When I got married, I ran off with my wife - she was with another guy. But I was not this guy, despite the fact that I enjoyed this video at the time. I love this- the dancers, the falsetto, the spaceman- it signals one of the many death knells of rock, fueled by my jazz and southern rock and new age listening jerkoff peers, who couldn't wait to grow up and embrace the cash fueled dreary.

F**k 'em all.

Labels: fun, funny, music, Music Video, reggae, ska

Mrs. Lex10 suggests: Vinyl 45RPM The Lion Sleeps Tonight (Wimoweh) b/w I'll Come Running (To Tie Your Shoe)

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Interesting ephemera-y thingie for fans of the inventor of ambient music: The producers of the vinyl items back in the days of Punk & New Wave (*cough* *cough* Where's my walker?) used to get their hands on the masters and engrave messages into the dead space at the end of the cut.
This side, the Lion Sleeps Tonight side, had this engraved:


apologies for the 47 step enhancement - I shoulda just got a tripod out..
also on the Tie Your shoe side it said: "Dedicated to R. Saarikko's Shoes and I. MacDonalds's Polish"
Ritva Saarikko was a photographer who worked with Eno. Apparently not a loafer wearer. Possibly one of the Seven Deadly Finns, a song Eno did around the same time.

Labels: 45rpm, 70s, 80s, cover, eno, music, vinyl

"I haffen't time to work, I haffen't time to play, al I do is yodel-i- de-ay!" -The Happy Yodeler

From the liner notes:
...The Shmeeds have a crazy mixed up sound....

Here's Werner Willy and Claire Schmid (yes, click the pic)



Rock on, geschwister!

Labels: 50's, music, swiss, yodel

Jorge Meza - Colombian Cumbia star.
I'm no fan of Latin music, but sometimes, it jus' grabs ya! The guy at the flea market assured me this was the disc to get.
I can't find anything comprehensive about him, so check out the link at the picture.



I love the galumphing yet sexy (?) beat. He also manages to give himself credit in the beginning of every song, along with a hearty "wahey"!


Why not enjoy a nice refajo while listening?
Remember: Don't use Coke - use Colombiana La Nuestra

Labels: Colombia, Cumbia, music, wahey

I've been doing a few guest posts at The Perfect American which to the unintiated, is a roiling vortex of lust for the illness called Rock n' Roll. It's a journey, and for me, it's been kinda liberating, and thanks to Mr. Jyn for asked me to plug in some stuff.

There's a post about Spade Cooley stomping his wife to death, one about Jim Carroll & those who worship and/or study his Basketball Diaries, one about singer Billie Davis, with a broken jaw, pulling Jet Harris from the Shadows out of a wrecked limo and lastly I'll mention the one that led to this post; the one about Dino Valente

Quicksilver Messenger Service was my first concert. It was right after their second album featuring Dino, and it was all we were listening to at the time. Eric Burdon and War opened and my eyeballs almost fell outta my head when I realized that the Boss of the Animals was up there singing "Spill the Wine" It was cooler than anything, and why in hell did my parents let me go?!?!?! But yay!

But Dino - kind of an interesting guy as explained in this exact transcription from my 1st edition of Lillian Roxon's Rock Encyclopedia (1969)

DINO VALENTI (Chester Powers)/Dino Valenti is one of those living legends. He worked in a carnival for seventeen years, was a trapeze artist for three of them, sang around the clubs of Los Angeles for years, but never made a record because he wanted it to be perfect when he did. (The story was that he kept making them, refusing to have them released, dropping them and making more.) He spent nearly a year in jail for possession of amphetamine and sold his rights to his most successful song, Let's Get Together, to get money to get out of jail. It's one of the most recorded songs ever (the song's composer is listed as Chester Powers)—the Youngbloods, Jefferson Airplane, Quicksilver Messenger Service have all done it. He also co-wrote Hey Joe. But his album, finally out in 1968, has none of this—just strange, mysterious, intimate songs that sneak up behind you. "An underground Bob Dylan," said critic Ralph Gleason. Well, he has that curly Dylan look anyway. "A five-year-dead Orphan Annie," said Emmet Lake of the East Village Other. Yes, he's a songwriting legend, and a one-year-in-gaol-for-amphetamine legend, and a macrobiotics-solar-energy legend, but mainly he's a ladies' man legend. It was San Francisco radio personality Tom Donahue who said simply: "If every chick Dino's ever known buys the record, it will be number one."
Album/DINO (October 1968): Time; Something New; My Friend; Listen To Me; Me And My Uncle; Tomorrow; Children Of The Sun; New Wind; Everything Is Gonna Be OK; Test.

Now lissen:

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And here's the original program from the show- click to embiggen SOME ARE EVEN GIANTER FOR VIEWING EASE

Labels: 70s, Fillmore, music, rock, rock n' roll, yay

Went on my annual pilgrimage to See Reverend Horton Heat last night, who put on a spectacular show as always, with an added "History of Music" that left one feeling as if the price of the ticket was well worth it.

I came to the conclusion that mosh pit people are basically unable to get laid. This is, in effect, moshing's raison d'etre- a sexstitute. They just have that look. A look that says, "I will somehow lack whatever it is you need to be attracted to in order to tryst." How the f*@k do you mosh to "Happy Camper"? Anyway, a bit of advice: when they come for you, lean in.

The real treat, for which, due to scheduling conflicts, we were only able to hear the last three songs of, was what I as of last night, consider to be possibly the greatest rock n' roll band ever: Nashville Pussy.
I felt like I dropped into a Robert Rodriguez film.

They were.......

Van-Tazdick.

Not only was the outrageousness turned up to 11, they were mixed well and tight. Others only hope to rock; Nashville Pussy is the touchstone for rocking. They could be the house band for House of 1001 Corpses, Kill Bill 3, and any other film with guts and elan you can imagine. The stage presence is amazing: stringy-haired trucker-hatted front man with two wild uber babes on guitar and bass, with a drummer that looked like he was ripped directly from the pages of an EC Comic. Here's their wiki, 'cos I still don't know who they are or anything. They're in Washington tonight, NYC tomorrow. GO. They're on first, like who, so get there early and don't make my mistake.

In the middle was Hank III and unfortunately, despite a great fiddler, slide guitar player, and bassist, it fell short - followed by the grandson of Hank Williams playing 45 minutes of non-sequituresque thrashmetalpunkyellingchants as their alter ego, Assjack. The first half's sound could've been at a casino (as my son so aptly put it) and the second half just was like a 200 decibel explanation of the rules of cricket. Don't get me wrong - there was a lot of good about his band, but Nashville Pussy pretty much killed them for me.

I was however mesmerized by two band members: The fiddler, who possessed an expression of such deep-seated glee at playing the fiddle, that I don't think you could find a happier more authentic looking country fiddler in all the picture books of country music in the universe. And the bass player- who provided an unrelenting kaleidoscope of asexually framed hatred, pain, confusion, hurt, indignance, and perverse introversion on his face - he was fascinating, and if I were casting a horror movie, this guy would have a job in about 5 minutes.

This picture doesn't even come close to the experience of him gesticulating wildly with obscene and/or hostile finger positions (like mudras of hate and pain and anger) while screaming profane epithets at the audience at the conclusion of a song....... Genius:



Last: Here's some images- the futility of phonecamming in that type of environment leads one to get all impressionistic as a way of salvaging them - first Nashville Pussy Followed by two Horton Heats:




But - OHHHHH! None are wallpapers - f#@*k it!

Labels: band, Bass Guitar, country, Cowboy, devil, filth, genius, heat, horror, Houston, mojo, music, nihilism, phonecam, punk, Reverend Horton Heat, rock n' roll, rockabilly, talent, yaaaaaaH

Here's another copy of WET, this time with a story about a New York potter's field, an agonizing study of artists in real estate, some wacky exercises (I did 'em!)....



....an at length interview with David Lynch,



and a story about music women, featuring possibly the best photo of Debra Harry ever:



I can remember being not so sure about LA, at the time, but now, I'd go tomorrow.

All pics link to the mag......

Labels: 80s, ads, advertising, adverts, Los Angeles, magazine, music, wow

PiL live in Japan 1983. Obtained in 1984 by an Atlantic City garbageman named Denny who ordered it from Japan. Betamax!



I'd say it rocks but then I'd have to storm off the stage in disgust at myself. But it does.

1 hour 1 minute - uncut

Labels: 80s, John Lydon, Mr Dante Fontana, Mr. Dante Fontana, mrjyn, music, Music Video, Propaganda, Public Image Limited, Public Image Ltd., punk, television, video

Lost and rare out of print. From Cassette

"Chewing Gum Wrapper" is, I think, my Theme Song.....



Now a quick note on this widget- Box.net won't show up @ work, so I wrote to them and after 2 or 3 questions, they gave up. I tried to point out that "seeing a nothing" will not elicit an email to them asking why because there's nothing there, but oh well, whaddya want for web2.0 free?

So, Box.net was the best, but if I can't share with myself, what's the point. If you know of a widget that is effective with flexible ID3 tags & is stable - or can get me to fix my network so I can see the Box.net widget again, let me know, thanks.

In the meantime, rock on.

Labels: music, rock, rock n' roll

My son gave me Helter Skelter for Christmas (I know, I know, we're like the Addams Family)

Anyhoo, I'm reading it & then, the universe, being what it is, sends me Neil Young's Revolution Blues:

NEIL YOUNG - Revolution Blues
Well, we live in a trailer at the edge of town
You never see us 'cause we don't come around.
We got twenty five rifles just to keep the population down.

But we need you now, and that's why I'm hangin' 'round.

So you be good to me
and I'll be good to you,

And in this land of conditions
I'm not above suspicion

I won't attack you,
but I won't back you.

Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn.
Remember your guard dog? Well, I'm afraid that he's gone.
It was such a drag to hear him whining all night long.

Yes, that was me with the doves, setting them free near the factory
Where you built your computer, love.

I hope you get the connection, 'cause I can't take the rejection

I won't deceive you,
I just don't believe you.

Well, I'm a barrel of laughs,
with my carbine on

I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone.

But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong.

I got the revolution blues,
I see bloody fountains,

And ten million dune buggies comin' down the mountains.
Well, I hear that Laurel Canyon is full of famous stars,
But I hate them worse than lepers and I'll kill them in their cars.

Now- did I tell ya Lex10 met Bugliosi? 25 years ago.
Absolutely like being in the presence of a saint.....

Labels: bugliosi, dune buggy, glyphjockey, helter skelter, killers, manson, music, neil young, psycho, revolution, stars

It's strange to sitting in bed and seeing this juxtaposition of songs presented in such a prosaic and haunting way, with Ozzie's lack of expression - like he could care less and the sailors chiming in as the chorus (note the shredding rebel guitarist sailor in the back) on your anniversary.

So I hadda jump on the synchronicity of it all and find a copy of it for you.

We agreed to not get each other anything, but I broke down and splurged and got her this:


Here's a song for you baby - it sums it all up, as it always will.


and here's our song:


Ya hear me world?!?!? I love her - yaaaaaaa!!!!!

Labels: anniversary, band, harriet hilliard, love, marriage, music, ozzie nelson, performance, tv, wife

In the clip shown Vic taste tests Fruit Drinks for Morrissey the Consumer Monkey.



Vic Reeves' Big Night Out was popular enough in the early 90's to get 2 seasons out of Channel 4. It was The Tonight Show DNA mixed with Pee wee's Playhouse DNA all with a frustrated rock star undercurrent.

Reeves and Mortimer, the team who did the Randall and Hopkirk(deceased)remake series presented on BBC America last year, originally did Big Night Out as a stage show.

Vic, whose real name is Jim Moir, was actually friends with Morrissey at the time and sang on his cover of the Jam's That's Entertainment.


It's available at Amazon.co.uk - Just hack your DVD player to play other regions (using your remote) and problem solved.

Labels: Bob Mortimer, comedy, humor, lemonade, Morrissey, music, Randall and Hopkirk, Vic Reeves

I remember talking to a guy I worked with- he said "I didn't mind 50 - but 60 - that nearly killed me!!"

Labels: 60, art, birthday, David Bowie, music

One year today. My sincere gratitude.



217 posts or .59 posts per day.

I've got two differing sets of stats so I'll be approximate, but in no way am I rounding up.
Looky:
greater than 3 Million Hits
greater than 1 Hundred Thousand Visits
greater than 15 Thousand Unique Visitors

Approximate percentages of people who favorited the site went from less than 10% to greater than 40% (mirroring the volume growth)- thanks, favoriters! Ctrl+D is your friend!

Top referrers (in no particular order):
RYP at Twilightzone
COOP!'s Positive Ape Index
Those Rascals at PCL Link Dump bringers of gourmet everything.
Mr. Bali Hai at Eye of the Goof
The BoingBoingers
Mr. X from the much hunted Xtabay's World
The Compelling Visual Library that is Martin Klasch
Schmutzie - 2nd best damn blog in Canada
PK's Bibliodyssey
the above is purely stats based so if I love ya but you're not listed - feel it.

Some posts:
1st post (skip it, actually)
Smashed Nokia
The King Cake Baby
The Heritage Village Map
Bend me, Shape Me
My Mexican Lobby Card
Forbidden 1984
Matts & Zippy
Architecture & Ornament
Early Warhol
Peeni Walli
How to Drown
Lex10 in L.A.
Birds of NZ
Decals
Mark Ryden Vids
Sparky Watts
Pompeiiopticon
Saucy Accupressure
How to Draw a Circle
Who is Lex10?
Yard Haiku
Robot Theatre - Royale With Cheese
Revisiting the Greatest Nancy Panel Ever Drawn
Alan Vega
Origami QTVR
Crispy Masks
Joseph Laux Wallpaper
Bowie on Extras
Nancy 1
Uncle Wiggily
205 Serial Killer Names
Man Eats Dogs
Magic Wand
Through The Viewfinder
Sad Thanksgiving Cards
Champagne Muzzles
Chard
Nancy 2
La Virgen de Xtabay
Ali Baba
Xmas Robot Theatre Message
Katamari Earrings
WET Magazine


and let's not forget items from Today's Sunbeam - yes, that's actually the name and yes- it's a real daily newspaper:
Hog Maws
Windowless Shopping
Procto-advice
She's cheap - but she can act

Labels: anniversary, art, color, cool, fun, funny, glyphjockey, gratitude, history, hits, January 5th, music, New Year's Day, posts, referrers, stats, thanksgiving, Today's Sunbeam, visitors, visits

Here's what I want to say about this:

I live near a flea market called Cowtown (Previous posts here, here and here) which also hosts from May-Sept the only regular rodeo in NJ, complete with PETA protesters, a Grand Parade, and 12-pack drinkin' divorcee' dads.

Anyway, Cowtown is a flea market on Tuesdays and Saturdays. On Saturdays, it's less of an antique/collectable venue and more of a crap/knockoff sale. There are a lot of Korean and Chinese vendors, but the most interesting are the Andean vendors. I say Andean because they can be from multiple locations in S.A., but they inevitably sell really rustic knitted gear, and handicrafts from that region (like pan pipes and bracelets that say stuff like "Quito"). On spring days Andean musicians will play, and the atmosphere becomes really prosaic, with catfish frying across from tacos mojados and boxes upon boxes of items that look like they came from a parallel universe.

Well, as it turns out, many of these vendors sell, by virtue of a common language to the Mexican members of the community, providing them with stuff they want, often emblazoned with the Virgin of Guadalupe - a potent symbol of Mexican faith & pride.

It was this juxtaposition of Andeans selling la Virgen on (sometimes really plush two-ply) blankets alongside their native designs that made me put this video together. Music is Yma Sumac's (herself a Peruvian) Voice of The Xtabay- a Yucatan legend. The stuff juxtaposes itself - no?

Enjoy.



UPDATE: English language bonus track below:
Kinda bogus, but go for it....

Labels: blanket, central america, color, espanol, flea market, glyphjockey, mexico, music, south america, spanish, statuette, virgin mary, xtabay, yma sumac

Here' a curious little chicken/egg phenomena: Bend Me, Shape Me, - a massive hit by The American Breed in the US when I was a little kid, but at presumably the same time a hit in England by another group, Amen Corner. The weird part is that the vibe is completely different for each song. When I was in the UK I saw they were always doing this - a commercial (an advert) for "Hits of the 60's" would come on, and it would be all, "King of the Road by Rory Flanksbury! - Streets of Laredo by Rupert Clive! Devil in a Blue Dress by Larry Lawrence and the Lads! - AND MORE!!" It was like (sometimes) the US didn't exist, then next minute life would be a hailstorm of Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Humphrey Bogart and Elvis memorabilia


- Giva lissen.

PS: Listen to just the left track of the American version, and Voila' You've got Karaoke....

Labels: 33 1/3rpm, 60, music, Top of the Pops, uk, USA, vinyl

OUT OF PRINT - Danish. I know nothing about this. It's sample-y with classic blurbs - worked well. Don't construe my musical tastes as being this, but "supermarket, television, home" is strangely heartwarming and beautiful. Did I say oddity?

Labels: Danish, music, nihilism, oh no, post-rock

Red Red Groovy. OUT OF PRINT- an injustice.

Used and New starting at $.01. Psychedelic music at its best - it emerged during a great lull in music - when jerks were in control. This album always foud its way into the Techno bin, which was a fundamental mistake, but there was no actual appropriate slot for them. While Chemical Brothers a "Techno" group, can do really rich psychedelic music, (think, "The Test") we all know that about halfway through one of their albums they turn on the drum machine and go out for coffee. (I dunno, maybe I'm just not 20 & on E) Red Red Groovy, on the other hand, creates a roiling, textured kaleidoscope of uberdeliciousness.

Here's the cover:

It's a link to a hi-res foldout image

Here's an image from inside the booklet that comes with it.

Ecch. I can't stand it. It's too good. here's a fansite

Labels: music, mystery, post-rock, red