i'm pretty sure the cover band, Fazed Cookies, did this at the Green Lantern last friday night...where i did a memorable, albeit bad and obnoxious, mick jagger imitation all night long. i blame the Jamesons.
that poor band. i ruined their show.
Misterfixit wrote:
Did NOT ruin the show ... I just checked the surveillance tapes and you were really great! I've got a copy of the topless portion which is pretty funny too. Ahhhhh ... so long ago!
Song: Dead End StreetArtist: The KinksAlbum: Face To Face read after bill says something about the kinks being on the edge of rock & roll. Posted 5 months ago by Spuck: Any new music is created on the back of that which came before. To say old music is no good for whatever reason misses the point. When I was young, I had no idea what people saw in Elvis. Not until I was in my 20s did I "get it". I still don't get Sinatra. Oh, well. I know better than to say that he sucks just because I don't get him.
The older I get, the more I can appreciate history and all the influences that have brought us to today. I don't get a lot of things but I know all it would take is the correct time, place, people, whatever, to understand and appreciate.
If you want to only hear what fits in your narrow view, you should be listening elsewhere. The greatest thing about Radio Paradise is that you get more than just what you think you want. Bill is here to broaden your mind, whether you think you like it or not. There are all kinds of places to hear only what you like and what you know. Those places are a dime a dozen (to use an old, old phrase). This place is special. Don't ruin it for those of us who appreciate.
I didn't think that song had been played here in a long time. It was funny (and kind of pathetic) how outraged some posters were by Bill playing Bruce Lash tunes - some of the comments were furious. Oddly, that song played a little while ago on SOMA-FM Secret Agent.
And all I had was half a leftover salami sandwich with banana peppers....
peter_james_bond wrote:She looked at me the way a cat looks at a mouse. Then she sashayed over to the bar stool next to mine and sat down. âIâve been looking for youâ, she purred. I tried to be cool, but inside my ticker was beating like a jungle drum â¦.a jungle drum pounding out a warning that I was ignoring. âLucky me â¦to what do I owe this pleasure?â Then I noticed her eyes were on my salami(sandwich that is). âHungry?â I inquired. âRavenousâ, she said, âI didnât have breakfast this morning.â I offered her my salami sandwich, wishing it was bigger. âThanksâ she said, and added, âIâm parched tooâ, and she winked. âBartender, the lady wants a â¦what will you have?â âBoilermakerâ, she chimed in. âBoilermaker?...not exactly what I was expectingâ, I said. âThatâs not what most ladies drinkâ. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, âIâm not like most ladies.â I nearly fell off the stool. "How..how can I help you?" I stammered. "Rumor has it that you listen to a certain internet radio station with a heavenly vibe" she said. "Oh, you mean Radio Paradise."I blurted out. "Yes, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How might I tune into that frequency?" she asked. "Well, why don't we go to my place and I'll show you the ropes?" I prayed she would say yes. "OK" she said, "As long as we can also listen to Radio Paradise." My jaw nearly hit the floor, in my head, I said "Thank you Radio Paradise" over and over and over as we left the bar.
I'm 16 years old, it's 1982. I'm working the midnight shift at Shell Gas in North Vancouver. The quirky guy on shift before me leaves a tape in the grubby player. Tells me I'm welcome to listen. I press play and hear the Nebraska album all in one go. Just me and the urban nightscape.... I felt like I'd been hit by a ghost by the time I'd listened to both sides. I give this song a 10 when it's played in the context of the entire album.
I bought this album on a whim from Columbia House or some such music club back in the day. I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I am a gringo from Texas and the only Spanish music that I had been exposed to was Tejano. Well I quickly learned an appreciation for the music. Finally, I saw the documentary in a massive, almost empty theater in Dallas. And, I was so moved by the music and the musicianship that it brought tears to my eyes. Skip forward 10+ years when I started dating a transplanted Puerto Rican and I played the album for her. It brought tears to her eyes, "these are the songs my mother sang to me as a child." Well, we have been married 15 years. I think, at least in part, I can thank the Bueno Vista Social Club for my wonderful wife (and life). My appreciation of her culture, music, and food is what made her fall in love me me. And this album still brings tears to my eyes. Chan-Chan Buenavista Social Club I love the comments that tell us about the memories that go along with the songs
Yeah, schmaltzy. By now, cliched, and synonymous with an entertaining if cheesily romantic movie. But the producer, while at the time of this '64ish recording was an incipient nut job, had also quickly become a real force in the record business. Phil Spector was developing his unique and evocative sound layering and worked with late-era Beatles collectively, and later separately with George Harrison, John Lennon and the Ramones. Anything he produced that's played here — or even howled in crappy karaoke bars — is a direct link to deep-dish American musical history.
