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Age: 51
Sign: Cancer

City: ALBUQUERQUE
State: New Mexico
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Friday, September 25, 2009 
Wednesday, September 23, 2009 


S5009357 by wig wam bam 2.


pan!c 9/19/09 at burt's (the dynamite kegs photos coming soon)


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Thursday, September 10, 2009 
latest alter-ego enviro-blog:

october 2009

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 
October 23, 1940,---August 26, 2009

Along with the other legendary Brill Building songwriters (Carole King/Gerry Goffin, Barry Mann/Cynthia Weil) Ellie Greenwich and Jeff Barry wrote dozens of Top Forty Hits in the early 60s. If you've ever played musical roulette on your radio dial, you've heard a hundred songs written in tiny cubbyholes jammed with a piano and desk at 1619 Broadway, New York, New York. These young songwriting teams in their twenties toppled the reign of the schmaltzy and stuffy Tin Pan Alley writers of the earlier generation.

Here's just a few of Greenwich and Barry's hits:

Be My Baby
Da Doo Ron Ron
Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)
Not Too Young To Get Married
Baby I Love You
And Then He Kissed Me
Hanky Panky
Doo Wah Diddy Diddy
Chapel of Love (written with Phil Spector)
Leader of the Pack (written by Shadow Morton, produced by Greenwich /Barry)

The Brill writers' took the R&B they loved, added a sweeping pop formula and turned it into chartopping hit after hit. Quite a bit of their material was performed by the black girl groups (the Ronettes, the Crystals, the Dixie Cups...) who briefly ruled the airwaves. This amazing body of work was responsible for pushing the color barrier even further than people like Little Richard or Chuck Berry, who were considered too dangerous by the parents of record buying teenagers. That's quite an accomplishment for a bunch of Jewish  kids from Brooklyn who had graduated high school together only a few years before!  In the words of Gerry Goffin, " In the early sixties, God was a young black girl who could sing."

i'm not saying black pop music initiated civil rights but i do know as a little white kid (and a Yankee, just  minutes from Manhattan), it was next to impossible to believe the shit going on in the deep south. There was no way to see another race as "different" when the girl groups (and Motown) were  constant companions in our ears and on our televisions.

The Brill Building streak was cut short by the appearance of the Beatles. Although they covered quite a bit of American R&B and pop early on, the Beatles changed the equation by writing their own material. From then on, few pop musicians of any real talent  turned to songwriting mills.

Greenwich also found time to pursue her own singing career, both solo and as part of the Raindrops with her husband Jeff Barry. Her own performances hit the charts although not as hard as her material performed by other artists but she has a special place in my collection. I grew up with this music. You couldn't help it in those days. It was everywhere. It sounds trite but you had to be there.



thank you Mandy Mullins for posting the (sad) news which i hadn't heard . i realize eveyone's upset about the latest dead Kennedy but i know what Mandy and i will both be listening to tonight!

check out this list of songs she wrote/produced: http://www.elliegreenwich.com/musicography.htm 
Friday, July 31, 2009 
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new one for august: Think Global, Act Loco
Friday, June 26, 2009 
Never can say goodbye?

By the time the Jackson 5 hit it big (1969) I was eleven, too old to take such “bubblegum” music seriously. Of course, I was listening to the Monkees then so I wasn’t as mature as I liked to think. My beloved Beatles had befuddled me with their moustaches and goo-goo-goo-joob lyrics and it was another year before I was smart enough to go back and discover what all the shouting was about.

I continued being, uh, grown-up in my musical tastes into my teens (as embarrassingly evidenced by the stack of Moody Blues records I still own) and thought the hallmark of my maturity was blowing off the keg parties on highschool graduation night to drink white wine at a Judy Collins concert with two college friends. By that time my teen buddies and I had disowned electric music altogether except The Band and, yes, the Dead (we huffed cheap Mexican weed like fiends) partly because we heard echoes of the folk and bluegrass we’d come to love. We thought our classmates were idiots for listening to J. Geils and Climax Blues Band (I still do actually). Even though I hung out in New York City in the late 70s (twenty minutes by bus from my parents’ suburban home) I wouldn’t have given the CBGB scene a thought even if I had known about it.

It took me another twenty years to discover punk rock (too busy living in a mountain cabin and farming and raising kids to give a fuck about music). It was the love of punk (early punk, real punk not that silly bad boy mosh crap) that led me back to a re-appreciation of pop and bubblegum which of course the first punks grew up with.

So now I adore the Jackson 5. But solo Michael Jackson? Again: missed it first time around being a hippie with no television, never cared for eMpTyV anyway. Thriller and all that made no impression. Good? Bad? Meh. Don’t care either way.

Am I sad Michael Jackson’s dead? Not particularly. Celebrity deaths are no more tragic than anyone else’s. Sounds like the guy had a fucked up life which is sad but millions of people lead equally fucked up lives every day, they just don’t make it into the papers. So why am I sad then when a James Brown or a Billy Preston or a Levi Stubbs dies? Certainly not because I’ll never have the chance to see them live. There’s nothing sadder than those PBS specials of 60s legends reuniting and 99% of them just can’t sing anymore. That’s no crime, its just age. Guess I’m moved to see people I think actually contributed something to music pass on. Still, its no tragedy when someone dies at the end of their life.

I don’t believe crotch-grabbing and moonwalking have anything to do with a lasting contribution to music. Wouldn’t have gone to see Michael Jackson on an all-expenses paid round trip with free tickets. I don’t hate him, I’m just indifferent. I mean its cool he was the first black artist to crack MTV an’ all but although he wasn’t personally the cause, his mega-success ushered in the era of that blockbuster mentality where little bands with real talent get no support from the label if they’re not zillion-sellers right out of the gate.

If I’m mourning anything its the childhood that was stolen from him by the Jackson 5's success and apparently by his megalomaniac father.

But The Love You Save is still a great fuckin’ song. I might even play it tonight.
Monday, June 22, 2009 
my alter-ego's bloggg. this one about genetically engineered organisms. worse than zombies.

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Monday, May 25, 2009 
http://www.thewigwambam.com/

http://www.thewigwambam.com/91.html

EASIER SAID THAN DONE

the ACTION DESIGN

ROXY EPOXY & the REBOUND

WHAT A CATCH KID!

EVA AVE & CARLOSAUR

ADAM BALBO

KEVIN HUME & the AMAZING SEGOVIAS  

the PORTER DRAW

PAN!C

the DIRTY NOVELS

CALICO

the CHERRY TEMPO

VIOLENTA

the LONG GONE TRIO

the HOLLOW LINES

the FOXX

SMALL FLIGHTLESS BIRDS

DIRT CITY RADIO

MARIA MERCURY

UNIT 7 DRAIN

CALICO

the HOPEFULS

LEECHES of LORE

DEAD ON POINT FIVE

VIOLENTA

the PARKINSONS 

SOUL MAN SAM & the SOUL EXPLOSION

the ROXIEHEARTS 

Wednesday, May 20, 2009 
Thursday, May 14, 2009 
alter ego's enviro-blogggg


 
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