Continuing on with my unofficial "going places" theme. I've been to the Tennessee hills, Philadelphia, Mexico, and of course Quincy, (which was the one that got the whole thing started) in recent weeks. Now it's time to take a trip to America's great middle west.. So, don't you want to be in St Louis? I know that i do. Some friends of mine just got back, and said they had a great time. But until i can get myself there, all i got is a song...
If my day to day life was a gritty 1970s car chase flick, and i could have theme music follow me as i took a leisurely stroll down the avenue, this would be the song i'd choose. It's just good walking and minding your own business music, that's all.
I'm a big fan of all things Redd Foxx. So when i found this one, i just couldn't say no. It actually ran me a whole three bucks... I'm also a big fan of finding 45s from this era in their original cardboard sleeves. They look and feel like tiny little LPs.
Here you go. The comedic stylings of the late, great Fred G. Sanford. And here's a LINK to a whole LP i posted a long ass time ago too.
Sit back, relax, and smoke em if you got em. Ole Red's gonna spin you a yarn about the loneliness of the family deserting long distance trucker. It's a real tear-jerker folks, but it does have a happy ending... I think.
I found this little tidbit of information out there on the ole information superhighway: Back in the 50s-60s every city had their popular radio dee-jays, and Baltimore was no exception. Jack Gale was one of the finest and zaniest. Here is one of his masterpieces, a take-off of The Madison which was a hit dance craze on Baltimore's Buddy Deane Show in 1960. Several decades later The Madison was featured in the hit John Waters film "Hairspray".
Here's the OTHER SIDE, which is the same track with different words (and the better of the two if you ask me)
Songs like this are the reason the B-side was invented. Sure, it's not the hit, but if you ask someone like me, i might tell you it's even better than the song you've heard a zillion times. 'Pushin too hard' is a righteous jam and everything, but when was the last time you sat and dug the lesser appreciated song of the two? It's probably been a while- And if you want my opinion, you've been missing out...
That's why i'm here. Just tryin to do my part.
Young folks everywhere must have a lot of unanswered questions this morning, what with that failed rapture deal and all. I'm not sure that this record covers the whole end of times doomsday scenario, but either way Mr Graham's message is one that needs to be heard now more than ever- And I ladies and gentlemen, am proud to be the person who was responsible for passing his important recording along to you.
To save each and every one of you the trouble of personally thanking me, i'll just go ahead and pass on a hearty you're welcome... To the ones who are still here, that is.
I don't claim to know vintage northern soul records. I'm not even sure it's how you'd categorize this tune. However, I know what i like, and i do know that i dig a steady bass groove, a wailing horn section and some guy name-checking dance crazes that haven't been hip since my mother was a teenager. This record has all that and then some. As a connoisseur of bargain-bin 45s, i also know that it's a safe bet to take a chance on ANY record with the phrase 'Sock it to me' in the title.
This one's no exception to that rule.
I guess Syl Johnson had quite the prolific recording/producing career, I only know the name because i've seen it and listened to some of his other records on Derek's Daily 45. That guy is the real expert on the subject. Head over there and type SYl Johnson in the search bar and see what happens. If you dig this one at all, you'll be glad you did...
Let's take another trip shall we. This time it's to the Tennessee hills courtesy of our friend George. George Dickel the whiskey man, that is. I'm more of a beer man myself, but you don't have to be drunk to appreciate a cheesy 1970s country novelty promo record, although in this case it definitely couldn't hurt.
I'm assuming that this came free with a bottle purchase back in the day. The one song is all we get, the other sides blank.
As some visitors may or may not have noticed, Blogger was down yesterday. Log-in capabilities were disabled, and they were in 'view only' mode.
So i couldn't log in to my two-bit little hobby site yesterday. No big woop. I just skipped my post for the day, and went about my life in the real world. When i came back today i noticed that some comments had gone missing in previous posts. It's not that big of a deal, i just wanted visitors to know that i personally didn't remove anything, it just disappeared. Also, and i'm not a superstitious man, but i couldn't help but notice that this went down on Friday the 13th. Coincidence? I'll let you be the judge...
Here's an article i found about it. (Follow the LINK.) It's full of computer nerd tech speak that i don't really understand, but at least i know that i'm not the only one this happened to.
Keep the comments coming. They are still appreciated, even if they don't last.
Just an oldies station standard here, but i'm sending it out to an old friend in Boston who just gave birth to her third kid. Third boy even, but she's a tough broad, she'll whip his ass into shape in no time.
See if you you can guess what her name is...
This ones for you Jo Ann. Congratulations on the new baby!
60 cents and half a dozen 45s later, this is my new favorite band. (Here's another reason why)
I suppose a lot of people did, that's who- and for a long ass time too. Me- i'm just figuring it out, but that's a Good Thing.
Better late than never.
This one almost sounds like it could be a lost track from an early Alice Cooper record. It's that guitar sound that does it. The opening riff is similar to the 'Coop's No More Mr Nice Guy. Of course this one predates that one by four or five years. Also, a Good Thing...
Many many a year ago, I met the daughter of the drummer of the Blues Magoos a few times. Friend-of-a-friend type deal. She's about my age, give or take. When she told me who her father was, i thought it was the greatest thing ever, but it was totally lost on my friends, who were like 'Who the fuck are the Blues Magoos?' I was the only one of my friends who gave a shit about obscure 60s rock that wasn't the beatles or the stones at the time...
It's the little things. It wasn't lost on me. Certainly not the biggest deal in the world, but still pretty damn cool.
After posting my version of the Hometown Song last week, I got to thinking about other 'places' my collection could take me. Once i set them all aside, it turns out i have quite a few records with proper names in the title that i haven't posted yet, and quite a few places that i've already been... Like Baltimore, or Chicago, Milwaukee, and even Atlantis. What's the 'hometown song' you ask? Follow the LINK to find out. I was amazed with what i found out about it after poking around the webernets a bit...
I don't know anything about this record other than the fact that the flip side is an odd magical little ditty. And i'm not really in the mood to do any inter-googlings to find out anything... Fact is, i dig the music, but i don't really care about finding an interesting factoid to post about this one. I'm thinking we just take ourselves a two minute trip to lovely Philadelphia USA, and show up unannounced... Let's get a move on. Shall we..?
This fine selection is from Springfield's own Little Dino Strunk (6 years old). He gives us his heartwarming rendition of the Walter Strunk-penned gem "Who's eally better than mom?" Good old fashioned child exploitation at it's very finest right here. You gotta wonder what the story is on a record like this. I'm guessing it was dad's idea to give a copy to mom and probably the rest of their family/friends/community as a christmas gift, since the other side has a Christmas themed song. I'll save that one for the season which it was intended...
Considering that they can usually be had for pocket change, I almost always grab records with unique hometown labels like this when i find them. I did a google search of the address, and checked out the street view. It's just somebody's house, on a crummy side street across from the train tracks! Who knows, the Strunk family probably still live there. Little Dino is all growed up now. And it's not far from where my father-in-law lives... I love this stuff.
This one's for you ma! You're the greatest!
Now go call your mother. She wants to hear from you.
"Deteriorata" is a famous parody of San Francisco radio and television personality Les Crane's spoken word recording of Desiderata. It was written by Tony Hendra and recorded by National Lampoon as part of their National Lampoon Radio Dinner album of 1972.
The parody earned a great deal of cultural significance and popularity as a frequent presentation on the Dr. Demento radio show. Les Crane himself admitted to preferring this version over his Grammy-winning recording of the original poem.
Voiceover talent Norman Rose read the "poem" and then-little known Melissa Manchester was a background singer on the chorus section of the song. Christopher Guest wrote the music.
Also- Get a load of that label. I don't know a whole lot, but i sure as hell know awesome when i see it.
Ahh, springtime in the ghetto... The old lady and i were looking at the ball game last night on the tee-vee when we heard a couple of loud: BOOM- BOOM noisess. We thought it was gunshots, so naturally i went and looked out the front door to see if i could see any bodies.
Nothing out front.
I looked out the back windows and saw that there was a car on fire in the alley behind the house. Blazing. Friggin inferno. Like you see in the movies. Flames up to the power lines, with black smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife. And the horn on a steady "Hooooonnnnnnkkkkkkk." It was right around the corner from where they found that dead hooker last winter.... Unfortunately i didn't think to grab a camera until it was too late. For the fire that is, not the hooker, but i did get to do a little rubber-necking, and there's nothing quite like a good car fire in the alley as an ice-breaker to help you meet some of your neighbors. No harm done. Except maybe the burned-out stolen toyota and the melted vinyl siding on the neighbor's garage...
I love living in this city.
Breaking my vinyl only rule on this one, it's from a CD. I know i have this 45 somewhere, but this aint it. I think it's in that giant tupperware container full of the 'crappy records' and/or doubles i have downstairs. (Not that this is a crappy record it's just that i have so damn many...) I hosed someone elses label scan from Ebay for this post too. This is what my copy looks like anyway...
It's one for the occasion.
To all my Mexican friends out there, and everyone else. Have a drink-o and get stink-o for Cinco! I'll be raising a few cold cervezas later anyway, but now i have a good excuse... Thanks Mexicans! Ole!
I should have posted this one yesterday given the recent news of the world, but i didn't. No reason, i just didn't think of it until yesterdays post was several hours live and by then it was too late. I suppose i could have done a second post, but that's not how i roll, so i saved it for today. Simple as that.
Well, i might be a day late, but that motherfucker is no less dead. Will this make the world a safer place? Probably not. No matter how small, a little justice still feels pretty good though.
That's all you'll hear outta me on that topic. I promise.
Enjoy the music.
The other side of the garage/pop classic 'Little Bit Of Soul.' One of the greatest b-sides ever. Sez me, anyway. So good that this is my second copy of this record. It's been one of my favorites for many a year, but my first copy of it had a nasty hiss in the first few seconds. I lived with it forever and got used to hearing it that way, but could never make a decent transfer of it. I just found this replacement a few months ago, and it's so nice to hear it without any noise. It's like a whole new song...
Going through the scratchy ass, no paper sleeve havin, 'price as marked' a.k.a. 'if no price marked- 50 cents each' 45s bin at my local record shop a few weeks back. I grabbed this one for one thin dime.
The flip side of the Raiders 1966 hit 'Kicks.' Total throw away filler track. It's one of those 'let the tape roll while the band jams a 12 bar blues for four minutes and we'll see what we end up with' kind of songs. From back in the days when they needed it to be painfully obvious to radio DJs which side was the hit, and which side was not.
Nobody listened to it at the time, but it still exists and i'm diggin it now. So there you go.
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