happening.
27 years later, many rap shows are just like this.
Records from the collection of late, legendary hiphop producer J Dilla (James DeWitt Yancey) can be found on eBay. Dilla's mother, Maureen "Ma Dukes" Yancey, is planning to sell the vinyl in weekly auctions. You can bid on the goods here. Read the small-print details of the sale and watch ?uestlove's video tribute to J after the jump.
by Dave Segal
on Fri, Jan 11, 2013 at 5:06 PM
Good news for fans of David Grubbs' smart Louisville, Kentucky punk group Squirrel Bait: Drag City just reissued 1985's self-titled EP and 1987's Skag Heaven full-length. For about a week in 1985, I punched the sky with impunity to "Sun God", one of the greatest anthems of the '80s. Squirrel Bait also represented the last time Peter Searcy was interesting.
Yesterday Mr. Segal asked "What’s the greatest rock song by an Australian band?" His answer, obviously, was Coloured Balls' "That’s What Mama Said." I LOVE that song!! However, it's a tough call to pick the BEST Oz rock track, but I'm gonna TRY - my pick is Zoot's heavy sike jam "Strange Things." It's a bit of spring, 1968 released in 1970.
I'm sure the video meant something, back then. It is still kinda cool for being weird and goofy; however, it is very much of that time. That said, I like Vega's early solo work, even overshadowed by Suicide as it was he could shine!
Sorry for the late pass (a really, REALLY late pass, as this old-as-the-hills urban myth has been going around since the 60's)... But do know about the koo-koo conspiracy theories that Paul McCartney is dead, and has been that way for a long time?!?
Some friends and I went into an hours long K-hole last night, of looking at photographs and conspiracy videos of Paul vs. Fake Paul, aka "Faul." It is really weird that his eye color seems to have changed. And his height. And his face shape. And now, even though he's 70 years old, his face sags so unnaturally...
It's a ridiculous (but fun) debate—and all the recorded backward messages are deliciously creepy...
h/t to Emily from Stickers! (and damn you for turning me on to this!)
by Dave Segal
on Wed, Nov 21, 2012 at 11:56 AM
Innovative guitarist Helios Creed, of the most excellent avant-rock band Chrome, is asking fans to help fund the release of archival recordings he and fellow Chrome member Damon Edge laid down around the time they were cutting the classic albums Half Machine Lip Moves and Red Exposure (1979-1980).
Read all about this long-lost music and how you can pledge to the cause (there are 56 days left in the campaign) here.
by Dave Segal
on Wed, Nov 14, 2012 at 11:39 AM
Flavorwire.com catalogs 15 scathing reviews of albums that went on to be widely worshiped. It’s amusing to read so much wrongheaded (and sometimes rightheaded) vitriol about sacred cows. Making an appearance at #13 is ex-Stranger music intern Jason Josephes and his comprehensive putdown of Belle & Sebastian’s The Boy With the Arab Strap. Rolling Stone in particular had a knack for opining on the wrong side of history; witness the stupid, stupid slam of Brian Eno’s Here Come the Warm Jets. In conclusion: Fuck music critics (oh, wait…).
by Dave Segal
on Sat, Nov 10, 2012 at 11:08 AM
In conjunction with Emerald City Soul Club's Rare Soul Weekender, the Big Dig record swap happens at Vermillion today, 1 pm-3 pm for early admission ($10), 3 pm-8 pm for regular admission ($3). There’ll be dealers from Seattle, Portland, Detroit, LA, and other places, and drinks and DJs will also be on the premises. Don’t forget to wear your hygienic, crate-digging gloves and surgical mask. It’s going to be a long, dusty afternoon/evening.
Boast about your scores in comments, playa.
Sandy Bull – Demolition Derby Curtis Mayfield – Sweet Exorcist Alice Coltrane – Radha Krsna Brian Eno – On Land Tony Joe White – Tony Joe Tangerine Dream – Rubycon Barrabas – Wild Safari Jimmy Castor Bunch – Phase Two Nucleus – Snakehips Etcetera Annette Peacock – X-Dreams George Duke – The Aura Will Prevail Various – Cinemaphonic: Electro Soul Harold Budd – The Serpent (In Quicksilver) The Sons of Champlin – Loosen Up Naturally
I'm not sure if Chevy Chase's 1980 failed attempt at making a funny album, Chevy Chase, is very well known. If it is unknown you'll know why, REAL quick like, if you can sit through his (ahem) parody of "Rappers Delight." Ugh.
I sat through the entire song, and most of the other tracks on this record, so I can honestly say this is perhaps one of the worst records I've ever heard. Of course, most comedic/novelty records suck hella balls, but sometimes the extreme ridiculousness works at least once, but Chevy Chase ain't funny... it mostly doesn't make sense, THERE ARE NO JOKES! I hope some A&R jack ass was fired over this.
Suggestions that a Nirvana musical could be in the works—masterminded by Love's sometime co-manager, Sam Lufti, and going ahead with her blessing—have led the singer-actress to come out swinging. "There will be no musical," she told the Observer. "Sometimes it's best just to leave things alone."
For once, a rational decision?! Now watch Mark E. Smith do a Courtney Love impersonation, back in 1994, at the 10:44 mark. He also calls Nirvana "tramps" and, if I'm not mistaken, says "grunge is from Cleveland, Ohio."
Supremely successful hiphop producer Just Blaze (Jay-Z, Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar, etc.) goes into depth about his vast record collection and how certain dope tracks have surfaced in his productions and how he thought he had his vinyl addiction under control but it returned with a vengeance and how he wishes he had the Can album with "Vitamin C" on it but he can't remember the name of it (Ege Bamyasi; it's been reissued a bunch of times, Mr. Blaze) and other topics related to the obsessive accumulation of recorded music in analog form. It's part of Fuse's Crate Diggers series of videos, which I now must watch until I can't watch anymore. (Also, props to Just for hyping Stark Reality.)