tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333862096062705392024-03-20T19:24:26.450-07:00BLACK COFFEE & ROCK 'N' ROLLRecords, records, records and black coffee. Whilst drinking coffee, I will be posting up pictures, audio and info on my latest vinyl finds; Raw Blues, Hillbilly, Rockabilly, Surf & Instro's, Garage Punk, Soul, and Jazz...also random writings on music and records!j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-32461893352994015202022-07-16T00:47:00.002-07:002022-07-16T15:02:04.517-07:00Harry Partch: Archive of the Philosophic Music Carpenter Hobo<p style="text-align: left;"> <i> </i>An old college friend and I were chatting about records and music on
Facebook. We were sharing photos of recent finds and purchases, she shared a photo
of a Harry Partch LP; "The World of Harry Partch" on Columbia. If one finds a Partch record (that is in an affordable price range), it'll probably be this one. This LP marked the first occurrence of his work being released on a major label. It, no doubt, made him more visible as an artist. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHEysa_yzip2WK8DMwQdZzc-t_dKoPqqJ_pzq5CP7n5hWfwiONcYkdcgluKC0l0i2mHcbR2lk8xAca5kuutaZbnODCWpUFXTBO-o3RXATgs7hZV-bdv4VTLPbVHD7qQuMSwuz-R3Je4wm7_JNfm0bjNBYNmscTEGUDDZjrNxy4DV2JacKPpIVlpcQww/s1080/20220715_224631.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="969" data-original-width="1080" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfHEysa_yzip2WK8DMwQdZzc-t_dKoPqqJ_pzq5CP7n5hWfwiONcYkdcgluKC0l0i2mHcbR2lk8xAca5kuutaZbnODCWpUFXTBO-o3RXATgs7hZV-bdv4VTLPbVHD7qQuMSwuz-R3Je4wm7_JNfm0bjNBYNmscTEGUDDZjrNxy4DV2JacKPpIVlpcQww/s320/20220715_224631.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The World of Harry Partch" LP (photo by April Ridge)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> I'm a long time
fan and admirer of Partch.......I am also prone to falling down rabbit holes. I
started researching Partch; watching videos, listening to the music, and
reading articles, essays and perusing websites. I eventually discovered that
his archive is roughly 40 minutes away from my residence. <div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yJ8I2ovRoY7PJ9RD6zehcEFpgKZcyzFCP_HjYw4E63OG6EUssQXmcm72U6foCrgUl1qSGq3XPlHysH3KpWzaXEs00PPxZMGwd04YLIMifB1BngQac_RlmLTNeo_1E0QcXAUSyCVUd5ijsvdCJ-skY1EJSsRZfJQV4BlE6nrjMJPgGuyqV3JbV7nPeQ/s4032/20220708_143359.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yJ8I2ovRoY7PJ9RD6zehcEFpgKZcyzFCP_HjYw4E63OG6EUssQXmcm72U6foCrgUl1qSGq3XPlHysH3KpWzaXEs00PPxZMGwd04YLIMifB1BngQac_RlmLTNeo_1E0QcXAUSyCVUd5ijsvdCJ-skY1EJSsRZfJQV4BlE6nrjMJPgGuyqV3JbV7nPeQ/w400-h300/20220708_143359.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch playing instrument </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> I (without a second thought)
decided to take the day off of work so my son and I could spend the day at the
Partch Archive, maybe hit up some records stores and find some video games for
my son. With a big ol' cup of coffee in hand, we hit the road, stopping at an antique store where I found a few
records.
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The Harry Partch Archive is located on the University of
Illinois campus in Champaign, Illinois. It is housed in the Harding Band
Building (The Sousa Archives and Center for American Music). Every piece of
sheet music that traveled with Sousa and his band is stored there, along with
the archive of cornetist Herbert L. Clarke. One can also find there, some of
the great photographs taken by Della Perrone and various artifacts concerning
the legendary C-U music scene (Vertebrats, Elvis Brothers, Scream, etc). When
we arrived, the archive coordinator met us around back. The Center had recently erected
two amazing exhibits on the early history of the saxophone (The Brown
Brothers, Tom Brown, Big Band, etc) and one on key figures in electronic music. The things I
found most interesting were the displays on The Musical Spillers, a
mixed-gender, all-black vaudeville act from the 1910s and the electronic
sound devices of James Beauchamp. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqagxvf7iwov9NpovmcFMkH5sT5wHj1xkz2DFxBU2NotxMwAMOF1J0wXCRS2CCJ7rS9lXO6BST2Pi2KdIpSnLwTlYjYP1EW5Ykxt2flnPAnBS885-7kVcHHt5X-GyMCX-SvQv1PZffPGGeSh7jp3hW5bEYNP4y31MaqU3uPjfmooGc14ZciQ6du9TZA/s4032/20220708_142239.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqagxvf7iwov9NpovmcFMkH5sT5wHj1xkz2DFxBU2NotxMwAMOF1J0wXCRS2CCJ7rS9lXO6BST2Pi2KdIpSnLwTlYjYP1EW5Ykxt2flnPAnBS885-7kVcHHt5X-GyMCX-SvQv1PZffPGGeSh7jp3hW5bEYNP4y31MaqU3uPjfmooGc14ZciQ6du9TZA/s320/20220708_142239.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Musical Spillers. 1910s.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTeGvX2f2HiyBkl9Dw0qFILfqKWrrr-PiSvVmVfd_b_VFkalNs2Qe8exhON4fA5kNNudvF3ucX7qo3HxdfyDutEdpQBWWg492AZthI4RGZS91f5bslhDcHb6Kl_P8opFnDqe6peIaeY2vGxU0kXlSQWfJTYsYoxiq8ehGORiaKAsm-P34GXXjLYqERw/s4032/20220708_141000.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTeGvX2f2HiyBkl9Dw0qFILfqKWrrr-PiSvVmVfd_b_VFkalNs2Qe8exhON4fA5kNNudvF3ucX7qo3HxdfyDutEdpQBWWg492AZthI4RGZS91f5bslhDcHb6Kl_P8opFnDqe6peIaeY2vGxU0kXlSQWfJTYsYoxiq8ehGORiaKAsm-P34GXXjLYqERw/s320/20220708_141000.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My son Silas in front of Electronic sound device</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDEdsmv-JgmZRwMs_xzWQxOt_0K907Ka_Xj9BpsWq173qb0Vtr3-qGX8Wu05LBMCW1prf1rAqSWc1GKfYjiJBFIYsV6FTxcol-j5uW5KY-_NnCfm9YPKIWndCW1o6IzuonlbodU9U1dsMxZCQZMB3XZQuGeoHVdnNCik6ZXZOE2F53tRH8kpd5xQhHw/s4032/20220708_140736.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEDEdsmv-JgmZRwMs_xzWQxOt_0K907Ka_Xj9BpsWq173qb0Vtr3-qGX8Wu05LBMCW1prf1rAqSWc1GKfYjiJBFIYsV6FTxcol-j5uW5KY-_NnCfm9YPKIWndCW1o6IzuonlbodU9U1dsMxZCQZMB3XZQuGeoHVdnNCik6ZXZOE2F53tRH8kpd5xQhHw/s320/20220708_140736.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Beauchamp electronic sound device</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br />
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Boxes upon boxes of sheet music, manuscripts, photos, recordings (nearly all media formats), videos, letters, notes and others papers, clothes, etc. Sadly none of Partch's musical instrument-creations-inventions were among the archive. Partch was well known, not only for laying the groundwork for experimentation in music but for inventing, developing and constructing his own unique musical instruments. The <b>Chromelodeon</b>, the <b>Zymo-Xyl</b> are but a few. The bulk of these instruments are stored in Seattle. Not being played. One of the first tidbits I can recall learning about Partch was the witty statement that "he gets his instruments from the aisles of the hardware store." This oft-repeated statement rightfully spells out the level of his artistic/creative eccentricities (this statement is often misattributed to Tom Waits). These instruments were tuned specifically to Partch's preferred just intonation and microtonal scales. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gq_FLKuzVQxywqn6h69zv4CdpTgQ0a9z5N_nnLkpX55D8V5os2BvZvuc83aI70M5RODNVr7sYY3ZDZSZhwYax3C9egP1XpDvKwdHEjILB1SQJdjPTVQZwaBhcH5hzD2hQ5Vb2hBybclnn40iZrkM4ok7wzh2NCjExtN6EaRb9FkHuNR9obpzJ7aJTA/s4032/20220708_143842.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gq_FLKuzVQxywqn6h69zv4CdpTgQ0a9z5N_nnLkpX55D8V5os2BvZvuc83aI70M5RODNVr7sYY3ZDZSZhwYax3C9egP1XpDvKwdHEjILB1SQJdjPTVQZwaBhcH5hzD2hQ5Vb2hBybclnn40iZrkM4ok7wzh2NCjExtN6EaRb9FkHuNR9obpzJ7aJTA/s320/20220708_143842.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Partch </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> His methods and theories went far beyond what was standard, or normal in Western music. Ultimately, he rejected the many traditions within Western music. He took influence from the music (and sounds) of China (Asia, in general). He is a key figure in the development of experimental music and all its styles (minimalism, music-concrete, etc). </div><div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GkSO2t9E4iJpEwo7yEUqrdv61fyyzUvpfhcpaA64GEfFhpb483znSX9NBykBMWTU1vvKlfeFri51xgM-1-ojLKQtWL1SnZzJYzOOBDhITqcBN61LQK04Ss2VBIgkXjyqCRy-2WEWM9g6ZaVGlDu9Mpcw8_Ol3HTNJRUQthKu97G7KSV4cBLq9BQW9Q/s4032/20220708_144650.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5GkSO2t9E4iJpEwo7yEUqrdv61fyyzUvpfhcpaA64GEfFhpb483znSX9NBykBMWTU1vvKlfeFri51xgM-1-ojLKQtWL1SnZzJYzOOBDhITqcBN61LQK04Ss2VBIgkXjyqCRy-2WEWM9g6ZaVGlDu9Mpcw8_Ol3HTNJRUQthKu97G7KSV4cBLq9BQW9Q/w400-h300/20220708_144650.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0Jv45HTsXyOnG53zdXOtDx-_T12trdJKLyaHG4uWFEGiNgqJA_YFgjOgnn7MNp5AOoe8pcmy85YmmC1DqPhrNOE6LrvfMdCDaEs2WrHkGzjtQCBnq03_9wFzu-B316MAlla7AZEYpfudf8eY3kXRUsden5NEYwDo3RXFUHIU5tOjtkJbaxuCNNEQxg/s4032/20220708_144516.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt0Jv45HTsXyOnG53zdXOtDx-_T12trdJKLyaHG4uWFEGiNgqJA_YFgjOgnn7MNp5AOoe8pcmy85YmmC1DqPhrNOE6LrvfMdCDaEs2WrHkGzjtQCBnq03_9wFzu-B316MAlla7AZEYpfudf8eY3kXRUsden5NEYwDo3RXFUHIU5tOjtkJbaxuCNNEQxg/w400-h300/20220708_144516.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqNflhE5QBVihOzzJUSqTQtlXX1ko9dhJ-MlkHFVhJT3xuIcImlpb9xCfxcGEm9RudT91DOo6sBOE9wZJqWOquxB3DoSfnWEAuba45Y1NB-eDWIcOb43YfNsJFZ63hb8LarYX4C-Vzmj7v7XRQuTlxIyhrDtJYyH4MF8YTCjHx9yawqiiWZbl6ldJFw/s4032/20220708_144446.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqNflhE5QBVihOzzJUSqTQtlXX1ko9dhJ-MlkHFVhJT3xuIcImlpb9xCfxcGEm9RudT91DOo6sBOE9wZJqWOquxB3DoSfnWEAuba45Y1NB-eDWIcOb43YfNsJFZ63hb8LarYX4C-Vzmj7v7XRQuTlxIyhrDtJYyH4MF8YTCjHx9yawqiiWZbl6ldJFw/w400-h300/20220708_144446.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> My personal favorite piece by Partch is the folk-like "U.S. Highball." It concerns a ramblin' hobo named Slim. Slim makes a grand journey across the U.S. The influence of this particular work on artists like Tom Waits or Nick Cave is instantly recognizable. "U.S. Highball" is one of his earliest recorded and published works. We were able to view the original manuscript (with handwritten notes). It was a beauty to behold. His notations were meticulous, exact, and organized. Each individual instrument had its own notes, every aspect had to be precise. Partch even viewed the musician as part of the work. The musician had to appear a certain way. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBEXbUugFs4g4iPawkiQ5BPFCPOW0EH8I8QOypPS-wC-75jjzg2PLPaAk4P4nycteyr6JaOSvfwkZA8o5hY6gv5kGxWtJX4v1RiCi_PXOb4nyZVq45T68SQfdkQXs3dzzK5hVUz4u5TTWATZbP6dXJmLgXFMw84IG69174MkN7zJeyQFkWmobzWh2iA/s4032/20220708_143139.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibBEXbUugFs4g4iPawkiQ5BPFCPOW0EH8I8QOypPS-wC-75jjzg2PLPaAk4P4nycteyr6JaOSvfwkZA8o5hY6gv5kGxWtJX4v1RiCi_PXOb4nyZVq45T68SQfdkQXs3dzzK5hVUz4u5TTWATZbP6dXJmLgXFMw84IG69174MkN7zJeyQFkWmobzWh2iA/w300-h400/20220708_143139.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Partch and others working</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUK0XTGait-in--yx8XNHpDUFRO3-TRiLyVzE5QMqhaJ4qWFKQbGErtEX55HbgAysnEfXGVS7OGWyHBd1KtzYf6nB-1X3VEPyU1xVWAd4QXNhjPlOJGBMuOU4J4eyNSmmA64aMtTA6JnDrA7oVGQN_yDbl-zVgnifnmFKq2hb58KgbEHVIjuz00qR5og/s4032/20220708_143543.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUK0XTGait-in--yx8XNHpDUFRO3-TRiLyVzE5QMqhaJ4qWFKQbGErtEX55HbgAysnEfXGVS7OGWyHBd1KtzYf6nB-1X3VEPyU1xVWAd4QXNhjPlOJGBMuOU4J4eyNSmmA64aMtTA6JnDrA7oVGQN_yDbl-zVgnifnmFKq2hb58KgbEHVIjuz00qR5og/s320/20220708_143543.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Partch </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8bw22vrhXgSKwbCTdMvP8IA5F27wX0OHQeZ4KNeb_6txd2TbdYp43KZhNQLyuZZIycPxiI2_MlrkgORMyi6RKTiafbycbWIbSDTqc3fUYB_8RoIhNyGUgx4WPYomBEKll50UVjvRubU-Hw6NXrCOh4GzLr0t2NljupqHjNgV_exXaUMV_X8IVhF0Vg/s4032/20220708_143557.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8bw22vrhXgSKwbCTdMvP8IA5F27wX0OHQeZ4KNeb_6txd2TbdYp43KZhNQLyuZZIycPxiI2_MlrkgORMyi6RKTiafbycbWIbSDTqc3fUYB_8RoIhNyGUgx4WPYomBEKll50UVjvRubU-Hw6NXrCOh4GzLr0t2NljupqHjNgV_exXaUMV_X8IVhF0Vg/s320/20220708_143557.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harry Partch </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXuX3vlPyNQr-xlp40J2IdL_2p7zGMNKuLnKq_J9SfvG-SHQVengtOoe40ce1TolDZU3cynfDng-U3dBCX5LnBPRUms4yx0BBVTEhSCAyy3oI1i0DE-YjUhw-cP28tXLC5QMilzinnz20oCvbNFfWiyO8c3s2nO7l7doobMapoeBugzlP3tQo-SLeKQ/s4032/20220708_144230.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXuX3vlPyNQr-xlp40J2IdL_2p7zGMNKuLnKq_J9SfvG-SHQVengtOoe40ce1TolDZU3cynfDng-U3dBCX5LnBPRUms4yx0BBVTEhSCAyy3oI1i0DE-YjUhw-cP28tXLC5QMilzinnz20oCvbNFfWiyO8c3s2nO7l7doobMapoeBugzlP3tQo-SLeKQ/s320/20220708_144230.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Musician playing Partch instrument</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div> His way of life and his personality were just as eccentric and transgressive as his music. Iggy Pop described him as "the gay, hobo genuis." He traveled extensively, staying in Europe for a time. For many years, his travel within the U S. was done in the manner of a hobo. He lived off of grants or by doing odd jobs. He had an affair with a famous actor. He was known to be difficult to work with (think Captain Beefheart). Much of his music was accompanied by elaborate theater performances. In their totality, these performances were massive, exhaustive works of art. When you hear the cliche phrase of "doing it one's own way," a person exactly like Harry Partch is being described. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBIpX1j1yw4B8cSP1uq-61zdaRF7vx-gRUzRfdxgH0pf0JYWwyRMjWX5evBGF5Yj90zKzHmZCZeIKYLUBa-g6Q_bL3g6scJ6nRqfOOqM97V9FPHP70BCNCbkdXxDvQWF5TnikOGm0to73Z47FHzAdZRlErapI8UcMXP1W37jZr7ev0Uh6iV0Z7bZAsw/s2731/20220708_215726.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2731" data-original-width="2731" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNBIpX1j1yw4B8cSP1uq-61zdaRF7vx-gRUzRfdxgH0pf0JYWwyRMjWX5evBGF5Yj90zKzHmZCZeIKYLUBa-g6Q_bL3g6scJ6nRqfOOqM97V9FPHP70BCNCbkdXxDvQWF5TnikOGm0to73Z47FHzAdZRlErapI8UcMXP1W37jZr7ev0Uh6iV0Z7bZAsw/s320/20220708_215726.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delusion of the Fury manuscript </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrXSd-0nzB9g8UfMgQv4Hm7p9WkMVejHt_WkNtJijTbmPnkEAfxNVOGFdS6np44fA0JFcwtQQvcnVc7Hgqok6Cv3h5XMZBnnM7u5DGd9wnYNxY6HjW1-vRE4vdCvTfB2NKo6BXNglL2_xi3LnmuWpc3u07haULVIqHyOBaBEBL059WLLmFIWj3Gj1_OA/w400-h300/20220708_144939.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Partch, in my opinion, always seemed to have one foot in the world of Americana/folk music, while also deeply ensconced in the avant-garde and experimentation. He seemed to fit nicely along side Woody Guthrie and Peg Leg Howell while belonging to the class of artists like Satie, Stockhausen, John Cage and Phillip Glass. Part Everyman, part mad genius. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtFpGfMZknlzYnMUEgL6ZLpEm26UM5jUNbPjLY4YOCiAmDQCURnmj91TkD-UXs0Jnr8t6PLBaE_V5PEBrWNG5eqUmVb93_GiOtqxxonwT8kKwR4VzxIxSJ9lhlJfmIWogN4U9d8Bgw1PSorziDJQsJyIZb-LOCOrsYHo8P7z4JVMWS4NMmM8u_R0vyw/s3866/20220708_215548.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2767" data-original-width="3866" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigtFpGfMZknlzYnMUEgL6ZLpEm26UM5jUNbPjLY4YOCiAmDQCURnmj91TkD-UXs0Jnr8t6PLBaE_V5PEBrWNG5eqUmVb93_GiOtqxxonwT8kKwR4VzxIxSJ9lhlJfmIWogN4U9d8Bgw1PSorziDJQsJyIZb-LOCOrsYHo8P7z4JVMWS4NMmM8u_R0vyw/w640-h458/20220708_215548.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notegram from John Cage</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div> The Partch Archive is brought to you by one Danlee Mitchell. Partch was introduced to Mitchell in 1955 at U of I. The music theater performance "The Bewitched" was performed there in 1957. Mitchell later became Partch's heir and Executive Director of the Harry Partch Foundation. </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LCF1Xk_bdtUmn6pT-uIZVb0wjTejmKw5zP4k7QeE8Veh950rEr2Vup9KZGjoV0w2ETAmG9fqHpga7tIihvEr_4M-6CwYPq6zI073GD92g0OEyfXI0EOdGlJ25vGAqRc38mh25_BW-oSoIdL5d7RPKJj54LWQc9CpxLyYjq8pm0f13Oa0ebxMrCh2fQ/s4032/20220708_144219.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LCF1Xk_bdtUmn6pT-uIZVb0wjTejmKw5zP4k7QeE8Veh950rEr2Vup9KZGjoV0w2ETAmG9fqHpga7tIihvEr_4M-6CwYPq6zI073GD92g0OEyfXI0EOdGlJ25vGAqRc38mh25_BW-oSoIdL5d7RPKJj54LWQc9CpxLyYjq8pm0f13Oa0ebxMrCh2fQ/w400-h300/20220708_144219.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch percussive instrument</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvdudvkUj_5yWB-dcdEVL98azUfBWqlCGX0_3_oigLaldyt0sPLCygWHfB2zjCB8mVWSOxYzB8_jHbVIJbrl8M8aYCxC6aHhsj7gXpDgYZB4vKJ495CUwQfKF7_O_x9sdwCGbsCbNrT44fpVp2COJNv0ZydHyTbkfRPIYnKRgBnLpMVuCRz4VhI0FaQ/s4032/20220708_144203.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTvdudvkUj_5yWB-dcdEVL98azUfBWqlCGX0_3_oigLaldyt0sPLCygWHfB2zjCB8mVWSOxYzB8_jHbVIJbrl8M8aYCxC6aHhsj7gXpDgYZB4vKJ495CUwQfKF7_O_x9sdwCGbsCbNrT44fpVp2COJNv0ZydHyTbkfRPIYnKRgBnLpMVuCRz4VhI0FaQ/s320/20220708_144203.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3lE4fUJmDsjMccKqL-3Dr_T-ZIW5u-4ynTk7Tl6FFf4sZIEHOSuWiZhr6BA0o3IcClIeTc31YaB_u-fjbP7XWOYO3LUT_jPxIIvDC2Ycu2nnrDL2I3XFct3HtAPi03P26-sP6Qp_z0YLsPHDTCyrzKjyZOglggIK-Mm8f-RIN1r7wuC-CLvumJ_GTg/s4032/20220708_144124.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3lE4fUJmDsjMccKqL-3Dr_T-ZIW5u-4ynTk7Tl6FFf4sZIEHOSuWiZhr6BA0o3IcClIeTc31YaB_u-fjbP7XWOYO3LUT_jPxIIvDC2Ycu2nnrDL2I3XFct3HtAPi03P26-sP6Qp_z0YLsPHDTCyrzKjyZOglggIK-Mm8f-RIN1r7wuC-CLvumJ_GTg/s320/20220708_144124.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1-73jnXJYy7fFNkQYL4P7cgzBqnhv_uvT4GharpNitCAzpWpeTSO-DQMPdsLxPS5eMig_PutAOjahFDJyqWdbrzAdQrDbsMhyXhMpDMiEaE0cN3T5yRkDTIku-yABpH6Cw-A3Hta9kJSC3ZEVJdeSCv7GZEag0mkdogQPdHVpimhUam-eSHxIr9ulw/s4032/20220708_143909.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1-73jnXJYy7fFNkQYL4P7cgzBqnhv_uvT4GharpNitCAzpWpeTSO-DQMPdsLxPS5eMig_PutAOjahFDJyqWdbrzAdQrDbsMhyXhMpDMiEaE0cN3T5yRkDTIku-yABpH6Cw-A3Hta9kJSC3ZEVJdeSCv7GZEag0mkdogQPdHVpimhUam-eSHxIr9ulw/w400-h300/20220708_143909.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch music/theater performance </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Partch's influence went far beyond experimental music, the avant-garde, theater or Classical. A very early, perhaps not fully formed version of The Stooges were heavily influenced by Partch. Iggy Pop proudly played the vaccum as an instrument. Tom Waits' music career experienced a major shift mid-career, caused, in no small part, to the influence of Partch. Zappa and Beefheart had to have drawn influence from Partch, as well as many No Wave, Post-Punk and Noise bands. Any artist who experimented or sought to do away with tradition and convention, felt his influence. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Avyy1Jupj6ajNMG1EfBgEmGVWS0i5PkwDBeqCIzDpD6mGclqlYBbmsEGibsBUBCCElAh1YIbRZradVQEpbap9cLlysl0Zoub6WWwAC-_M2OaPqmMt33_TVZDuxc2S1Njg0vNCV5um5IdpcRUI4fSA0aWb_Zd0AFPGv0-0njtm_Mm-WFY1bWc9ar4uQ/s4032/20220708_143232.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Avyy1Jupj6ajNMG1EfBgEmGVWS0i5PkwDBeqCIzDpD6mGclqlYBbmsEGibsBUBCCElAh1YIbRZradVQEpbap9cLlysl0Zoub6WWwAC-_M2OaPqmMt33_TVZDuxc2S1Njg0vNCV5um5IdpcRUI4fSA0aWb_Zd0AFPGv0-0njtm_Mm-WFY1bWc9ar4uQ/w300-h400/20220708_143232.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch studio photos </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-jGkh9RUaOM4nPZt3pXZEU0qvBmfaJQ8pjiHBqHAbT0xsChd6a7--uQkAEsMzABKmVXhk4cXP3kF9hw8LvOuUCpEVE0ipYe9uX_86HWYMyH1KKoGH9qRYwhtqRF5TujbO4u1ZgeJzF6GYjxoDZZ7XFQJfGMRWPF0ejMJFxGMbNDqznp7ijJLmy-ltA/s4032/20220708_143150.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-jGkh9RUaOM4nPZt3pXZEU0qvBmfaJQ8pjiHBqHAbT0xsChd6a7--uQkAEsMzABKmVXhk4cXP3kF9hw8LvOuUCpEVE0ipYe9uX_86HWYMyH1KKoGH9qRYwhtqRF5TujbO4u1ZgeJzF6GYjxoDZZ7XFQJfGMRWPF0ejMJFxGMbNDqznp7ijJLmy-ltA/w300-h400/20220708_143150.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Partch studio photos </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> After several hours, my son and I departed the archive. There was so much we didn't get to see. Take some time out of one single day in your life and pay it a visit.....if only once. We then stopped at "Exile on Main Street," my favorite record store in the C-U area. I highly recommend it.</div><div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2VeOHMeCumOsBwLLrM7k-b2Oa_xS0mIPs3uAG5qPKXYzPqGUuOwC2-pQJ242M56Ws_GsNyRRFHE36MaQt7anHaMLhKIn_KkXQ1kzo6QC2JnbjSsx6YLk3c-OSllBCEuFH6dSJM4Ig5iLopach4c8kuxY7FCXVxB7ys9I-xJrOt8FvYuIFMS-lyzmxQ/s1266/20220715_224645.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1266" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2VeOHMeCumOsBwLLrM7k-b2Oa_xS0mIPs3uAG5qPKXYzPqGUuOwC2-pQJ242M56Ws_GsNyRRFHE36MaQt7anHaMLhKIn_KkXQ1kzo6QC2JnbjSsx6YLk3c-OSllBCEuFH6dSJM4Ig5iLopach4c8kuxY7FCXVxB7ys9I-xJrOt8FvYuIFMS-lyzmxQ/s320/20220715_224645.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Exile on Main Street" record store in Champaign, Illinois </td></tr></tbody></table><br /> I picked up a 2nd pressing of Bowie's "Heroes" (at the time, I was on a mid-to-late 70s Bowie kick thanks to a podcast I had been listening to), a West Indies reggae original LP by The Mustangs (pressed in the Bahamas), an early 90s 45 by great punker Jeff Dahl, and a 60s instro 45 by some band named The Spins. At the antique shop, prior to visiting the archive, I picked up an original US pressing of The Soft Machine's 2nd LP, some odd local LP, a nice 78⁹⁹⁹ box full of 78s (hillbilly singer Clayton McMichen being the pick of the litter), and a spoof mag, from 1955, called "Cockeyed." It's basically a "Photoshop" prototype.</div><div><br /></div><div> It was a great day. A day constructed of many musics is a day of many revelations. </div><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkfNhxQ5k-6lHG0USAqdA83Dc3zgRHzqcvuAtcHKVbz7KGbS4bN1iWllZIs57hGuJU-MT-IVcPECp272YVZ-bsqwKnxKimiIG0VjtKQxCN1YxvFA_CPpfDQNZTsmX4nxjohPrncDP9kiY1hYqMdF7SBU9ZuKIc5rDUVbBg57N3clof-27P649lLi1Cw/s3004/20220709_020822.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3004" data-original-width="3004" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkfNhxQ5k-6lHG0USAqdA83Dc3zgRHzqcvuAtcHKVbz7KGbS4bN1iWllZIs57hGuJU-MT-IVcPECp272YVZ-bsqwKnxKimiIG0VjtKQxCN1YxvFA_CPpfDQNZTsmX4nxjohPrncDP9kiY1hYqMdF7SBU9ZuKIc5rDUVbBg57N3clof-27P649lLi1Cw/s320/20220709_020822.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Bowie "Heroes" 2nd pressing </td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuAGZ02QOSbstLbDF8Ak6PWdriF9LzzmqBubbXDi9rILdxFTRhcB7hFCOAsHbyLaIdjjebwW8yHa3u-IEFiFijfIvLcY41WX62joIZ5BRWs0bC9u3qMwMOD7rt-3edbkSAyhAm7gIgR1hDcX-RHRaXA9oa8RByQz0j3qJnWlubbmYEFalwTuKMMaAuw/s3024/20220709_020808.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2905" data-original-width="3024" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOuAGZ02QOSbstLbDF8Ak6PWdriF9LzzmqBubbXDi9rILdxFTRhcB7hFCOAsHbyLaIdjjebwW8yHa3u-IEFiFijfIvLcY41WX62joIZ5BRWs0bC9u3qMwMOD7rt-3edbkSAyhAm7gIgR1hDcX-RHRaXA9oa8RByQz0j3qJnWlubbmYEFalwTuKMMaAuw/s320/20220709_020808.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mustangs Reggae/Bush Music (from Bahamas)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5yDLM1u35OdBR4mI6dnBcRo-9Zj9dsH5uduFFgS_pKByoap0Mlho1nAnOjlF9Gz81rrCnop6Ggx_8w_PhQOVLz6YHyXDbBXrzXU22qaakiQWJrOH0FJaLU4o4hp38GU5kal1kfkj5VhdnaNsFC-c3Kc9lxCQMYYRKtZiCkR3VEWOhW8wxdGqYg0gLQ/s4032/20220709_010328.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic5yDLM1u35OdBR4mI6dnBcRo-9Zj9dsH5uduFFgS_pKByoap0Mlho1nAnOjlF9Gz81rrCnop6Ggx_8w_PhQOVLz6YHyXDbBXrzXU22qaakiQWJrOH0FJaLU4o4hp38GU5kal1kfkj5VhdnaNsFC-c3Kc9lxCQMYYRKtZiCkR3VEWOhW8wxdGqYg0gLQ/s320/20220709_010328.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early 90s punk rock<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW39cBoE2bqeIG-oplXqD8iqfmbU0mvEXDtcZn2i13GUtjequJ8C17qA3fFxpjwieBkuoHHMiExjBB7w0KLwFIrb6m7FZEatdeblpBvCaxrHN8oNeWky8O4ijhzxV6cbsLQvHM09uUHISpqqPP_-3SDZbp6f3UDzWqttBbPsUY-I7k_jQflnb947eyUA/s4032/20220709_010319.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW39cBoE2bqeIG-oplXqD8iqfmbU0mvEXDtcZn2i13GUtjequJ8C17qA3fFxpjwieBkuoHHMiExjBB7w0KLwFIrb6m7FZEatdeblpBvCaxrHN8oNeWky8O4ijhzxV6cbsLQvHM09uUHISpqqPP_-3SDZbp6f3UDzWqttBbPsUY-I7k_jQflnb947eyUA/s320/20220709_010319.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">60s instro<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-9368858023175028832018-08-10T02:12:00.000-07:002018-08-10T02:12:47.848-07:00There's more to Danville, IL than crime and Dick Van Dyke <br />
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There is more to Danville, IL than crime and Dick Van Dyke. There was
some great and legendary (and rare!!!) music recorded there. But no one,
besides record collectors and RnR fans, seems to know, or care, about
Danville's RnR history. Especially its own citizens. The names Arlie
Miller, Dean Carter and Jim Foley are huge names to RnR/Rockabilly
collectors. Each one of them came from Danville. And it kills me that
there isn't a "Dean Carter" street. But more on them later. <br />
<span class="text_exposed_show"> I'm going to publish a series of blog posts, each one featuring a
different record from Danville, IL. I could do this with just about any
town! But Danville is only one shitty nowhere town away from me. So I
find a lot of music from Danville. <br /> Rockin' black gospel is a
genre that I love and love collecting. Most of it is merely RnR.....that
just happens to be about Jesus. Personally, I think the realm of art is
the best place for religion. That is a different subject though. Anyone
can enjoy this fine, energetic and soulful music; even heathens. <br />
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This Gospelaires record might be my favorite black gospel LP ever. The
Gospelaires formed sometime around 1950. The band went through a number
of line-up changes by the time "Come to Jesus" was recorded in 1970. Released on
the small label "Jordan." Produced at Midnight Sound Studios by Arlyn
Miller. It is a RITE pressing (manufactured in Cincinnati). This band/LP
is not related to any other band called the Gospelaires. I'm not for
sure the extent of their discography, this label probably only
released Gospelaires records. I do know some 45s exist. Listen to a few songs at the links below. There's more to Danville, IL than crime and Dick Van Dyke!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://youtu.be/laRVMy5oQrg" target="_blank">The Gospelaires - Oh Lord</a><br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/0cXFUVga-2A" target="_blank">The Gospelaires - Glory Hallelujah</a><br />
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<a href="http://thatsallritemama.blogspot.com/2011/05/gospelaires-on-jordan.html" target="_blank">That's All Rite Mama</a><br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> *A book review I wrote. Originally published in French 'zine "Rockin'." It deserves a re-posting here on this blog, as it is an excellent read. Pick up a copy by following the link at bottom (Bopalacious.com). The author is currently working on a 2nd novel. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“RAT WAX: A book
review by Justin Lee Russell of ‘Record Weasels’ by Dick Blackburn”</div>
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The desire to collect various
things is a very basic, fundamental concept of humanity and civilization. From a
more primordial perspective, it is a way to survive. Needless to say; we
collect food, clothes, money; even ideas and emotions. Some of us more,
slightly damaged individuals, take it a step further: records, baseball cards,
autographs, post cards, matchboxes, movie posters, comics, vintage furniture,
salt and pepper shakers, Elvis memorabilia, classic cars, sexual partners, and
pornographic films. I’m sure there is some wretched degenerate, somewhere out
in the world; with a collection of pubic hair belonging to celebrities. The
list of things people collect is nearly endless. Go to the local pharmacy, some
confused and frail grandmother has a massive collection of clip-out coupons.
When she goes home, she lies in a pile of thousands of beanie babies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Collecting is, usually, harmless. But as author Dick
Blackburn magnificently shows us in his brilliant, but weird novel; collecting
has its dark side. Obsessing, cataloging, alphabetizing, numbering, assorting,
discovering, chronological order, color-coding, instinctual purchasing, the
mathematical breakdown of one’s paycheck, the secrecy, the little white lies
that one tells oneself and perhaps a significant other. Collecting can touch
upon some heavy advanced psychology. Sometimes collecting and obsessing can
deliver one into the bosom of a profound and abounding joy, other times one might
find himself dead in the potholes of some dark, lonesome, and dank downtown
alley with a switchblade thrust deep into the thoracic cavity of the chest. Or
if you are lucky; it will just destroy your marriage, disappoint your love
ones, or cause your utilities to get disconnected, it will make you wreck your
Trans Am, or put your widescreen TV in hock, or get you in trouble with petty idiotic
criminals. In Dick Blackburn’s bizarre and darkly comedic novel, almost all
these things happen to its score of colorful characters. Criminals,
backstabbers, Indian-givers, bitter impregnated lovers, judgmental mothers,
lascivious shysters, and money hungry double-dealers constitute the perfectly
dysfunctional corrupt world contained within the feral pages of “Record
Weasels.”</div>
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The reader will go on a mad, twisted
journey with Kevin the novel’s anti-hero. The reader’s emotions and ability to
discern, or “read” into his fellow humans will be tested. The electricity of
neurons will short. Social connectivity will backfire. Kevin is both affable
and despicable. He is constantly on a precipice, ready to leap into full
realization of either characteristic. He is vermin, shirking and swindling, in
the burrows with other vermin. The reader will feel sorry for those around
Kevin; especially for Marlene, his significant other. One will find himself
thinking: “at least he is addicted to records and not heroin,” or “he could be
into dealing with drugs, firearms, and human bodies but isn’t,” or “Marlene
should be glad he collects records and not child porn”. The author, perhaps
inadvertently and in conjunction with psychology, lends the novel a moral
sense. There are definitely lessons to be learned within this novel. The
inner-workings of both love and hate will be explored and there is plenty for
the existentialist. One will realize that the concept of human relation is a
wondrous, but greatly burdening thing. Perhaps, sometimes……maybe we’d do better
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Mr. Blackburn knows his subject
matter and, exhaustively, did his research; this makes for an easy read. He
delves into the world of record collecting, record history, the vinyl record
industry, and music history. Record labels, record pricing, record grading, the
exact year records were recorded, the various genres and sub-genres, their chart
positions, and the individual record histories. It is very esoteric. The
lucidity and ease of his writing and the universality of collecting and obsession
combat this, and brings mass appeal and interest. This novel is for anyone who
has collected something, or even anyone who has been in love. </div>
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This novel, most assuredly, fits snugly into the long and dark history of the dime store novel, noir fiction,
and pulp fiction. It seems to engulf the various pulp genres and it reads like
such, but has enough ultra-violence, hopped-up sex, modern conversation, and
blockbuster action to feel completely new, original, and refreshing. The
hipsters will call it “vintage” or “retro”. When reading this novel, authors
like James Ellroy will come to mind. Also, one can get a whiff of Louis
Ferdinand Celine’s dark pessimistic humor, the scathing brutality of Selby, the
cool of the Beat poets, and the nervous, weird, and perverted awkwardness of
Crumb.</div>
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Fans of Tarantino, the Cohen
Brothers, Woody Allen, Kevin Smith, the quirkiness of Wes Anderson, and film noir will love this novel. I mention film and filmmakers, because one truly
awesome and peculiar characteristic on Blackburn’s novel is that it seems to
transcend and defy the limitations and the drawbacks of a novel. It isn’t
stuffy, nor does it ever feel congested, bloated, or overbearing. It seems to
flow freely between the different artistic mediums, in that; although it is a
novel, it feels like a comic and at other times like a film. This is a unique
effect. It screams from its physical prison of book form, to be transformed
into a screenplay and, ultimately, an indie-film. It wants to be a comic series
or an instant cult classic film. </div>
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Yesterday morning I drank a pot of strong black coffee and felt a surge of urination....and inspiration. Namely, to write. To write about music. So I decided to fire this blog back to life. I started by searching through my collection and revisiting my photos, notes and lists of all the records I had accumulated over the past few years. It has been a long time since I last posted on this blog. The first records, that came to mind, were these two 25 cent thrift store finds.<br />
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I am as much a fan of non-English language music as I am music in English. I always make it a point to search out the music and the records. French YeYe is a huge favorite (I've always been a Francophile). French Chansons. Piaf, Brel, Gainsbourg, Lucienne Boyer, Sylvie Vartan, Brigitte Fontaine, etc. I seek out music from all over the world and from all cultures. African Zulu music. Arab folk music. Dabke (check out Omar Souleyman). Japanese Koto instrumentation. Exotica. Korean Pop. Calypso. Mento. And avant-garde and noise music is not, at all, limited by the language spoken by those making the music.<br />
I enjoy not being able to completely understand the words, but still comprehend the "feel" of the piece of music. The voice becomes a musical instrument, to a further extent than if it was sung in a language I understand. One is not burdened by the verbal contents of the song; the narrative, the meaning, or any message being imparted. No images or ideas force their way into your head. You have to take the music at face value. You have to accept that a certain element of the song is beyond you and, well, that is because you are ignorant of that element. All you hear are rhythmic and melodic human sounds. It is important to have some knowledge on other cultures and music is a great place to start. It goes towards one's worldview.<br />
These two "Hit Parade"-type compilation stereo LPs were pressed in Germany in early 1960. On Polydor Records. The LPs cover European music from 1959-1960. Artists include Hazy Osterwald, Peter Kraus, Honey Twins, Ivo Robic, Peter Alexander, Tommy Kent, among others. Genres include Rock 'n' Roll, Big Band and Pop. And the more traditional popular genres/styles like "foxtrot" and "tango." A number of these songs are translated versions of popular American RnR songs. Some of these artists were hugely popular and prolific.<br />
Hazy Osterwald's "Kriminal-Tango" is a standout track. Hazy was a Swiss Big Band musician. Here he adopts a more RnR style. "Kriminal-Tango" was a 1960 Austrian film directed by Geza von Cziffra. I love the sinister "crime-jazz" feel of this tune. There is something very pleasing about the way he sings the song title. There are covers of the song. They are mostly by obscure artists. Punk band Die Toten Hosen did a decent cover. I can think of a few artists who'd render fantastic covers; Johnny Cash, Scott Walker, Nick Cave, Tom Waits or Blixa Bargeld. Also, an R&B/Vocal group cover would be cool. And a Rockabilly version. I found these LPs years ago and I am still very much intrigued with this song.<br />
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Another excellent track is by Austrian teen rocker Peter Kraus. "Susi sagt es Gaby" is very typical of late 50's/early 60's teen rock 'n' roll. Similar to guys like Robin Luke and Sanford Clark. France's legendary Johnny Hallyday instantly comes to mind. "Susi sagt es Gaby" is from the 1960 film "Kein Engel ist so rein." These LPs are invaluable resources. They show that the phenomenon of RnR spread the world over. They're a fractional glimpse into a time in RnR history that has been unfairly and drastically obscured by "Hippy" Rock, Classic Rock, The Beatles, Eric Clapton and The Eagles. The world of early RnR is infinitely interesting and weird. Unfortunately, it came and went. Frozen in time. <br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/xYXbIfV_eU4" target="_blank">Hazy Osterwald - Kriminal-Tango </a><br />
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<a href="https://youtu.be/LT3rNg-gU3w" target="_blank">Peter Kraus - Susi sagt es Gaby</a><br />
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<b>My music listening experience usually involves a scratchy hair-line
cracked blues 78, or an obscure Midwest garage 45 covered in sticker
goo. My motto these days is "after '65 it's pick and choose," thus
relegating myself to a most uncomfortable plight; that of the
disgruntled music fanatic that declares there is no good music anymore.
So there is a need to be modern, to search it out, and to aid in the
survival and preservation of the spirit of pure individualism in music,
similar to preserving those fragile rare-as-hell country blues 78's.<br />
Enter Gabriel Hart, tortured musical genius and front man of two
legendary L.A. bands: The Starvations and Fortune's Flesh. These bands
set the soundtrack to an education in inebriation, the dull thump of
brass knuckles slamming into the center of one's face, floor fuckin' in
rat-like dwellings, the blare of the siren on the ambulance as you're
taken by the hospital for a clean up before they carry you to your jail
cell. Aw, that jail black coffee!!! </b><br />
<b> But times change, you have to abandon your abandoned hell and ensconce
in something a little healthier. So we arrive at Gabe Hart's 4th
project, the nine-piece "gang of musicians," Jail Weddings. Their
fresh-out-of-the-oven offering is the EP "Inconvenient Dreams. A beauty
of a musical junkpile that beckons to take the listener on some strange
trip, upon first listen one finds himself feeling lonely at some kind of
bizarre mid-sixties teenage talent show set in the bayou of Louisiana.
An itchy sense of modern day paranoia love confusion creeps in through
the beat of the drum and the "girl group" vocals. You are left with the
understanding that love lost is love gained is love lost, and love ain't
perfect. "Cheat On Your New Lover With Me," displays some sweet crunchy
garage guitar work, "These Fleeting Moments" best exemplifies the
"death doo-wop" idea. "I'm My Own Doctor," tells the story of some sick
death-lover who takes he cues from a New Orleans hoodoo man. "(Do You
Think We're Gonna End Up On) Skid Row," brings in a heavy Dale &
Grace influence, had they been informed of our sick corrupt world here
in the 21th century. The last track "I Am Fucking Crazy," flirts with
absurd love. We've been turned inside-out, we now put our worse faces
forward. We've torn down the dam and let the evil waters flood our
neighborhoods, and in time little beautiful rivulets of melody will
bleed into the unscathed fields on the outskirts of town. All the while
the music of the Jail Weddings will be blaring from some loud speaker.</b> <a href="http://www.swamplandzine.net/Home.html" target="_blank">Swampland</a>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-34090258955806067552013-06-08T21:56:00.000-07:002013-06-09T11:32:53.072-07:00Little Lowell praises the Lord!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHQdLQLN2MuT-yowSuY8iWefsY1Pit4njuWi8sNiP6KR_DjhUJ7jG-kesyXnbq2LB6RQH8DEhyphenhyphen6uufvbgoqf1gpvczwOIIs7Ki9-dtsCNSX3oX4M49wPikzUbyBassJ-dqXTK8FB2XUbN/s1600/little+lowell.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHQdLQLN2MuT-yowSuY8iWefsY1Pit4njuWi8sNiP6KR_DjhUJ7jG-kesyXnbq2LB6RQH8DEhyphenhyphen6uufvbgoqf1gpvczwOIIs7Ki9-dtsCNSX3oX4M49wPikzUbyBassJ-dqXTK8FB2XUbN/s320/little+lowell.JPG" /></a> I came upon this very <i>different</i> and interesting LP at the local Goodwill. It is a 70's country gospel Rite Pressing. Little Lowell Mason, a.k.a "The Singing Midget" a.k.a "The world's smallest gospel singer, (and his group, The Masons) hail from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Mr. Lowell is 46 inches tall. I did not record the music for this post, just a photo of this amazing cover of this LP. <b>From the crazy and weird world of record collecting</b>. Also, enjoy this over-the-top comprehensive website profile on the man himself. The website profile features great pictures, a nice bio, and a "where is he now?" section with a link to his personal website. <a href="http://www.missioncreep.com/mundie/gallery/gallery14.htm" target="_blank">http://www.missioncreep.com/mundie/gallery/gallery14.htm</a> So don't let "The Little Man with the Big Voice" escape the confines of the sideshow that is the section of your brain that adores life's anomalies. And as an added bonus here is a very cool website/blog by the great Deke Dickerson. <br />
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Prison, murder, Death Row, and infidelity; what great subjects for a song. The writer of this particular song is none other than Marty Robbins. I don't think Marty himself ever cut this song. The way in which Rex Douglas sings it, it doesn't seem like it would have fit in with what Marty Robbins was singing in the late 60's. There does exist a version by Rex Allen on the "Hacienda" label. Although Rex Douglas' version is much more raw and rockin', Rex Allen gives it a good go. I love the feral honky-tonk damnation of this song. Just wild! Great guitar work! I love how it just chugs along, never decreasing it's pace. I really couldn't find much information on the artist or the label. So I ain't got too much left to write. I hope you all enjoy this sleazy 45 about the things that make the world go 'round....<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="347" width="425"><param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/config.xml" name="movie" /><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /><embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/5f36e543-3efd-49a1-a7c2-23cf85349cf9/config.xml"/></object>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-79293987685277932762012-01-25T14:23:00.000-08:002012-01-25T15:31:03.337-08:00A "Best" Side<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-vdN-3J11fKcBWj1yQHFhWnXEJ6mq9ZhNnWCXlpcYDRfjWpCrhnA5MOx2TDOkluY7UEl_t1gjwv6rAWJscCNGCOeFZOPrDwDRzrUM_7bBeKQTXZeeC1xButv4H1u69onGebzEH0BlD9G/s1600/manfredmann.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-vdN-3J11fKcBWj1yQHFhWnXEJ6mq9ZhNnWCXlpcYDRfjWpCrhnA5MOx2TDOkluY7UEl_t1gjwv6rAWJscCNGCOeFZOPrDwDRzrUM_7bBeKQTXZeeC1xButv4H1u69onGebzEH0BlD9G/s320/manfredmann.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701700733992136114" /></a><br /><br /> Apart from a couple great R&B covers, I've never really thought much of Manfred Mann. Don't get me started on "Blinded by the Light." While record hunting I always come across hundreds of copies of "John Hardy," and "Quinn (The Eskimo). I view those records as being a little on the weak side. This gem is the exact opposite. I found it in a lot sale that I bought. The A side is "Ragamuffin man." The A side is very poppish, not really my cup of tea. But when I flipped the 45 over, I was pleasantly surprised to hear this psychedelic dirge. I love its overall drone-like sound. The lazy, dreary, drug-induced vocals. The fuzz guitar. A pure 100% gold Psychedelic nugget! Definitely shines a new light on the Manfreds. <object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/config.xml" name="movie" /><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /><embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/08e2d187-54bd-480c-8474-97fb683552a9/config.xml"/></object>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-53749769458980754222011-10-22T13:43:00.001-07:002011-10-22T14:54:25.891-07:00Stan Jr.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekjkKThVCZ8gu90Z3gY_IoCB2RLhqX5eWnxvxWiHS_B_MLY0rX5EaquJ1RF1ivqI733oxCZJlELNEfSiL666CIJyuJhz0XX4kTOG4NcGeyIfMjUWAfI9WrMnomBjFo7Pm4Nv7YCmMlFVk/s1600/picsleeve.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgekjkKThVCZ8gu90Z3gY_IoCB2RLhqX5eWnxvxWiHS_B_MLY0rX5EaquJ1RF1ivqI733oxCZJlELNEfSiL666CIJyuJhz0XX4kTOG4NcGeyIfMjUWAfI9WrMnomBjFo7Pm4Nv7YCmMlFVk/s320/picsleeve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666427465622778738" /></a><br /><br /><br /> Nothing makes me happier than finding a picture sleeve (and the 45) from the 50's and/or 60's of an obscure country artist. It only helps that said artist has one of the coolest hairstyles ever! I recently found this picture sleeve in an abandoned warehouse, where an ex-record dealer keeps his left over records. By perhaps, divine intervention, it was nicely ensconced in the 25 cent box. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISXgVh8Rp1pbFp4nyh-RgZXn1kZL-LZR6xIX9wapFc3J6lJDIIZ38digmOK0Mvu0W2ZyZFL3jIUomLutprMp2aXIialsaYg0tDfCs58Lv-8qdWsz8WX6f1DOHVkCRf4Xn0aX_-gkJtyR1/s1600/stanjr.45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISXgVh8Rp1pbFp4nyh-RgZXn1kZL-LZR6xIX9wapFc3J6lJDIIZ38digmOK0Mvu0W2ZyZFL3jIUomLutprMp2aXIialsaYg0tDfCs58Lv-8qdWsz8WX6f1DOHVkCRf4Xn0aX_-gkJtyR1/s320/stanjr.45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666432196827365202" /></a><br /> Not much is known about Stan Jr. Some record-collector pals of mine in a Facebook group placed the record in about December '66. I also found out that someone named Curley Smith also recorded on the Bolt label. According to the short bio on the back of the picture sleeve Stan (Anderson) jr. started out in Rock n Roll bands at the age of sixteen, and upon a friends advice switched to Country & Western. I would say, with "Whoops," he kind of mixed both worlds. Nowadays, Stan jr. does some kind of traveling tribute/memories/oldies type of show. Perhaps he squeezes this song in! As it is a pretty decent song. The B side is a ballad that hasn't quite hit me yet, so I did not bother posting it. Stan Jr. can be found on Facebook, he also has a website, http://www.stanjr.net/ For your enjoyment Stan jr. With "Whoops," plus a photo of his awesome hair! <object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/config.xml" name="movie" /><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /><embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/24ea4d4e-9724-4932-8d57-98251192ddd0/config.xml"/></object>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-83769938629427243432011-03-25T14:15:00.000-07:002011-03-25T14:47:41.646-07:00Hillbilly in a Garage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg7ps5D0kgc-D2s1NTRqXfNuFtle3OMlQDfiZiEt6Jjw-jEqizO3DndLRE-CXjpgwFF_6alWv7xJLCcRZz85V1whZWvVnNIFbvhWwrnj-VBAAPiO47LPwkSKvzMLI7rO78miIMAXvIyPW/s1600/bob+withers.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheg7ps5D0kgc-D2s1NTRqXfNuFtle3OMlQDfiZiEt6Jjw-jEqizO3DndLRE-CXjpgwFF_6alWv7xJLCcRZz85V1whZWvVnNIFbvhWwrnj-VBAAPiO47LPwkSKvzMLI7rO78miIMAXvIyPW/s320/bob+withers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588132403280788978" /></a><br /> One sub-genre that is quickly becoming one of my favorites, is country garage. The possibility that said genre actually exists is probably very unlikely. This 45 could be considered country garage. Nice honky-tonk vocals and silly country-oriented lyrics; coupled with a more rock band sound, fuzz guitar included! I love the guitar work on this tune! <object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/config.xml" name="movie" /><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /><embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/3c249345-c6a9-4059-82a1-25ba2fc81e80/config.xml"/></object><br /> Not much is known about Bob Withers, definitely a 60's release. Much has been documented on the legendary Nashville-based Bullet label, aside from a couple other labels; Bullet is one of my favorites. I love most of the stuff released on the label and I love the design of the actually label on the record! They released some great early 50's hillbilly bop, as well as some killer R & B/blues.<br /> The 45 was more than likely recorded after Jim Bulleit sold the label to Red Wortham. Instead of writing out the entire label's history I will give you the link to their homepage <a href="http://www.bulletrecords.net/index.html"></a> http://www.bulletrecords.net/index.htmlj.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-70369693163815553272011-03-21T20:32:00.000-07:002011-03-21T21:06:03.839-07:00I've tried..............but failed<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qZjBo5lhPwqFsqXY0D6voJe7Q-aOf8yOHMp5RTtVXZIHtpnurwZDKJ9t4u9H7M9C_-2M1RkDxsz1ZI1vsJA7NJ66xyvWOiT00egex4NDFRFGLTscUowAYfiNhL6pGgjGz9UYm-EYrJxB/s1600/the+early+mourning.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9qZjBo5lhPwqFsqXY0D6voJe7Q-aOf8yOHMp5RTtVXZIHtpnurwZDKJ9t4u9H7M9C_-2M1RkDxsz1ZI1vsJA7NJ66xyvWOiT00egex4NDFRFGLTscUowAYfiNhL6pGgjGz9UYm-EYrJxB/s320/the+early+mourning.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586742657120604114" /></a><br /> <br /> Very little info can be found on most of the records I post on here, this one is no exception. This 1968 garage 45 out of Indianapolis by the Early Mourning reeks of teenagers, garages and ineptness. <object width="425" height="347" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param value="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/config.xml" name="movie" /><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /><param value="high" name="quality"/><param value="transparent" name="wmode" /><embed width="425" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/ecpPlayer.swf?initexemel=http://media.ecommerceplayer.com/76a4820a-d0a6-4dc0-b27e-0accfdc10ae3/config.xml"/></object> When I first played this 45, which I grabbed from an antique shop a few towns away, my immediate reaction was to put it up for sale; but it ended up growing on me in a big way. It is probably my favorite and weirdest garage rock 45 that I own. <br /> I love how the band sounds like they are barely hanging in there, and that a mistake can and probably did happen the first ten takes. The lack of a guitar solo, and the inability to keep time is proof of their ineptness. But, of course, that is the reason why I love the 45. <span style="font-style:italic;">This is proto-punk</span>. It also sounds like it could have existed in any decade, from the sixties up till today. I bet one could throw it on a compilation of "early tracks," by Lou Reed/Velvet Underground, or Neil Young or (90's grunge group) Nirvana. It is, inadvertently, ahead of it's time. Here is a link on Indiana 45s/bands that I find very useful and fun: http://indiana-bands-60s.blogspot.com/j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-32514298120868261442011-02-07T15:23:00.000-08:002011-02-07T16:38:51.232-08:00All your cryin' don't do no good.....Well, it has been a great while since I have posted anything on here. Frankly, it has been a long while since I have <span style="font-style:italic;">been able</span> to post anything on here. On the 21st of August, my wife and I tied the knot. I had to sell some big favorite 45s to help fund it, which kind of put me into a record-induced depression. The wedding was beautiful and stands as one of the greatest moments in my life, I quickly got over the loss of a hand full of records.July of last year, me and my wife's worst fear was brought to life. On November 4th 2010, our oldest son Ryman Lee Russell was diagnosed with Autism. In the month of July my wife called me ballin' her eyes out, she told me that the family doctor said that Ry was showing some red flags. July to November of last year proved to be the worst period of my life. We quickly saw the red flags that I and others (my wife had prior worries that he was showing signs) always thought were just quirky nuances. I thought that he was just like his dad, usually stuck in his own world and not that into people. In came a torrential downpour of emotions. We were forced to change our lives. We were lost, most importantly my son was lost.<br /> We started doing research like crazy, I must have read 50 or so books, read articles, watched documentaries, and put my energy towards contacting the people who could help. Anyway, to make a long story short; my son is now making improvements, he is steeped in therapy and biomedical treatments. We are no longer lost, he is no longer lost. And for the first time in a long time, I feel as if I can give at least an iota of my energy to something besides Autism. So I am bringing this blog back to live. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9tYixJO8bLGpFGJ27aOYHpwUYdOOSWLih8yAK8j5PJF8p5QGcktZxfB1P4OYJ9ARmTQpEE45oQAJYn7d-3MzapUKcHDXijv9UAGwy8rR3AIrZiIG2nhyphenhyphenVuwDim09unfM-yZ-uJA8Vqko/s1600/ry45.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9tYixJO8bLGpFGJ27aOYHpwUYdOOSWLih8yAK8j5PJF8p5QGcktZxfB1P4OYJ9ARmTQpEE45oQAJYn7d-3MzapUKcHDXijv9UAGwy8rR3AIrZiIG2nhyphenhyphenVuwDim09unfM-yZ-uJA8Vqko/s320/ry45.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571110822634203698" /></a><br /> Like most people do, I turned to music to help me deal with my emotions and feelings. I am a huge fan of Tom Waits, the man is a genius. I still shed a tear every time I hear Tom Waits' "Come on up to the House," the whole album is great. His songwriting is on par, if not better than Hank Williams. And this particular tune gives Blind Willie Johnson a run for his spiritual money. This song definitely got me through a really dark scary part of my life. <iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-GugzLSbOQE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-82808838460221407902010-05-03T18:20:00.001-07:002010-05-03T18:25:23.714-07:00Bonfire!.....part 1<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnh7EFEQHRGm2vqfmrL89RWCt1omskZa8h5z3dKm0zKzhDro-Zk9jFcrm9lgItj8Qa8q5i-RVgFMOiAAXi1I_mQ_mYW5HHfEBk2Kq6lBrDwwWbkGyfFoqL-Dg2jOWsbGDpkrGn6KyXdkD3/s1600/ronny+kay.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467216842840621586' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnh7EFEQHRGm2vqfmrL89RWCt1omskZa8h5z3dKm0zKzhDro-Zk9jFcrm9lgItj8Qa8q5i-RVgFMOiAAXi1I_mQ_mYW5HHfEBk2Kq6lBrDwwWbkGyfFoqL-Dg2jOWsbGDpkrGn6KyXdkD3/s320/ronny+kay.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a><br />Here is a devastatingly bad record by a Mr. Ronny Kay on Band Box records out of Denver, Colorado. Number 289. This Band Box discography <a href="http://www.globaldogproductions.info/b/band-box.html">http://www.globaldogproductions.info/b/band-box.html</a><br /> puts it in the early sixties, also shows some other 45s by him. This is basically all the info I was able to uncover on Ronny Kay and this 45. It is so bad, that <span style="font-style:italic;">it is</span> so good. I just get this picture/story in my head every time I listen to this 45. I just picture Mr. Ronny Kay, probably a very odd-lookin' fellow, walk into a studio with a shitty drum set. He is goin' on about a new song called "Bonfire" where he just yells "bonfire!" and beats up the drums. I imagine men in suits going, "why, this guy is crazy, I can't believe we agreed to do this!" It probably did not go like that, but I am for sure there is probably a really great story behind Ronny Kay and this 45. I would love to hear it! Sandy Nelson step aside!!!<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P778742411ab5644b1e3c983eefe69031bV19R1REYmJ1&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-25432869881803599872010-03-28T07:19:00.000-07:002010-03-28T07:35:33.440-07:00Junior Sollars and the Story of the Creepers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyegOPDszzE9CWz8ZHrQtDFkF8fXCr1lMrulZ3nsl0i_Gq-2cWr-muIKAuoMUkSku9QQea0P7wEjSwT3Qmunbls_KQJczDLjoE_urp1Ng5s2qB7ucQaVamPAZIKjLjzDsSeuO6mr-DSRg/s1600/picturepost1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTyegOPDszzE9CWz8ZHrQtDFkF8fXCr1lMrulZ3nsl0i_Gq-2cWr-muIKAuoMUkSku9QQea0P7wEjSwT3Qmunbls_KQJczDLjoE_urp1Ng5s2qB7ucQaVamPAZIKjLjzDsSeuO6mr-DSRg/s320/picturepost1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453692997220436578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVXEtKA1V6BcQmqTMJaK2qtmltNfJv4_ss3KxuIos63tU1rkFwjnHWC0FXA126dlpZfiqO6mj8wyWYYxwM3W3sGK-IVuS_A2R21B93laWyIGclx3BIlr2b-Pdn5sEi5cxBTZGiyPmPM6F/s1600/mainpicpost.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVXEtKA1V6BcQmqTMJaK2qtmltNfJv4_ss3KxuIos63tU1rkFwjnHWC0FXA126dlpZfiqO6mj8wyWYYxwM3W3sGK-IVuS_A2R21B93laWyIGclx3BIlr2b-Pdn5sEi5cxBTZGiyPmPM6F/s320/mainpicpost.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453692476740925266" /></a><br /><br /> I'm pretty sure all of you are familiar with the legendary Creepers 45 on Rene called "Jammin' Granny." Well I happen to live in the same small Indiana town as Creepers guitarist Willard Sollars Jr. (known today as Junior Sollars). On a whim, I found his number, and called him. We hung out for a couple hours. He was really cool, and had no idea how much his 45 is admired. I am thinking about doing a biography/documentary on him and the Creepers, as well as Harry Weger (the country singer who produced the 45).<br />He has a huge shed full of memorabilia and a lot of cool info on the band. His father, whose pictures really intrigue me, was a hillbilly singer in the 30's and 40's named Willard Sollars (also known as Webb Sollars). Which I plan to learn more about and perhaps get some recordings of. Junior told me some cool facts about the Creepers; Jr. Sollars, a right-handed guitarist, has only two fingers on his left hand! He also said that in '65 they tried to pitch the 45 to Sam Phillips at Sun, he has some rare recordings of the Creepers live, as well as music from some of his post-Creepers bands, and he stated that the Creepers made two LPs.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwREx88ZYxyAO65czrr8s0fSdZAoCGHTp7EuUFIXwgkRLHbUzv5EmVecbIA-wjkIOj5pJX7X9NFS9F3qJAgt6099P3vY_SN0bqmbvxJ6EXY3hxHh-EeToVVCbFS953M_DugXzokZLKchNy/s1600/picturepost2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwREx88ZYxyAO65czrr8s0fSdZAoCGHTp7EuUFIXwgkRLHbUzv5EmVecbIA-wjkIOj5pJX7X9NFS9F3qJAgt6099P3vY_SN0bqmbvxJ6EXY3hxHh-EeToVVCbFS953M_DugXzokZLKchNy/s320/picturepost2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453691065074447442" /></a><br />This is a huge project that I am undertaking, I think it would be cool to bring a lot of this stuff to light, and to uncover the career of his father, whose pictures make him out to be the "Howlin' Wolf" of country music. I already took a bunch of pictures that are just awesome. Please let me know what you guys think about me doing this, because you guys are the people who really care, and are the fans of the Creepers and their sole 45. Please email me if anyone would like to see some pictures! Please give me feedback! Thanks!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxqLaf6tJbw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxqLaf6tJbw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVbD2j9FlXA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVbD2j9FlXA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-78721468930358248182010-03-25T15:27:00.001-07:002010-03-25T15:34:02.314-07:00Rock N Roll & Children<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinmy_rDaXUHMBtKe7fiUcsLsVB72_reKz56QIpGsXWFFQNNcfKapqVZllWuQIEsQX4X5KsXRocvFKv-DUS_IFgSMgTxD6TH5an2wlk_mpsGN0aHS4rlnn1WAzoBeHc71TpfGRfsoLuPtg/s1600/silas+1st+week+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinmy_rDaXUHMBtKe7fiUcsLsVB72_reKz56QIpGsXWFFQNNcfKapqVZllWuQIEsQX4X5KsXRocvFKv-DUS_IFgSMgTxD6TH5an2wlk_mpsGN0aHS4rlnn1WAzoBeHc71TpfGRfsoLuPtg/s320/silas+1st+week+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452702980220414002" /></a><br />I took a few weeks off from most everything in order to have a child. My second son, Silas Wray Russell <br />was born on Friday, March 12th at 3:49 pm. Yes, he was named after Link Wray, in part. His mother's middle name <br />is Rae, so its kind of half and half. I can't think of a better middle name! So in tribute to my second son (and probably last) I give you Link Wray's "TV Baby." "TV Baby" is one of his earlier, more Hillbilly tracks. Great stuff!<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pab2142337521c63cc8a0ec0b526d3f41bV19R1REYmN8&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-15659735320595932812010-03-02T18:32:00.001-08:002010-03-02T18:32:49.772-08:00Shock Rocker<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1oodslfDxrTUhgV2OuhhyphenhyphenbBsZLzeCkIlRwTL5ED_moUVT71SuGwmoxQF0g_289GYUcBUdeDqGfmQjqkY5eZ_WplcYSnjsje_oPK15wA0z2WwKoBZdn_pH7l8yK1AcFlmU1HUgWyqTVgp/s1600-h/billygales.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444228685115283042' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1oodslfDxrTUhgV2OuhhyphenhyphenbBsZLzeCkIlRwTL5ED_moUVT71SuGwmoxQF0g_289GYUcBUdeDqGfmQjqkY5eZ_WplcYSnjsje_oPK15wA0z2WwKoBZdn_pH7l8yK1AcFlmU1HUgWyqTVgp/s320/billygales.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a>
<br /> You know a record is good, if the first few seconds of it are a declaration
<br />of love screamed from the top of the lungs. Oh, and it helps too if Ike Turner is at the piano. Probably, or should be, a big hit with the Northern Soul crowd. This record, from 1961, is a prime example of that transitional phase from rockin' R&B to a more soul sound. Prior to this 45, Billy Gayles (guess he dropped the y) played with Ike Turner's Kings of Rhythm. Great record, although it could definitely
<br />use some bluesy guitar work. "I'm Hurting," by Billy Gales on Shock; great name for a record label!
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<br />Billy Gayles with Ike Turner's Kings of Rhythm - I'm Tore Up
<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDfwQv367Qs<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pab9cd59aa44ee68bed0008b48bf243b4bV19R1REYmN9&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-81145490117661006152010-02-22T19:19:00.001-08:002010-02-22T19:29:02.646-08:00Pickin' strings with The Moore Brothers<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuIlhE2Cp250a0UfKpvu-oiwJNj8IFGA3p84UKcEid_iUU6ilX9DWiyOJ6F5rz5CuNr8hA_BIrqchptzKptVB60cKHn_h82XZMt5aQ98lQxU33pSXB1lzqipRW38FGZOLyHMbfhHGWvcY/s1600-h/moorebrothersblog.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250057765518194' alt='' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuIlhE2Cp250a0UfKpvu-oiwJNj8IFGA3p84UKcEid_iUU6ilX9DWiyOJ6F5rz5CuNr8hA_BIrqchptzKptVB60cKHn_h82XZMt5aQ98lQxU33pSXB1lzqipRW38FGZOLyHMbfhHGWvcY/s320/moorebrothersblog.JPG' style='margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a><br /><br />Refreshing is not really a word I reserve for bluegrass records. Although I love bluegrass music, a lot of it can get repetitive and way too rustic. Don't get me wrong, "Rank Strangers" and "The Willow Garden" are among some of my favorite songs off all time. But how many Reno and Smiley 45s does one actually need? It's mostly the fast instrumental stuff that can get repetitive. I love a nice mid-paced bluegrass murder ballad. Or a song like this one, by The Moore Brothers with the Pike County Hikers on Metropolis Records. From Warsaw, IN 1965.<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pe4cd001c17b41ca7e6d9cb601d93afe0bV19R1REYmNy&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwOI-svxafXaVD0h0DWaVjblU2Hq6KiliyAvxLb_rCQZGR-lvE_oi7OqGmtmdT-7_aeByn-ILjnhofYh65iJZM1aOXFDGtoHKectYa-KyPCp9RH9B0XEtvOoJXR7-87e9lA2rjM_yyGw8/s1600-h/Warsaw-indiana-downtown.jpg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441271573390918434' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhwOI-svxafXaVD0h0DWaVjblU2Hq6KiliyAvxLb_rCQZGR-lvE_oi7OqGmtmdT-7_aeByn-ILjnhofYh65iJZM1aOXFDGtoHKectYa-KyPCp9RH9B0XEtvOoJXR7-87e9lA2rjM_yyGw8/s320/Warsaw-indiana-downtown.jpg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;'/></a> A side, I lost the only love I ever knew. B side, You proved untrue. The writer is credited as Ray Moore, obviously a Moore brother. I am not for sure though, if it is the Ray Moore who had some 45's on Lee records out of Ohio.<br /><br />In my opinion, quite a refreshing record. Kind of gives me that same feeling I got when I first heard Curtis Gordon's "Tired of Crying". I've had this 45 for about a week, and I think I've played it perhaps 50 times. It went from being a VG record, to being a VG-. Just a great bluegrass record. No more no less. Oh yeah, never mind the continuous "pop" throughout the record; it has a huge scratch on it.<br /><br />A great database site on Indiana 45s: www.indiana45s.comj.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-57263344318450223562010-02-19T16:40:00.001-08:002010-02-19T16:43:18.020-08:00Cliff Carlisle Hobo Blues<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsNxRhOjHci5wx5enThRHZ-byvnjxZU648SGaub_f2IRzCOCAhaWcvhyphenhyphenxOrtUOjV3AQjWzHD5M-dfB9qP4AJwoPD8Q6osrgrt7PTs9JV538jL7OivD3tuMTOSvR39x9uG_mPEF5gbuk5H/s1600-h/cliffcarlisle.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440114464620178914' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVsNxRhOjHci5wx5enThRHZ-byvnjxZU648SGaub_f2IRzCOCAhaWcvhyphenhyphenxOrtUOjV3AQjWzHD5M-dfB9qP4AJwoPD8Q6osrgrt7PTs9JV538jL7OivD3tuMTOSvR39x9uG_mPEF5gbuk5H/s320/cliffcarlisle.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a><br /> Been a few weeks since my last post, been ultra busy buying and selling records. Had to go to Indy for a week and a half for the company I work for, not too much fun. I did however manage to sniff out some vinyl! I am, sometimes, at ends with the company I work for so when deciding to go out for some beer and food, I saw it fit to trek in the snow and freezing cold. A mile away from my hotel, I stumbled upon a massive antique shop. I got lucky. There is a formula that I follow when record hunting in antique shops. I ask the clerk if they have any records, she sends me to the quasi-collector's booth. Which means over-priced LPs, and 30.00 dollar Bill Haley 45s. But behind the 30.00 dollar Bill Haley 45, there may be a "VG Danny Ross on Minor" for a buck. I came home with a handful of 45s, and a couple 78s. Charlie Brown on Spinner. I will have to post that one eventually, a nice little hick bopper. Pulled out some Buddy Knox, Gene Vincent, Lloyd Price on Specialty, a Crickets 45, an eccentric Paul Curry 45 (with Roy Buchannan on guitar), New Colony Six on Sentar, some spooky Doo-Wop, Jimmy McCracklin, Johnnie & Joe on Chess, Shadows of Knight, The Strangeloves, and possibly the most x-rated 45 I've ever heard. <br /> But this Decca 78 by Cliff Carlisle stands out above the rest. I found it in a mostly Military booth. I believe it's from 1930. Although most disographies don't have this listed, under Decca releases at least. Two things that I love, that " White man's blues" sound (Jimmie Davis, has some great blues stuff also on Decca) and songs about hobos. This song has them both. I think brother Bill sings lead or back up on this, not for sure. Anyhow, great record by a great artist, enjoy! <br /> I've gotten so much stuff here lately, including perhaps my new favorite bluegrass 45, and a "rare as hell" Doo-wop compilation LP. I have a feeling, I will shoot out a handful of posts within <br />the next week or so. So stay tuned.<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P05538d7b942bf795444c262aeb59a064bV19R1REYmNz&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-79692338685708748322010-02-06T16:56:00.001-08:002010-02-06T16:56:58.283-08:00The Progressions '66<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc0699P3MyrrIWClukqTMBTFCoBZ9E6QODUd7U7Tj3qeZnkevj0qPe19ktsVDyV731QPtpYrwdzWWnETF8xk5_rhKYHCG6fun3cXsieSEAyTSSSO0br3a047rYpdTW2chYyputDVUTAvP/s1600-h/theprogressions.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435296333165828626' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc0699P3MyrrIWClukqTMBTFCoBZ9E6QODUd7U7Tj3qeZnkevj0qPe19ktsVDyV731QPtpYrwdzWWnETF8xk5_rhKYHCG6fun3cXsieSEAyTSSSO0br3a047rYpdTW2chYyputDVUTAvP/s320/theprogressions.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a>
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<br />A nice slab of harp-heavy garage rock from 1966 on Scepter records. Don't know too much about this 45 or the band. I believe it was their only release. Kind of reminds me of The Rationals. Not too shabby.<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P67fc688397bc634d228438b633a67521bV19R1REYmNw&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-64806603803234274752010-01-31T13:45:00.001-08:002010-01-31T13:45:33.273-08:00Indianapolis Sleaze pt. 1<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0X9BEjAT_35jMqMTIWo58LfbaE8tYJgRrDDBsG9Nw91-0Aze57MfCHCJ3V3D-lMn1378E80OqNrdBI3cgf6zEg8JOwtKykVAK3Iu1Ihr0Bd4RrUMEwnJx4g4zdmWhA6-BtkHXmL5zQB7/s1600-h/DSCF9171.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433019103974125874' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0X9BEjAT_35jMqMTIWo58LfbaE8tYJgRrDDBsG9Nw91-0Aze57MfCHCJ3V3D-lMn1378E80OqNrdBI3cgf6zEg8JOwtKykVAK3Iu1Ihr0Bd4RrUMEwnJx4g4zdmWhA6-BtkHXmL5zQB7/s320/DSCF9171.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a>
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<br />Doesn't get much more primitive, lowdown and sleazy than this. Harold & Bob on Delta. 1960. Short, sweet and loud. How it should be.<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P38c32175c360a56772051f918f1a956dbV19R1REYmNx&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-63304824958599113972010-01-21T17:59:00.000-08:002010-01-22T14:12:31.878-08:00Daniel James<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOOCzEILCfmGPD70IiuHV9otwAJaDwXzO2ukHbNqiFn4VbiznnT29KoXjCv95TGNreq14P2keUZ9fLKUY9KDW8vIY9b7sgZ_eNype1Y8v0sH8L6eVY-Gjjm3KCjMgjPj05lZSskIBgZKlQ/s1600-h/danieljames.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOOCzEILCfmGPD70IiuHV9otwAJaDwXzO2ukHbNqiFn4VbiznnT29KoXjCv95TGNreq14P2keUZ9fLKUY9KDW8vIY9b7sgZ_eNype1Y8v0sH8L6eVY-Gjjm3KCjMgjPj05lZSskIBgZKlQ/s320/danieljames.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429400617883556434" /></a><br /><br /> The ad stated something along the lines of: "30 78's rpm records for $20". So I responded to the ad. Unfortunately the 78's were gone. But the lady who answered the phone said she still had some of the "small ones," and some of the "big ones." <br />After driving around for a bit, looking for the address (which was wrong), I finally found it.<br />A little old lady answered the door. Her late husband had a bunch of records, mostly 50's and 60's country. <br />Sounded good to me. Among other things, I pulled out a second copy of Harry Weger's 45 on Adair.<br />2 copies of Mary Ann Williams, "I'm Getting Married" 45, and a Sonny Marcel (Sammy Marshall), Globe acetate/disk cutter, which can be viewed here: <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/RARE-SAMMY-MARSHALL-GLOBE-ACETATE-UNLISTED-UNKNOWN-VG_W0QQitemZ160389103543QQcmdZViewItemQQptZMusic_on_Vinyl?hash=item2557ef7fb7">http://cgi.ebay.com/RARE-SAMMY-MARSHALL-GLOBE-ACETATE-UNLISTED-UNKNOWN-VG_W0QQitemZ160389103543QQcmdZViewItemQQptZMusic_on_Vinyl?hash=item2557ef7fb7</a> made of shellac. Sifting through the LPs; I found one by James O'Gwynn. <br />And then I saw an LP with the label Allstar. The Artist' name on the LP was Daniel James. Daniel James was the owner of the song-poem label Allstar. What's a song-poem?<br /><br />by Phil Milstein<br /><br />[The short answer]<br /><br />"SONG-POEMS WANTED," blare small, noisy display ads buried in the human misery ghetto -- amid similar notices for<br /> rupture trusses, depilatory devices and bust-enlargement creams -- at the back of pulpy, mass-market magazines.<br /> "WE NEED NEW IDEAS FOR RECORDING."<br /><br />It sounds intriguing, but you're not sure what to make of that cryptic lead-in phrase: song-poem. It's not found<br />in any dictionary. While it might seem to simply imply "poetry set to a tune," what "song-poem" actually refers<br />to is something more specific than that -- something, in fact, that has much more to do with commerce than it <br />does with songs, poetry or music.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xn4BFvkgwUuR3fEWTVawmu6E7cpIeNsdSfeZry6_GMey9wCQs6JrLgI00QRtK2Vt8XyUXSCVlg7d6kSEbRDDDFUyFMvIzu8nlVdDxY5rXy_KxQKkCICW8eb_he79elUN_wuWMEmnETxK/s1600-h/songcrafters.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 106px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0xn4BFvkgwUuR3fEWTVawmu6E7cpIeNsdSfeZry6_GMey9wCQs6JrLgI00QRtK2Vt8XyUXSCVlg7d6kSEbRDDDFUyFMvIzu8nlVdDxY5rXy_KxQKkCICW8eb_he79elUN_wuWMEmnETxK/s320/songcrafters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429677984769951250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FcgbHvvYDtxouXPW6lnRDqLtpUjX5xRK2crUE0rr9GpWzOniePnolCvO01W0kc0_4YQUAwuyY7dLXZM_puOLo-BsIDNUecaZ3uPisMn1-6TAITuF2zjVLFIDp8rWdCIGMRpOemGRV9A7/s1600-h/starcrest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2FcgbHvvYDtxouXPW6lnRDqLtpUjX5xRK2crUE0rr9GpWzOniePnolCvO01W0kc0_4YQUAwuyY7dLXZM_puOLo-BsIDNUecaZ3uPisMn1-6TAITuF2zjVLFIDp8rWdCIGMRpOemGRV9A7/s320/starcrest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429677782940874562" /></a><br /><br />The song-poem story involves a succession of publishing and recording companies that have occupied the lowest<br /> rungs of the music industry ladder for over 100 years. By appropriating the rhetoric of the legitimate (so-called)<br /> music industry, the owners of such companies prey on the dual yearnings among the general public for access to the<br /> inner sanctum of show business and a means to get rich quick, as well as the fact that nearly everyone has written <br />some sort of poem at one point in their life or another. Song-poem entrepreneurs (called "song sharks") manipulate <br />these facets of human nature to deceive naïve individuals into subsidizing a quest to have their poem become the lyric<br /> of a smash hit record. In the parlance of this parallel-universe enterprise, "song-poem" is code for the originating verse. <br />The reason that a code is resorted to bespeaks of the patronizing nature of the song-poem game: its proprietors believe that their typical customer <br />is too dumb to grasp the meaning of the simple English word "lyric." At the same time it's meant to signal an expanse of possible source materials, as in, <br />"We'll set your song, your poem, even your goddamn shopping list to music; we don't care what you give us, so long as your checks don't bounce."<br /><br /> Quite an underground phenomenon. The Allstar label started around 1953. Ended in '66. Daniel James' "Rock Moon Rock," on the Allstar label <br />has become a rockabilly classic. The biggest names to record<br />for the label were Eddie Noack (listen to his song "Psycho") and Link Davis.<br /> I had not known that Allstar released LPs, Daniel James' two LPs seem <br />to be the only ones. There are some great un-reissued country boppers, mid-pacers, ballads; and even, perhaps, a rockabilly tune on this particular LP. <br />OK, done typing. Let the music do the talking. 3 tracks from Daniel James "Country Music by..." Allstar 501 (as it says on the record,)<br />or 1003 (as it says on the sleeve. Go figure!<br /> Track 1 - So Many Lovely Things<br /> Track 2 - Sweet Sixteen<br /> Track 3 - You're Different<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P3aa23c9c17be5fa4d51b713c4a7e1fdfbV19R1REYmN2&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P85afdde7e711aad56d39db93d4422794bV19R1REYmN3&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=Pc9201ccdbf219a5310effec718328a52bV19R1REYmN0&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe><br /><br />Some Videos of Interest:<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJgTHntrnJw">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJgTHntrnJw</a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHv2LkWkhm8">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHv2LkWkhm8<br /></a><br /><br />Song-Poem Website: <a href="http://www.songpoemmusic.com/">http://www.songpoemmusic.com/</a>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1433386209606270539.post-48658390396800902172010-01-19T16:43:00.001-08:002010-01-19T16:43:51.816-08:00Black Coffee & Rock 'N' Roll & The Curse of Wine<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYexKUzJ-DN7wzIQAZYSzJR4TOI-6rovF5cXcoP-TrjsODOM2OS0Z3laTu0kK0dPemhpNVwC4OTxMONlOc213zD-UsenSfIBHJufGmwGR0aAnQ4CiREM_oAjycvA5JcvXoqnax6nvtmI1T/s1600-h/cecilbowman.JPG' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428600829173845186' alt='' border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYexKUzJ-DN7wzIQAZYSzJR4TOI-6rovF5cXcoP-TrjsODOM2OS0Z3laTu0kK0dPemhpNVwC4OTxMONlOc213zD-UsenSfIBHJufGmwGR0aAnQ4CiREM_oAjycvA5JcvXoqnax6nvtmI1T/s320/cecilbowman.JPG' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;'/></a>
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<br />Welcome to my blog, "Black Coffee & Rock 'N' Roll." I will be listing some great stuff! There really are no restrictions to what I will list, as far as the music goes. For my first post, I give you Cecil Bowman's "The Curse of Wine," on D records. Cecil Bowman was a Texas artist, who recorded for the legendary Starday label. D records was owned by Pappy Daily, who formerly part-owned Starday.
<br /> I picked this 45 off of ebay for a few bucks, well worth the price. In my opinion, it has all the qualities a "perfect" song should have. A minor key, dark lyrics about addiction, lost love, crime and the accompanied prison sentence. This tune is what I would (secretly) title "death country". But what is remarkable and rare is the song's lack of redemption. There's none of that cool and fantastical reckless abandonment.<br/><iframe scrolling='no' frameborder='0' width='246' height='20' src='http://www.hipcast.com/playweb?audioid=P37bbe9262e102f6db327be54db3f680fbV19R1REYmN1&buffer=5&fc=FFFFFF&pc=CCFF33&kc=FFCC33&bc=FFFFFF&brand=1&player=ap21'> </iframe>j.l. Russellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15430759140696956557noreply@blogger.com3