Archive for the ‘Music Shitty USA’ Category

Get Your Finger Out of It

November 2, 2006

Many of you try to ignore the music business like The Scene tries to ignore bloggers.  Truth be told, you have plenty of good reasons to simultaneously ignore and wish it would go away like when Grandma stinks up the downstairs bathroom.  There’s a new book coming out that chronicles the birth of Nashville’s best known export.  A Shot In The Dark:  Making Records in Nashville 1945-1955 describes how some local small bidnessmen got the bright idea of recording the gospel, R&B and Country acts that were part of the vibrant local music scene of the period.  Included with the book is a CD with twenty representative songs from the period.

It will run you $65 if you get it from Vanderbilt University Press, or you can get it from Amazon for about $25 less.  There is a related box set from a couple of years back that retails for around $250.  This book is a far better deal.

Co-produced by the Country Music Hall of Fame, the book not only makes the birth of Music City come alive, but also provides an in-depth discography for the Steve Buscemian 78 archivists out there.

The companion CD makes it a must-buy.  The music is fantastic.  Hat’s off to whoever selected these cuts. My personal favorite is by Randy Hughes, the King of the Rude Country Song.  His song, Birthday Cake, has been taught to my step-sons, much to the chagrin of Mrs. Sarcastro.  

 With Christmas coming up, this Shot in the Dark will make a great gift for the history or music buff  on your list.

When The Music’s Over

October 17, 2006

From the get-go, let me just say that I’m not here to defend The Doors. They certainly have their detractors of late. Personally, I blame lazy classic-rock radio programmers who have rammed the sundry singles from The Doors catalogue down our throats for the last forty years.

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That band was one of the big influences during high school. It was around the time No One Here Gets Out Alive was selling briskly. I carried my copy around like a wandering Jew schlepping the Torah. Rolling Stone had an iconic cover which proclaimed, Jim Morrison. He’s hot, he’s sexy and he’s dead. Little did we know that would spawn a generation of goth chicks and really bad poetry.

Much to the relief of my parents, I moved on to different bands. I avoided Morrison’s fate of turning into a fat, drunken, shadow of his former self; dying in Paris of a heroin overdose. Ok, so I avoided dying of a heroin overdose.

In a moment of recent serendipity, the locals have been slagging The Doors roughly about the same time the legendary club CBGB was closing its doors. Now there is certainly an argument that can be made for The Doors having a connection to that fabled venue.

Iggy Pop and The Stooges certainly took their inspirado from Morrison and Company. But when it comes to bad poetry, no one comes close to Patti Smith, who performed at the closing of CBGB.

If we want to start compiling the list of worst acts to ever put vocal to vinyl. The list has to include Patti Smith. Add the factoid that more shitty bands were started after listening to Horses than any other record, save one.

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That record belongs to Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground. That is the most overrated shit ever. From the pretentious Warhol cover to the awful vocals to the insipid cacophony of the music. It could only be worse if they were still together.

Yeah, Sweet Jane is a good song. Especially when covered by somebody else. I would rather hear The Doors version of that tune than The Velvet Underground. Throw in the number of shitty bands that figured they had a shot after hearing this record, and Lou Reed has a lot to answer for.

Listening to this record is probably what caused Morrison to overdose.

Brilliant Mistake

February 18, 2006

I’m out of town this weekend.  I wish I was in town.  With any luck the goobers at GAC will show the good parts of the Opry at the Ryman this weekend on the damn TV.  Specifically, Emmylou Harris and Elvis Costello on the damn TV.

Note to stalkers, gherms, craparrazzi and restraining order types:  They may be hanging out on Lower Broad between sets.  Try Tootsie’s.  Last time Emmy was at the Ryman she popped in there for a few beers and a couple of songs.

I picked the wrong weekend to pick up Rose from my parents. 

Off The Record, On The QT, And Very Hush-Hush

October 5, 2005

What this town needs is a good gossip rag.  A scandal sheet that would make Sid Hudgens blush.  There are enough gherms, disaffected songwriters, assorted hangers-on, hospitality workers, strippers, limo drivers and day-care professionals to keep the prime sinnuendo flowing for years. 

Just sitting around various watering holes in the Music Row vicinity, I know which country diva used the dumb dust to lose weight after her pregnancies, which one’s marriage is a beard to cover her sapphic preferences,  and which star’s dream marriage to a movie star devolved into a fraud-alleged annulment after only four months.  Ok, the last one was a gimme. 

But then there are the entertainers, who, for whatever reason, feel the need to tell the world that their girlfriend is a damn whore via press release.   The best part is how he publicly blows the lid off of her infidelity and outright lying to him, then he pleads for privacy.   

For some reason this whole thing reminds me of an episode of My Name Is Earl

Thanks to Defamer for the link.

A Street Car Named Marge…

September 7, 2005

The constant drumbeat of news from the devastated Gulf Coast region has me thinking about every New Orleans related song and lyric I can remember.   Some of them have special relevance to the current situation.  The ones that stick in my head are by Randy Newman, who will be performing on the big TV benefit for Katrina relief on Friday.

 There’s a hundred-thousand
Frenchmen in New Orleans
In New Orleans there is Frenchmen everywhere
But your house could fall down
Your baby could drown
Wouldn’t none of those Frenchmen care

Randy Newman, Kingfish 

 President Coolidge come down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a notebook in his hand
The President say "Little fat man  isn’t it a shame,
what the river has done to this poor cracker’s land?"

Randy Newman, Louisiana 1927 

And one particular song from the Simpsons:

Long before the Superdome
Where the Saints of football play
There’s a city that the damned call home
Hear their hellish rondolet:
New Orleans!
Home of pirates, drunks and whores…
New Orleans!
Tacky, overpriced souvenir stores…
If you want to go to hell you should take a trip
To the Soddom and Gomorrah on the Mississip’
New Orleans!
Stinking, rotten, vomiting, vile …
New Orleans!
Putrid, brackish, maggoty, foul…