Something 4 The Weekend # 58
Labels: Buddy Miles, Jimi Hendrix, mp3, music, RIP, Something 4 The Weekend
"Information is not knowledge."
Labels: Buddy Miles, Jimi Hendrix, mp3, music, RIP, Something 4 The Weekend
Labels: geekery, Movies, Netflix Notes, The Lone Gunmen, X-Files
So, what I learned over at YouTube is that there aren't very many decent Vampire Weekend videos...In fact, this is the best of the bunch, which mostly include shaky gig footage of "Mansard Roof" from various shows...
The other thing I learned is that the band sounds a bit thin and uncertain in the live environment, which I guess I chalk up to being youngish and new. Still an excellent album, though.
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: music, Sideways Maneuver, Vampire Weekend, video, YouTube
Labels: celebrities, Entertainment Weekly, geekery, Movies, Netflix Notes
Labels: mp3, music, Something 4 The Weekend, Vampire Weekend
This is the late, great Mitch Hedberg, doing a tasty 5 minutes on The Late Show with David Letterman. I believe my first exposure to Hedberg was thanks to Letterman.
The thing I liked most about Mitch, is the fact that he suffered from an almost debilitating stage fright, and yet he battled through it the best he could...The drugs certainly figured into it, but it takes a very certain bravery to tell jokes in front of a live audience, nevermind national network television. A bravery beyond cocaine.
Look at his shaky hand. Imagine the fear behind those shades.
We miss you, Mitch.
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: humor, Letterman, Mitch Hedberg, Sideways Maneuver, TV, video, YouTube
This is the late, great Townes Van Zandt, performing the first song he ever wrote, "Waitin' Around To Die"...For many TVZ fans, this is their favorite song of his...Me too, depending on my mood...Sometimes "To Live Is To Fly" is my favorite of his...Here's Guy Clark and his version of the song, cuz as good a performer as TVZ was, other artists have tended to have better commercial success with his songs.
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: Guy Clark, music, Sideways Maneuver, Townes Van Zandt, video, YouTube
Back in the mid-'80's, I sang and played things in an Art Punk band called Mumniti.
In the early days we did a few cover tunes, as most young bands are wont to do...One of those tunes was "Waitin' For The Man" by The Velvet Underground. We played the song slower and heavier than the original, but damn if I didn't sing it off legit, doing the best Lou Reed imitation that I could muster. In hindsight, I regret taking the way-too-easy way out...I regret only slightly less, playing a harmonica through a distortion pedal and a Marshall amp on this song, but only slightly less...
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: music, Sideways Maneuver, Velvet Underground, video, YouTube
Labels: Blather, celebrities, Hot Poop Filler, Miley Cyrus
This current "trend", if it really is one, will be dead by summer...No, it will be dead by April. People are fucking cattle, for the most part, and as soon as this hype wears down, most will return to being cleanshaven bores afraid to cut against the grain, so to speak. To them, I say "good riddance" because they're just not cool enough to rock out with their beard out to begin with.
Oh, and my own theory as to why the beard has become popular as of late? I believe we're trying to identify with the "enemy", which right now is fundamentalist Muslims. Yeah, chew on THAT for awhile!
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: beards, beefcake, Blather, celebrities, comic stripping, Conan O'Brien, Letterman, LOST, Perpetual Teen
Since SONY owns the bulk of Johnny Cash's back catalog, it's no surprise that there doesn't seem to be any videos of The Man In Black performing "Cocaine Blues" on YouTube...Of course, I didn't get very far in my search when stuff like this turned up...
Jr. Johnny Cash doing a chunk of the self-same song, and dontcha know, drug-fueled psychopathy begins at home...And hey, it sounds like dad took a toot himself, off-camera.
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: Johnny Cash, Sideways Maneuver, video, YouTube
Townes Van Zandt didn't die of a drug overdose, though he did battle alcoholism most of his adult life. Instead, he died of a blood clot in one of his lungs following hip surgery. He was 53.
Townes Van Zandt: Live At The Old Quarter: "Cocaine Blues" [mp3]
You probably see where this is going. Hedberg. Speedballs. Cocaine. Heroin.
The Velvet Underground: The Velvet Underground & Nico: "Heroin" [mp3]
VU's guitarist, Sterling Morrison, died of Lymphoma in 1995.
Despite a deep and dark history of drug abuse, Lou Reed is still with us, as is John Cale and Mo Tucker.
So, anyways, I don't really intend that this S4TW be some sort of downer. Mitch Hedberg was a damn funny guy, Townes Van Zandt was a damn fine songwriter and a damn compelling performer, and The Velvet Underground were a damn excellent band.
Three damn fine lumpen for the price of one.
Hotcha Damn! Hank
Labels: album covers, humor, Mitch Hedberg, mp3, music, Something 4 The Weekend, Townes Van Zandt, Velvet Underground
Here's Gail and Dale from The Lawrence Welk Show, singing that stoner nugget from Brewer & Shipley, "One Toke Over The Line". And hey, it would appear Myron Floren maybe had one too many tokes himself before introducing the duo...
I saw this featured over at Boing Boing, so credit where credit is due. Thanks, BB!
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: Lawrence Welk, marijuana, music, Sideways Maneuver, video, YouTube
I'm going to assume that TVAM was/is a British chat show, but there's no doubt in my mind that this particular segment dates from 1985 or thereabout, because ya got Thomas Dolby sitting there next to Downtown Julie Brown, before she made her way stateside to MTV...Bust mostly because the song "Change" was released in 1985.
Anyways, this video features Ron and Russell Mael, the two-headed genius behind the band SPARKS, and their appearance on TVAM...Wherein they share their music video for the song "Change"...Made for 50 pence, according to Ron, because they blew their 500k £ advance to record the song itself. Enjoy!
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: music, Sideways Maneuver, Sparks, video, YouTube
Humility was apparently a big concern in my family, because growing up there were two sayings I used to hear more than any other.
"Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back."
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"You think your shit doesn't stink, but your farts give you away."
[insert clever segue here]
The above advertisement was found in Issue 87 of BPM magazine, a magazine dedicated to "music, tech, nightlife and style" according to their subtitle. According to me, the magazine's main interest is style, because this is a mag about electronica music, club culture, and the hipster kids who indulge in in those things, and like most other "scenes", it always seemed to me that fashion/style and one's "rep" or "cred" within any given scene trumps all else. We wear the appropriate fashions, we use the oft-inclusive vocabularies, we dance/react to the chosen music in the approved manner (headbanging, breakdancing, etc), and we glorify our own scene while typically ridiculing all other scenes.
If we don't abide by the uniforms and rituals of our chosen scene, we risk being ostracized by the group (or never gain admittance in the first place). At best, our reputation within the group suffers.
Apparently, within the club culture, making a stink when one makes stinky can damage one's reputation...
I kid, I kid. For all I know this advert also ran in The Source and Kerrang.
(They still publish Kerrang, don't they?)
Anyways, I didn't start this post to rank on club kids and their lifestyle, but rather to simply point out that this is apparently where we now are as a species. Natural bodily functions are now so grotesque to many of us that even the faintest whiff of them (literally) is unacceptable.
This saddens me. It also makes me laugh.
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: cheesecake, Chicks, Creem, Linda Ronstadt
Now, I don't necessarily want to get too sentimental, too maudlin about this, and lord knows you don't really want or need more of my navel-gazing, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say that Grace Slick's left tit changed my life.
I was 9 years old when this particular issue of CREEM hits the newstands, and I dunno if this is hard to believe, but I was reading CREEM at this age, having discovered the magazine in my search for all things KISS, dig?
Nine years old, but Grace Slick's left tit wasn't the first tit I had ever seen in my young life...No, my friends and I had found my dad's Playboy stash, so this was nothing new to me.
However...
Grace Slick's stiff left nipple is the nexus of sex, drugs (Boy Howdy! beer) and rock'n'roll in my own personal consciousness. It is the singular point at which all the hedonistic possibilities of the rock'n'roll lifestyle found definition in young mind. At that moment when I first layed eyes upon Grace Slick's left tit, I absolutely became obsessed with rock music, once and for all time, and it has been the single most important "thing" in my life ever since.
I started collecting records like a mofo (and like my mom), and I tried to become a rockstar myself for a couple of decades, and I drank heavily for a long time, and have experimented with drugs, have enjoyed the groupie dynamic...And I wrote record reviews and essays for my college newsaper, and I've been a DJ at various points in my life, and I do a monthly podcast, and I post a new mp3 every weekend here at HOT POOP, and all of it, the last 30+ years, can be partially (at least) traced directly back to this picture and that moment in 1975.
Oddly enough, I'm more of an "ass man".
Anyways...
Aside from my previous posting of the Sparks' song, "Tits", I was inspired to write this post because Harper Collins just published a rather amazing hardcover coffee table book featuring the best of ye olde CREEM magazine...
It's 270 big colorful pages loaded with tons of amazing photographs, and all the appropriately hilarious and REAL rock'n'roll journalism (Lester Bangs was an enormous influence on my young mind as well), and at $20, it's truly a MUST for any serious fan of rock music and journalism, especially from the '70's and '80's...Check it out...
Hotcha! Hank
Labels: a good excuse for some nudity, Blather, cheesecake, Chicks, Creem, Grace Slick, KISS, Lester Bangs
Labels: album covers, mp3, music, Plus a quick and trendy stab at Nicolas Cage, Something 4 The Weekend, Sparks, zappa
Labels: And my thoughts turned to Canadian Studmuffin, Britney Spears, Giraffe Farts, Hot Poop Filler, Sparks
Labels: Everythingathon, mp3, music, podcast