Sunday, March 19, 2017

Natural Mystics - Runaway Love

Don't know anything about them but I distinctly remember listening to this song, released in 1979, on a 7" single when I was like 13 or 14. Lost forever to imagined memories, youtube has allowed me to experience the song again after 35 years. The tiny guitar solo (beginning roughly at 1:35) is sublime.

Lovers rock indeed.

OK, so with the help of The Googles, it appears that they were British, released a couple of albums in the early eighties, and fronted by Ashley Sommers (lead guitar, vocals) and Chev Mastin (bass).


Friday, March 03, 2017

Songs for You

Literally the greatest songs ever written. Yes, that includes anything written by Irving Berlin.





















Sunday, February 12, 2017

Since I Was A Young Boy, I've Wanted To Make Men's Clothes

The glorious Royal Crescent Mob with their complete and utter non-hit "Na Na Na" from their non-noticed album Spin The World (1989). Clearly one of the greatest non-meaningful songs of the non-alternative eighties. I remember many non-parties dancing to this in non-college, especially at non-parties with non-friends and and non-girflriends.

Na na na indeed.


Saturday, February 11, 2017

Hate A Sad Face On Your Lucky Day

On my birthday, here are the Replacements' singing "Birthday Gal," a song recorded during the Pleased To Meet Me (1987) sessions in late 1986 but, for some reason, ultimately left off the album. Finally released in 2008 as a bonus track.

So much deep melancholia in these chords and lyrics, it's hard to even articulate coherently....

Happy Birthday....


Wednesday, February 08, 2017

Accelera Deck - Drifting Out

This is "Drifting Out" by Accelera Deck (often also known as Acceleradeck, one word) from their album Narcotic Beats (1998). This is basically a guy named Chris Jeely. I think he's still somewhere out there releasing material, now under the name Llarks. Here's a recent interview with him.


Monday, February 06, 2017

At Seventeen

This is for S. Who made me grow up. Seems weird to think of this song now, as an adult. It's a bit sophomoric, the mid-seventies high-school poetry Laurel Canyon singer-songwriter aesthetic distilled down to 4 minutes. But there's a strange allure to it, I'm not sure why. It's the deep breaths she takes in between each verse. It's the fact that I first heard it in a particular context. I was actually seventeen when I first heard it. As was S., I think. She lived with her mother in this strange house with shadows and corners and whispers. Upstairs her room had an eerie glow. I spent a lot of time in her room, working on my calculus homework. She had a weakness for getting high, as did I. We used to get skyscraper high, just lulled into oblivion and listening to music. She loved Bill Withers, Al Jarreau, Joni Mitchell, and Janice Ian. I was into Prince and Gary Numan. But I do remember this song, echoed out to infinity, played on a small cassette player in her room, close to midnight, ourselves tired and lying in her bed, and staring at the ceiling as the highs came down, our upper lips full of perspiration in the tropical night. When I said goodbye to her, it seems it was indeed for ever [sic]. Wherever you are these days, hope you're well. Actually I know where you are now, in San Francisco. Which is kinda appropriate. Sending you this message as a small gesture of .. something. Hope you're well.




Pollo Asado

This is for Dave. I miss you. I hope you're doing fine somewhere in the universe

We would listen to this from beginning to end.

"I would like a guacomole on my chimichanga..."
"Would you put some hot sauce on that for me...?"
"Could you make me some guacamole...?"
"Two lemonades and one medium iced tea..."