Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
This may be a good thing. The usual fare for this blog is rant fodder. I have nothing worth typing to you about that is rantable. Don't get me wrong, I'd still like to throw a huge brick at most people out there, but who wouldn't? For me to write about that stuff would be like me saying "One thing I don't like is high gas prices". Maybe I just need to get out more often. It's pitiful: Here's some examples of what has come my way in the past couple weeks:
David Caruso: can he get any weirder?
Ellen's getting married: congrats!
It's about time the fat girl got voted off Dancing With The Stars.
Gas prices: sheesh!
Low carb flatbreads when sprayed with pam, sprinkled with celery salt & baked are a good way to get low fat tortilla chips for salsa.
Finally Elvis Costello went & made a decent album, because if I had to endure another grownup album from him, I'd have to point a gun. (warming up...)
Oh good: new movies from Adam Sandler AND Mike Myers. Now when I come across young people I'll have something to talk about other than their cell phones. (getting close)
Ashleee Simp-son got married to Pete "steinway mouth" Wentz. I didn't even know they made hoodie tuxedos! (I'm starting to twitch)
Ted Kennedy has a brain tumor: at least he didn't get shot!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
The 5 were always in deep with the law, usually on trumped up obscenity charges or inciting a riot most often related to what would be by today's standards laughable at best: performing their signature tune "Kick Out The Jams", which began:
"KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERF@%KERS!!!!!!"
Not only did that get them in trouble with the law, it got me in trouble with my mother. She actually took away my MC5 album like a teacher confiscating a slingshot.
The 5 had to get their message to the people, so they released a radio-friendly edit of that song replacing the objectionable word with "brothers & sisters". No matter, we all knew what was going down.
The album I started out discussing before I got carried away was recorded live on Halloween 1968 at Detroit's premiere rock dive The Grande Ballroom, which was across the street from the original Hockeytown, Olympia Stadium. There is no way you could come close to understanding the sound and power of The Five from this album, but at the time it was the only artifact available in the privacy of a teenage bedroom. Everyone complains about the sound of this album but I wonder if today's recording equipment could even retained the scruffy dirty feedback-laden sound The Five produced. There was absolutely nothing like them. Many have tried, but The Five are still The Best.
So this album certainly epitomized my early teens, even more than my all-time favorite album, Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited, because it came from my streets, from my town, and it was (for its time) so damn bad & nasty and against every f@%king thing one's parents ever wanted for their children. It was part of a cache of records that came at just the right time for me, alongside Highway 61, The Velvet Underground, The Stooges ... I was damn lucky.
What was I saying? Oh yeah, Kick Out The Jams, Motherf@%cker!