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June 24, 2009 - Wednesday 

Summer’s here – finally – and the time is right for drivin’ in the streets.
So then, with tops down and volumes all the way UP, make a way for…..    
 

1. " I GET AROUND" by THE BEACH BOYS  (1964)
 
Instrumentally (the arrangement and production effectively trounced all comers that summer), lyrically (though one can safely interpret "I'm gettin' bugged drivin' up and down the same old strip, I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip" as B. Wilson's hint at the non-sun, non-hit, B.Boy phase to come), and atmospherically THE hands-down, Number One car tune Of All Time. And, backed as it was on its original seven inches with "Don't Worry Baby," just maybe the greatest single single of all time.
 
 
2. "CRUISIN' MUSIC" by (THE) RASPBERRIES  (1974)
 
The not-lately great Eric Carmen's definitive Brian Wilson tribute; the logical descendant of "I Get Around" (by way of "Do It Again"), and quite possibly the finest car/radio tune of its decade. 
 
 
3. "I WANT TO BE YOUR DRIVER" by CHUCK BERRY  (1965)
 
The Great Chuck could arguably be said to have invented not only the duck-walk and the ding-a-ling (not to mention certain stomach-curdling after-show water-sports), but the Car Tune too (eg: "Maybellene," "You Can't Catch Me," et all!)  Yet this little-heard wonder was cruelly denied hit status – even after Lennon and McCartney gamely re-wrote it as "Drive My Car."
 
 
4. "CYCLE ANNIE" by THE BEACHNUTS  (1965)
 
Another rockin' li’l undiscovered gem that deserves to go Top Ten even more now than it did four decades ago. Odd to ponder the author of this masterpiece, against which all other sickle-songs pale greatly, later went on to foist such wheel-less wonders as "Heroin," "I Wanna Be Black" and "My Red Joy Stick" onto the airwaves.
 
 
5. "SCHLOCK ROD, Parts One and Two" by JAN & DEAN  (1964)
 
The last – and funniest – word in 1960's hot rod songs:  As always, give the self-styled "Laurel and Hardy of the surf crowd" a fad and they'll wickedly yet oh-so-skillfully deflate it quicker than you can say “Dead Man’s Curve.”
 
 
6. "DODGE VEG-O-MATIC" by JONATHAN RICHMAN  (1977)
 
"Schlock Rod, Part Three."
(Honorable Mention:  Jonathan's immortal and much-covered "Roadrunner")
 
 
7. "LAST KISS" by J. FRANK WILSON & THE CAVALIERS  (1964)
 
The automobile looms large in the annals of Death Rock ("Teen Angel," the above-mentioned "Dead Man's Curve," “Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window”...)  But J. Frank’s morbidly moody number contains all the necessary ingredients (a railroad crossing, a stalled car, an on-coming train, and your fiancée) – and then some!  (ie: cheesy “Runaway” organ, sounding appropriately ominous herein). Sounds Good Even On CD, such is the magnitude of this timeless tone poem.
 
 
8. "HITCHIN' A RIDE" by VANITY FARE  (1970)
 
Lack of one's own wheels at the turn of that ‘70s decade did little to dissuade the restless masses from spending their summers alongside the nation's thoroughfares, thumbs erect, trouble afoot. As a result, a spate of hitch-hikin' ditties suddenly materialized, of which this remains my personal fave. Sure fit perfectly amongst "Yellow River," "Going Up The Country" and, yes, "Sweet Hitch-Hiker" back in Grade Ten, I'll tell ya fer shure.
 
 
9. "HIGHWAY STAR" by DEEP PURPLE  (1971)
 
I know, I know:  it's hard to believe these machine heads made a decent record after they last raided the Neil Diamond songbook. But this here "molten slab of heavy-duty RAWK," as terrestrial DJ's still refer to it, picks up nicely where "Born To Be Wild" left off, helping motorvate Car Tunes confidently into the dreaded Seventies.
 
 
10. "THERE'S NO ROOM TO RHUMBA IN A SPORTS CAR"  by ELVIS PRESLEY  (1963)
 
As always, the last word on the subject goes to The King.



May 17, 2009 - Sunday 



Let me tell you: The very first "real" concert I was ever allowed to attend as a wee Canadian tyke just so happened to be none other than the Jimi Hendrix Experience at Toronto's Maple Leaf Gardens, May of 1969.

 

Now I'd already been a fervent fan for a couple'a years, having spent most of my Grade 8 art class making swirly sketches of Jimi in charcoal when I should have been studying the still fruit life, plus needles to say the Are You Experienced? elpee was right up there (well, almost) with Monkees Headquarters on my Summer of Love’s Most-Played List.

 

Fast-forwarding somewhat, Xmastime '68 was duly spent, between runs down the local tobogganing hill that is, digging all eight vinyl sides of The White Album AND Electric Ladyland and, most likely as a direct result, me and my gym-class rhythm section were just starting to assemble our very own rec-room power trio when word filtered along the groupvine that the Experience were planning to stop by our very neighborhood in a few months as part of their possibly-Farewell World Tour.

 

In a word then? WOW.

 

So my most-trusted pal Ric somehow scored us two tickets 'way up in the Gardens' nosebleed section, I fibbed to my parents that we were off to a nice nearby hootenanny (!) for the evening and then we were, yes, away.

 

Yet no sooner had we approached the venue that word began a'buzzin' that our hero had just been busted for carrying a batch of non-pharmaceutical druggery into Toronto Airport that morning! Hmmm…

 

Undaunted, we climbed inside and skyward to find our distant Garden party seats, sat on sonic needles and pins-ah through both opening acts (the pretty cool Hendrix-"produced" Cat Mother & the All Night Newsboys, whose big hit "Good Old Rock n Roll" my little band was already struggling to learn, followed by none other than, uh, Fat Mattress) ...til the one and only Jimi Himself sauntered on stage, miraculously only a few minutes late.

 

Now considering all the man had already been through that day – not to mention that YEAR – I guess it was no real surprise the evening's set consisted of mainly down-cast tunes a la "Red House" ...though Jimi did graciously treat the teenage throng of Yours Very Truly Et Al with a quick encore full of that fabled, fiery Foxey Purpleness of yore. 

 

And then, suddenly, he was gone. Experience and all.

 

James Marshall Hendrix returned to town briefly that December however, just long enough to be completely exonerated of all pending narco-charges ("Canada has just given me the greatest Christmas present ever!" he rightfully exclaimed to the Toronto Daily Star), but I suppose one could certainly question if, or why, that particular life lesson was never heeded in light of future misdeeds. And I don't need to point out right about here the astonishing musical legacy he then left us behind, which shamefully continues to be picked threadbare by competing armies of step-families and legal heavies to this very day. "Meet me on the next witness stand, and don't be late," to bastardize a certain lyric I suppose.

 

If that wasn’t already disheartening enough, I heard Mitch Mitchell – the only drummer who ever really did Hendrix justice, both onstage and off – filled his final years toiling across the Pacific Northwest as part of some bar-trawling Experience Tribute Act before hawking his memoirs to the highest bidder (Harmony Books). And upon hearing of Noel Redding's passing I faithfully plucked his autobiography off the shelf, noticed it had even been hand-signed inside somewheres along the way, and within mere pages was reminded how he never ever did manage to successfully sue for his fair share of his guitarist's posthumous booty ...in this life, at least. Maybe he should've signed on instead with Eric Burdon's New Animals circa '66 after all?

 

And you know, I suppose it does say something that out of all the delicately detailed minutia forever etched upon my grey matter concerning that momentous inaugural concert forty long, long Toronto May's ago, I can still most vividly recall EXACTLY what Jimi was wearing (all Harlem-Ashbury chic all the way!), what I was wearing even (don't ask), the appropriately brilliant weather, the commuter train Ric and I snuck on after we told our parental units we'd just be folking around ...hell, I even remember the proto-Bowzer moves Cat Mother & Co. deployed whilst performing their one hit wonder!

 

But do I recall a single sliver of the sounds and/or stylings of the Noel Redding-fronted Fat Mattress performance of that same, utterly magical night? Nope, I do not. Which reminds me: Mr. Redding himself passed onward and upward to that great big Gardens in the sky six years ago this May 11th.

 

And the moral, perhaps, to this all? Well, I still find myself revisiting Electric Ladyland on almost as regular a basis as I do the Monkees’ Headquarters.

 

So you see some things, I guess, shall never change.



February 1, 2009 - Sunday 

1. The Chirping Crickets

Buddy Holly, alongside rhythm guitarist Niki Sullivan, bassist Joe B. Mauldin, and drummist-extraordinaire Jerry Allison, formed the immaculately suited, fully self-contained singing/songwriting template upon which some of the greatest pop-rock bands since, from those Beatles most obviously on down, were inextricably linked at the hip.


2. Buddy's Buddy

When no less than that up-coming King of Western Bop Elvis Presley first blew into Lubbock, Texas on tour in 1955, homeboy Buddy Holly was not only right there in the front row cheering him on, but afterwards appointed himself the Hillbilly Cat’s exclusive host, guide and confidant for the ensuing sixteen hours. Duly inspired, Buddy immediately revamped his burgeoning Crickets from an alt.-bluegrass combo into Lubbock’s very own Elvis, Scotty and Bill …so successfully so, in fact, that several months later, when Elvis triumphantly returned to town, Buddy Holly had graduated from mere tour guide status to that of official on-stage opening act.


3. Learning The Game

After somehow failing to impress the usually infallible Owen Bradley with “That’ll Be The Day” at a 1956 demo session (“the worst song I ever heard” was his verdict), Buddy determinedly drove one thousand miles from Nashville to the Clovis, New Mexico studios of Norman Petty, where over the next eighteen months they turned a simple two-track facility into an audio workshop/lab from which came not only the look and attitude, but the very sounds of the 1960’s to come. Despite his so obviously prescient George Martin ways though, Petty must be docked serious points for screwing Buddy royally over songwriting credits, royalties, and even concert proceeds until the Holly estate could eventually be forever wrenched from his Machiavellian claws.


4. Listen To Me

It may have lasted only twenty-five days, but when Buddy and his Crickets toured the United Kingdom in the spring of 1958, those watching closely and taking serious notes for future use were, amongst thousands of others, John Lennon and Paul McCartney (whose first-ever recording was a near note-perfect “That’ll Be The Day” shortly afterwards), Mick Jagger and Keith Richards (the former already proud owner of the Chirping Crickets album), Graham Nash and Allan Clarke (who soon grew their two-man Everlys act into the full, named-in-guess-who’s-honor Hollies), and pioneering British record producer Joe Meek …who subsequently became so obsessed over Holly that he not only killed his landlady, but himself on the eighth anniversary of Buddy’s own tragic demise.


5. Not Fade Away

It did indeed take a Buddy Holly composition to first put The Rolling Stones securely into the American hit parade with, at the very height of Beatlemania, Lennon/McCartney’s “I Wanna Be Your Man” unceremoniously relegated to the single’s B-side! And speaking of whom…


6. Words Of Love

Buddy wrote the best song on the Beatles VI album; and, come to think of it, maybe even on Beatles For Sale.


7. Fool's Paradise

Buddy’s wealth of songs have proven so adaptable, durable and downright sturdy as to withstand covers from the likes of Rush (who also debuted on seven-inch vinyl with “Not Fade Away” I kid you not), the Grateful Dead, The Knack and even Linda Ronstadt. Not to mention “It’s So Easy“ (-Off oven cleaner) and “Oh Boy” becoming “Oh, Buick!” television jingles at the behest of Holly’s supposedly sympathetic post-Petty publishing magnate Sir Paul McC. Quite highly recommended nevertheless is the 1977 McCartney-produced Holly Days, um, tribute album by then-Wing Denny Laine.


8. Maybe Baby

Years before he was to become the serial tragic clown of television reality programming, that perennially short-pant-legged dust storm known as Gary Busey deservedly nabbed an Oscar nomination for his title role in 1978’s Buddy Holly Story. Now while its script may have taken inexcusable Hollywood shortcuts in recounting our hero’s life and music, at least Gary, alongside co-stars Don Stroud and Charles Martin Smith, became pretty damn garage-worthy Crickets all over the film’s soundtrack, performing as close to live whenever possible before the unforgiving cameras.


9. Crying, Waiting, Hoping

Weeks before his last-ever tour, a newly married Holly sang several song sketches into a tape recorder in his Greenwich Village apartment for what turned out to be posterity. Having already hinted at still non-categorizable sounds-to-come with tracks like “Everyday” and “Well… All Right,” Buddy’s last recordings leap even further into the unknown with covers of Ray Charles (!), Bing Crosby (!!), plus Holly’s own final compositions. Exquisite guitar-and-voice-only recordings, they are far more than simply “unplugged.” They are sublime, heartbreaking, and totally unique. As with most things Holly.


10. Standing In The Doorway

"And I just want to say that when I was sixteen or seventeen years old, I went to see Buddy Holly play at Duluth National Guard Armory and I was three feet away from him. And he looked at me. And I just have some sort of feeling that he was — I don't know how or why — but I know he was with us all the time we were making this record in some kind of way."
— Bob Dylan, 1998 Grammy Awards acceptance speech for Album of the Year Time Out Of Mind.



January 4, 2009 - Sunday 
It surely was one of those years, wasn't it?
And I may not just be speaking musically either.

For example,
two blasts from the distant past
(Simply Saucer and, yes, Percy "Thrills" Thrillington)
resurfaced after three whole decades with reconstituted treasures,
even Lindsey Buckingham brought all new meanings to the word "album/tour" in '08,
and a remarkably rich crop of audio continued to cross the ol' Pig Player
since last we spoke on this subject.

And so, if you didn't already,
please join me in treating both ears immediately to each and every single one of the following,
listed purely alphabetically as ever:

1. APARTMENT
      Sparkle Bicycle  (Waikiki Record)

2. SCOTTY CAMPBELL AND HIS WARDENAIRES
      Smokin' and Drinkin'  (Black Sparrow Records)

3. JOHNNY DOWD
      A Drunkard's Masterpiece  (BongoBeat Records)

4. GARFIELDS BIRTHDAY
      Let Them Eat Cake  (Pink Hedgehog Records)

5. THE GRIP WEEDS
      Infinite Soul: The Best Of The Grip Weeds  (Wicked Cool Record Co.)

6. JOE SOKO
      Floss Like A Beast: A Collection Of Incredibly Strange Folk Songs  (Fuzzy Planet Productions)

7. THE SPONGETONES
      Always Carry On: The Best Of The SpongeTones 1980-2005  (Loaded Goat Records)

8. FRANK LEE SPRAGUE
      Fulton Chateau  (Wichita Falls Records)

9. THE SQUIRES OF THE SUBTERRAIN
      Feel The Sun  (Rocket Racket Records)

10. TEENAGE HEAD
       Teenage Head With Marky Ramone  (Sonic Unyon Recording Company)

...and
If you'd like to know some more this year,

Just LOOK
Right HERE !!



August 24, 2008 - Sunday 
As autumn begins to fall
all around us,

you May just be wonderin'


- why Bob was Judas,

- when Simply Saucer turned Half Human,

- who That Lucky Old Sun is still shining upon,

- where you should buy Your First Punk Rock Record,

and even How much those Rolling Stones just got out of
the Universal Music Group

(plus Pat Boone to boot).


The answers,
my Friends™,

are Now right there
in none other than
your friendlly neighborhood Medleyville !!

so
Make a visit Today

(.....tell 'em Gary Pig Gold sentcha ;-)



April 1, 2008 - Tuesday 
Sure,

those Japan-rocking Ventures,
not to mention What’s left of The Dave Clark Five,
finally got their free dinners and awards
at the Waldorf a few weeks ago.

But my virtual polling pal Ken Burke and I
still can’t help but wonder…..


WHERE’S PAT BOONE ?!!!


January 11, 2008 - Friday 
They Came,
throughout 2007,

and I Heard,
as I do always try to.

but Just in case you haven't,
or didn't yet,

Here to hear are the ten discs
(listed strictly alphabetically of course)

that I most urge your ears immediately upon…

 1. DEBRIS
       Static Disposal  (Anopheles Records)

 2. THE DOUGHBOYS
       Is It Now?  (Ram Records)

 3. THE FREDDIE STEADY 5
       Tex Pop  (SteadyBoy Records)

 4. THE LICKITY-SPLITS
       Another Taste of the Lickity-Splits  (Lickity-Splits)

 5. LOLAS
       Like The Sun  (Jam Recordings)

 6. THE MODD COUPLE
       Daze Gone By  (Modd Couple)

 7. JACK PEDLER
       Let's Get Nervous!  (Race Records)

 8. THE SPRAGUE BROTHERS
       Best of the EssBee CD's Vol. 2  (El Toro Records)

 9. THE SQUIRES OF THE SUBTERRAIN and BIG BOY PETE
       Rock It Racket  (Rocket Racket)

10. ROBIN STANLEY
        Chronic Empire  (Creative Artists)

…and,
For all of those
who like to read as they rawk,

Uncover even more
about 07's Missing
(by way of Sweden)

Right HERE !!



December 12, 2007 - Wednesday 
What really gets
none other than
the King of the Surf Guitar
truly h-o-t this time of year ?

However has
that freedom-singing Pride of NashPop
come to link
Mel Torme to frosty Alex Chilton ??

Does no less than
the Once and Forever Female Elvis
actually dream of Snowbirds
this time every year ???

and What in the world
did the Killer's Sister say
to squeeze the Scrooge clear out of Van the Man
one December 25th (or six) ago ??!


Come,
all ye MySpace cadets,

and roast your chestnuts
alongside all of my Yuletide Pig pals

right there in
Morty's Cabin,

Ho Ho H(oink) !!!

August 12, 2007 - Sunday 

1. HE HAS AN UNPRECEDENTED 161 ALBUMS STILL IN PRINT
...ALL COMPRISED OF THE SAME 47 SONGS.

2. AN AVERAGE OF 822 PEOPLE HAVE VISITED GRACELAND DAILY SINCE 1977
…A 400% INCREASE OVER THE NUMBER WHO VISITED ELVIS' HOME
WHILE HE WAS STILL ALIVE.

3. "ELVIS" SPELT SIDEWAYS IS "LEVIS."

4. COOL Friends LIKE THE SEX PRESLEYS, BIG SANDY, AND UNKNOWN HINSON
STILL SING ABOUT ELVIS.

5. COOL Friends LIKE CHRIS ISAAK, COOTERFINGER, AND EL VEZ
STILL SING LIKE ELVIS.

6. THE 2004 NORTH AMERICAN TOUR OF ELVIS' PINK CADILLAC
OUT-GROSSED PAUL McCARTNEY'S LAST WORLD JUNKET BY $468,000 (U.S.)

7. SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD, SOMEONE TUNES IN AN OLD ELVIS MOVIE ON T.V.
EVERY 20 SECONDS.

8. WITHIN 15 SECONDS, EVERYONE HAS SWITCHED CHANNELS
TO "BAM'S UNHOLY UNION."

9. WHEN LISA MARIE PRESLEY PERFORMED LIVE ON VH1's "DIVAS DUETS" SHOW,
SHE SANG "HEARTBREAKER" IN A BLACK LEATHER CORSET WITH PAT BENATAR.
YET WHEN HER FATHER PERFORMED ON THE STEVE ALLEN SHOW IN 1956,
HE WORE WHITE GLOVES, A TUXEDO …AND SANG LIVE TO A BASSET HOUND.

10. SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD, SOMEONE BLOGS ON ELVIS
EVERY 30 SECONDS.


July 26, 2007 - Thursday 
Dear Friends ™,

Had a lovely time
in my Home and Native Land.

Visited family,
friends,
and record collection,

made some nice new friends,

and Even got to attend
a VERY special concert/recording session
by the band that once made
(in the hallowed words of Forced Exposure)
"the best Canadian LP ever" !!

Wish you were there,

Simply Gary