The powers that be at NPR/BRU haven’t let Music Blog’s author run their own show, or at least have a cutesy music app. Guess I’ll have to throw dark Halloween vinyl shards over the “golden eras” cited this week…set the way back machine, Sherman Oaks to B.U., my record ‘Frisbees’ may break a deadlock:
-History Of The World: In which Damned singer Dave Vanian pressed a few thousand years of battles into a few lines about a bit of turf….does ‘Moss’ donning on with the Vikings seem analogous in current f-ball? “I just hit the ground, boy have I arrived..son, he said to me, ‘Why’d you play so loud’…there’s more important things than (signed) ink and decibels..what’s a sin or two in the history of the world?”
Well, a rolling ‘Moss’ may or may not be one day soon gathering stones in sport, or war..or business (bit of both)?
-Radioactive Lady Eyeball by Fred Schnieder/B52′s front: well, not exactly instrumental surf, but if the Pyramids were marketed as America’s Beatles, his screaming tirades to get a woman off her specialty make-up to win the guy(s) gives him a shot at toasting Old Dominion’s new football build up (if not finally give Mick Jagger a U.S.A shove off)!
-Well, if U can’t dazzle with brilliance, then baffle em’ with…no, not Bessie Sue and other tragic jazz luminaries of a glorified NY bound to pale into ghost boroughs with the mid-60′s….there’s only one true New York female singer/multi-talent who could epitomize those decades onto present time (not bad, since she died in the 80′s):
-Gilda Radner (as Emily Litela): e.g, “what’s all this stuff about saving Soviet Jewelry?” Other (M.C) voice corrects her, as “that’s Jewry, not Jewlery”). With a warbly but stiff, sing songy upper register tone only a PhD in New York survival could vibe, the actress knew wrong and right better than a Sunday choir…”oh….never mind!” If only she could have lived to “Talk Dirty To The Animals” that have rocketed out of their wives control off the sporting grounds…but, I wish I knew if she is doing well…never mind!
-The Edinburg Military Tatoo Album (1982): Regardless of whether humor book ‘Our Dumb Planet’(The Onion) is correct that the Scots got to wearing dresses upon being upset at their English neighbor’s effeminate demeanor, it is hard not to start laughing at the Patrick Doohan/’Scotty’ pictured with his bag pipes behind him, like Chuck Connors’ first California Home Cannabis Growing Guide. I believe it is still in rotation at the same University there-Edinburg-that saved the world for 1,000 years a few millenia ago…now that’s a non-laughable LP, ayye?
-Join Together:The Who. Ok, unlike “Bargain”, which is known as writer (St.)Pete’s(Townsend) perhaps ultimate homage to his poly want a substance religious polyglot Mieher Baba, which anyone named Furyk (per M.Blog) would be less than open about….Join Together is a meaty ballsy metal harp-flute romp which tears down corporate or pretentious stadium anthem in favor of movement through simple, simultaneous dexterity, on multiple levels..”there’s a million ways to laugh..and every one’s a path”. I can see a Fed Ex commercial in his golf glove sweat heating up right now-alas, Pete sells the Who like Kiss sells their, well, almost anything.
-Tommy Gun (The Clash), alas, one of only 2 Blue Oyster Cult producer’s 2nd album tracks with any of their debut 1st’s energy. I’m tempted to throw in a trivia(l) line about how Elvis actually designed the Clash’s London Calling cover (see album covers, ad nauseum). Since there seems no casual, obvious connection between album artwork and sports (apart from “duhh, they’re marketing tools”..yes, and when did you take down your Huey Lewis 83 “Sports” album!
May I end with the all-time hoe-down let your hair down that merged MOR and sports radio for a brief shining moment in Ray Stevens’ The Streak…I’m still waiting for new artwork and a LA-X band to mod. con. league it into a worldwide sports anthem. Either that or “Ethyl, don’t look” becoming a spearhead anthem campaign against E-85 corn fuel.
May you have much more luck with Bill, the staff, and man at the top of all this..who’s at the crossroads of rock and sports bloggerdomes..he’s bad, but he’s nationwide! Uggh..I think ZZ’s B. Gibbons threw his whiskey/gun boot at me on that one..