Saturday, December 31, 2011
Posted by Spazz at 7:18 PM
Posted by Spazz at 4:00 PM
Tune in today from 1-3 PM on WFMU to get yourself in the mood for Amateur Night. Rex will be playing some of the Fool's Paradise Favorite drinking songs of all time to coax the pink pussy cats out of the closet.
Tiny Tim's Crutch (via Grade "A" Fancy)
1 1/2 ounce Gordon's Gin
1/2 ounce Harvey's Bristol Creme Sherry
1/2 ounce brewed and cooled Lapsang Souchong tea
Put some sugar on a plate. Moisten the rim of a cocktail glass with a citrus wedge and dip glass into the sugar.
Stir all liquids over ice until very cold and strain into the cocktail glass.
Happy New Year from the Ichiban crew! Kancho!!
Rufus Thomas - Pink Pussy Cat Wine Spot
Friday, December 30, 2011
Posted by Spazz at 6:55 PM
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Tune in to Music To Spazz By with Dave the Spazz tonight from 9-12 when Christopher Kennedy stops by to discuss the Lost Photographs Of Deejay Tommy Edwards.
Monday, December 26, 2011
By Gene Sculatti
As the Everly Brothers said, it’s “So Sad to Watch Good Love Go Bad.” Almost as sad, if you’re a fan of bad TV, is watching one of the species’ strongest contemporary contenders just roll over and play good. Unfortunately, that seems to be what’s happened in the second season of Blue Bloods, CBS’s Tom Selleck starrer about a tri-generational family of NYC cops. It’s a shame too, since the show started out as a shining example of one of the richest but least-traversed goofspaces in all of popular culture: Sentimental Fascism.
The SF genre’s best exponents were, of course, oak-solid, cedar-hewn Chuck Norris’ Walker, Texas Ranger (1993-2001) and the criminally undervalued The District, with Craig T. Nelson as Washington, D.C’s chief cop (2000-2004). Norris’ Walker walked a fine line between heart-tug subplots (to the distraught Latina slapping masa in a tortilla factory: “I’ll see that Jose doesn’t join the gang, Mrs. Garcia”) and Miranda-busting fuzz-play (warrantless door-kicks a specialty). Nelson’s Chief Jack Mannion grew misty around his dog or his single-mom assistant, but played hardball with softie judges, drug lords and his arch-nemesis, a Russky agent named Putin.
What made Blue Bloods such a comer was just what makes the best classic bad TV great: the commitment to craft—the creators’ on-time delivery of piping hot clichés of story and dialogue designed to satisfy loopy, often dated assumptions about the desires of the target demo. CBS’ 2010 decision to launch a series about a tough, conservative commissioner (“Frank Reagan”!), his dad (an ex-commish who rues the day when bulls had to stop using concealed “sappers” [blackjacks] to crack heads) , two cop sons and assistant-D.A. daughter surely reflects the network’s interpretation of the midterm elections as a huge cultural right turn. Clearly, the reasoning must’ve gone, the lumpenprole now crave a liberal-bashing law-and-order show, just as they did when Walker debuted—during the cultural dustup that presaged the Republicans’ 1995 Congressional putsch.
Selleck himself is a laff riot. His toolbox, once overflowing with enough affability and beefcake-lite appeal to power eight seasons of Magnum P.I., now holds just one item: gravitas. The duties of gig, moral grounds-keeping and paterfamilias weigh so heavily on his I-beam shoulders that deep sighs, solemn head-hangs and marathon silences are all he can manage. Those and snippy retorts to his mayor boss—in Season 1 a craven pol (aren’t they all?), in 2 a smug black manager who tells Frank that the city’s “old, white, Irish-Catholic days are over” and gets smacked with Frank’s reply that he, the noble mick, missed out on the benefits of affirmative action and a “community organizer” background. Hoo-boy! Plus, Selleck comes off about as ‘New York’ as you’d expect a 1962 graduate of Grant High, Sherman Oaks, California, to come off.
The kicks came fast when Blue Bloods debuted. How did we know the Reagans were blue-collar anti-elites? At Frank’s pad, kibitzing or enjoying communal Sunday dinners (with offspring a party of 10: those Irish-Catholics!), they drank nothing but beer—out of the bottle. Anti-intellectualism roamed the show like a python, crushing the slightest hint of world knowledge or book-learnin.’ College-educated rookie-cop son Jamie was relentlessly tagged “Harvard” by his dese-dem-and-dose sergeant , “Anthony Renzulli” (those kooky dagos!) and by his own older brother, Danny (ex-NKOTBer Donnie Wahlberg, sporting a Howard Devoto liver-slice haircut), who often reminded Jamie “Remember, you’re not in Cambridge anymore.”
Prosecutor daughter Erin Regan, who at least understood suspects’ rights, was routinely pilloried by Danny and daddy Frank (“Why do we bother catching the criminals if you’re just gonna let them go?”) and her grandfather. Frank’s pappy, ex-commissioner Henry Reagan, once berated Erin for pushing her pre-teen daughter onto an “arts” track in school, potentially ruining the Reagans’ sprint to a four-generation dynasty.
I tell you, it was rich. But now Blue Bloods has had its edges trimmed and usually resembles a run-of-the-mill procedural, its pro-active mildness besting the bad but unfunny Castle only by degrees. There may yet be hope, though. In a recent episode Sergeant Renzulli , at the apartment of a crime victim, asks her what’s playing on her stereo. “Shostakovich,” she answers. “Oh,” says Renzulli. “Sounds like the guy who makes my vodka!”
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Sunday, December 25, 2011
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Here's some indisputably bleak Yuletide "cheer" from Commander Cody & The Lost Planet Airmen, the pride of Ann Arbor, Michigan.
"Get the tissues out boys, this one's gonna hurt"
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Hank Ballard & The Midnighters - Christmas Time For Everyone But Me
Posted by Shouting Thomas Torment at 10:46 AM
|"Social...Spin," Red and Black, October 22, 1964, p. 6|
Presented online by the University
of Georgia Libaries.
Homecoming 1964 at the University of Georgia would have been a pretty good weekend to crash some Greek parties. I can't say which one I would have chosen, though. How could you? Not just Mr. Alexander at Chi Psi, but The Five Du-tones, Eddie Floyd, The Tams, The Sensations (I'm assuming it was these Sensations), The Upsetters (minus Little Richard), The Catalinas, whichever sets of "Ambassadors" and "Vibratones" these were... even Dionne Warwick (or "Warlick", as they render it here) would have been worth seeing at that point. Of course, you'd have had to go to a frat party. And, since the Bulldogs apparently won their game by 21-7, they were probably especially wild and rowdy that night.
|Chi Psi House, 320 S. Lumpkin St.|
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Posted by Kogar the Swinging Ape at 3:00 PM
Monday, December 19, 2011
Cecil Surratt & Smitty Smith - Liza Jane (2:03)
Cecil and Smitty absolutely nail it here with their 1960 instrumental country take on an old standard.
|Édith Giovanna Gassion, 19 December 1915 – 11 October 1963|
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Enjoy this full movie free download!
OR GO TO WEBSITE: http://www.archive.org/details/ShakeRattleAndRock
Posted by Howie Pyro at 8:41 PM
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
|December 14, 1911- May 1, 1965|
Arthur Alexander - Call Me Lonesome
Black cat bone.
The Monument Years CD covers Arthur's post-Dot 60s work. Over half of it was unreleased at the time and while there's some duff cuts, most of it sounds great. Arthur is a little bit less despairing than during his Dot years, so there is the occasional lapse in intensity, but not on this great pissed off (and otherwise unreleased) self-penned rant where he actually bucks fate instead of just giving into it. "I PLAY SANTA CLAUS FOR YOU!"
WFMU’S ROCK AND SOUL ICHIBAN- JAZZED UP AND BONKERS!! #1
1. Don & Dewey- “Jungle Hop”
2. The Lifeguards- “Everybody Out of the Pool”
3. Rico & The Ravens- “Don’t You Know”
4. Denny & The Catalinas- “It Ain’t No Big Thing”
5. Huey “Piano” Smith & His Clowns- “Beatnik Blues”
6. Roy Brown – “Party Doll”
7. Little Walter- “Crazy, Mixed-Up World”
8. Roy Gaines- “Skippy is a Sissy”
9. Little Richard- “Keep A Knockin’ (live medley)
10. Ronnie Dawson- “Do Do Do”
11. Jim Backus- “Caveman”
12. The Gestures- “Run, Run, Run”
13. The Jalopys- “A Real Bonkers Jalopy Mess”
14. The Bantams- “Suzy Q”
15. Baby Jean- “If You Wanna”
16. Vonnie Fritchy- “Sugar Booger Ave.”
17. Elvis Presley- “She’s A Machine”
18. Bobby Lee Trammell- “Uh-Oh”
19. Link Wray- “Walking Down the Street Called Love”
20. Ronnie Self- “Bop-A-Lena”
21. Gino Washington- “I Gotta Move On”
Posted by Spazz at 8:06 AM
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
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Thursday, December 8, 2011
AND... his upbeat cover of BLACK NIGHT released on 45 in 1964.
Originally issued by Charles Brown in 1951.
Posted by Shouting Thomas Torment at 11:26 AM
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Arthur didn't like the Beatles' version of "Anna". He thought they were "little girl shit". He preferred the Stones' version of "You Better Move On".
Cry Like A Baby (mp3)
Our pals over at Gemini Spacecraft did a fine post on Arthur last year. Thanks, Bob!
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
You Don't Love Me, (You Don't Care)
Arthur's favorite cover of his songs was Dusty Springfield's "Everyday I Have To Cry Some"
Rainbow Road (fiction)
"Detroit City" was a hit for Bobby Bare in 1963. Written by Mel Tillis and Danny Dill.
|The Hound and Rex at the Ichiban launch party|
The Hound's interview with Arthur Alexander April 17, 1993 on WFMU, Arthurs's last.
Entire show (mp3)
|WSM Radio Tower|
Arthur was born in Florence, Alabama on May 10, 1940. He must've listened to the Opry on Saturday night.
Down The Backroads
|The Fame Gang|
"You Better Move On" was the first chart hit for FAME studios in Muscle Shoals, Alabama.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Hat tip: Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop.
Although in order to escape personal demons Arthur Alexander ended up dropping out of music & driving a bus in Cleveland for most of the eighties, he did get to experience a comeback of sorts before his passing in 1993. At the time of his death he had just released a new album and was playing many well received shows around the country.
Nice that Arthur got to see a little good luck at the end instead of more of the bad luck that seemed to dog his entire career.
He's one of my faves of southern soul & this is going all the way back to his first...
June (Arthur) Alexander - Sally Sue Brown
Happy Arthur Alexander month - SHO'NUFF!!!
Posted by Shouting Thomas Torment at 7:56 AM